Toby M Noble

Toby M Noble Nov 2012

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Cold summer night,
quarter of the moon gone,
still shines bright, down
on this peaceful
Adirondack night.

Thinking of things I left,
and those I haven't found.
What could be hidden through
the mist across the lake?
Perhaps a vision of my
next mistake.

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Waves come back to me.
They say everything happens for a reason,
the changes of the seasons,
the death of caesar,
and the way you please her.

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Does mystery discover or create?
They sway; my feet.
So do the clouds,
funny.
What makes me rock
blocks the glows,
the full show.

Toby M Noble Nov 2012

Mist

When you are frayed,
Spinning, hanging on,
Held by the last twine,
No way of repair,
Let go.

Release the weight
from your wrist.
Fall, feel weightless
plunging through the mist.

Know nothing
of chances missed.
Just let yourself
fall weightless
through the mist.

Toby M Noble Nov 2012

Cows

Load the needles
stick their veins,
get them healthy
get them strong,
I like to eat it
while it bleeds.

Put the dead brethren
in the feed,
make them fat
make them tasty,
I like to eat it
while it bleeds.

Hang 'em up by the feet
begin to turn them into meat,
slit their throats
remove their skin,
I like to eat it
while it bleeds.

Assortment of cuts
at the store,
get the cheese
get the buns,
I like to eat it
while it bleeds.

Turn on the gas
ignite the grill,
drink your beer
cook one rare,
I like to eat it
while it bleeds.

Lettuce and tomato
yes pickles too,
a little ketchup
a little mayo,
I like to eat it
while it bleeds.

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I imagine the rain battering
upon the neighborhood,
out there in the dark,
from what I hear.

Its constant explosions
on the leaves, on the street,
on the walkway, on the roof.

There is not only rain I hear on the roof,
I don't think.

I imagine wind always with the rain.
The wind whips around the neighborhood,
out there in the dark, from what I hear.

Its always hallowing in the trees,
over the street, across the walkway,
against the roof.

There is not only wind I hear against the roof,
I don't think.

Possibly incomplete.

Toby M Noble Nov 2012

The King

I built this castle,
not by my hands
but by theirs.

I conquer foreign lands,
not by my swords
but by theirs.

I eat and ****,
not by my food nor women
but by theirs.

I'm lost in exotic luxuries,
not by my gold
but by theirs.

I do enough to keep the fools foolish,
the ignorant ignorant
and the weak weak.

That is why they call me King,
and I call them mine.