Ripples spread throughout the water
Another drop hits disrupting the beautiful ripples.
I watch more drops fall and look to the sky feeling a sense of sadness
Not that there is something to be sad for it's just that the world is cry that's all
Remaining slight for a minute then I cry along with the world
Another tear falls disrupting the ripples, the beautiful ripples.
I let them fall and look to the sky feeling the world's sadness wrap itself around me.
Not stopping it from keeping me warm, Not going to stop crying not until the world stops.
Pick brains, not fights
Preach beliefs, not rights
Grow a world, not an empire.
Start a conversation, not a wild fire.
i am drowning
and all is fine.
you are my friend
water divine
i ask nothing of this vast sea
this vast sea asks nothing of me
relative
harmony
i wish the air
could be here too
to see the world
from waters view
but air wafts
far up there
a flow I thought
was everywhere
sinking further
i must look down
to see what is
near the ground
to my surprise
none at all
just more sea
i slowly fall
into the sky
deep below
a late night
water show
light swims about
ebb and glow
down where I
can never go
MY MIND YELLS!
for me to breathe
and of this
i cannot conceive
for to breathe is to die...
...and breathing is
a part of me
as the wave
is of the sea
Of course, I like preposterous and circuitous,
cirrocumulus, curmudgeonly and humungous,
audacious and bodacious,
irradiance, iridescence and magnificence,
flamboyant, fandango and flibbertigibbet,
(but this is difficult to say when you’re drunk),
voluptuous and vertiginous,
sumptuous, salacious, slithery, sexy and glistening,
crepuscular, strumpet and strawberry.
And I may as well include whipped cream
here as well, because this can be laid on in dollops,
and dollops is really an excellent word.
Drooling is also highly evocative,
and I don't need to be provocative to observe
that even weapons can drool.
However, I'm really very flexible, because
in my lexicon, low moaning noises are OK, too.
These sounds are actually part of the chord of creation
and the primal reverberation from the time of
primordial ooze, which would be great between my toes.
Then there's protozoa, spermatozoa and also
wriggling flagella everywhere. So there.
I think we should also celebrate salivate,
and also onomatopoeia that helps choose words to display here.
Words I don’t like include don’t, can’t,
stop and mustn’t. Also, irascible, indescribable,
unmentionable and ineffable, impotent, incoherent,
incontinence, leaking colostomy bags,
importune and misfortune,
gawping, cavernous and cretinous,
circumambulatory and pursed lips.
These words should get the heave-ho.
And I definitely don't like parsimonious and mendicant,
which are miserable words.
Words which I abhor even more,
include cunt, which is an insulting word, and
being taxonomical, the score of this word is astronomical.
Hate is also right up there on this list. Hate is abominable
because it tries to destroy love,
and love should be indomitable.
Indomitable
is one of the
mightiest
words
in the world.
Mike T Minehan
Hello?
Is anyone out there?
I'm all alone.
Can anyone hear me?
Is anyone there to find me
And tell me everything's going to be okay
The one lie that everyone wants to hear
The one that makes everything a little bit better
But it is yet a lie
It's false hope
Nothing gets better
The world is a lie
And we are all trapped in its web
Spiraling down into darkness
No one is there
Just your false hopes
Your dreams soon turn to the unimaginable
Your happiness turns to bitter loneliness
Your life turns to ash
All thats left of you sits in a pit of despair
Still believing in the little lie
Nobody told
Walk, walk, walking, step, step, pace pace
Shoes wear down, I'm wearing my shoes.
Soles are all gone, those soles of my soul I sold to the devil for love.
Love to hate, hate to love.
The circle
The shape of my heart, my heart hurts
No pain
Paint the window pane with a picture so familiar just to hide the unfamiliar
Faces
Face the reality, they think
Thinking wrong.
TV isn't a reality, the news isn't real, new news is never news.
Just shit i already knew.
I knew we should have handed the gift to give a gift of hope
For the best
Hoping for the world, a chance to rest
Hoping for peace
Hoping for more hope to hope the things that need the most hope
Hope, for a new pair of shoes
Walk, walk, walking, step, step, pace pace
Shoes wear down, I'm wearing my shoes.
Soles are all gone, those soles of my soul I sold to the devil for love.
Love to hate, hate to love.
The circle
The shape of my heart, my heart hurts
No pain
Paint the window pane with a picture so familiar just to hide the unfamiliar
Faces
Face the reality, they think
Thinking wrong.
TV isn't a reality, the news isn't real, new news is never news.
Just shit i already knew.
I knew we should have handed the gift to give a gift of hope
For the best
Hoping for the world, a chance to rest
Hoping for peace
Hoping for more hope to hope the things that need the most hope
Hope, for a new pair of shoes
Since the day I was brought in
to this Home Sweet Home
My mom adores me
My dad loves me
My sisters cuddle me
My brother plays with me
Teaches me new tricks each day
My life is complete
My house is a castle
Meals are superb
Everything is perfect
Should I complain?
But today as I am sitting by the window
Watching people crossing by
Unfamiliar faces I see,
unlike my mom, dad, sisters and brother
I can see vehicles moving fast and slow
From this bedroom window...
I see other kids playing and giggling
Oh this is so exciting, I thought.
I can see butterflies kissing the flowers
In my mother's garden...
I wonder what kind of life is out there?
I wonder I wonder I wonder
Is the world outside this window
more colorful than mine?
Is there any other species like me?
Is there any other cat in the window like me?
The perfect moment in time
Snapshot
Of
The perfect rain.
Trickles out of clouds
Creates the tune
Pit pat
Pit
Pat
On the brick
The road
The grass
Pit pat.
Fence drops drips that try to hang on.
Drip drop
Drip
Drop
The perfect smell
Of water in the air.
My corner of the world
Peaceful
Perfect
Rain
She lay there:
So peaceful and tranquil it seemed
nothing would ever trouble her.
Her parents gazed fondly at their
perfect little girl
As the tears escaped their eyes,
Falling endlessly.
By her fifth birthday,
She had said her first word,
Developed a taste for chocolate,
Seen some of the big, wide world,
And recognised the thrill of laughing
uncontrollably.
At seven,
She made a new friend,
Fell out with another,
Read some new books,
And was always fascinated by her
geography lessons.
When she turned eleven,
She joined a dance class,
Went to France with school,
Baked some cupcakes,
And begged her mum to let her try on her
high heels.
Thirteen years of her life gone,
And she had her first kiss,
Argued with her parents,
Handed in a homework late,
And wished she was prettier, taller, thinner,
cleverer.
She was sixteen
When she had seen too much of the big, wide world,
And knew reality in all its cruel coldness.
She wore lots of makeup
And a fake smile to mask her
feelings.
It worked.
Until
She whispered,
“Take me to Wonderland.”
And shot herself in the head.
She lay there:
So peaceful and tranquil it seemed
nothing would ever trouble her.
Her parents gazed fondly at their
perfect little girl
As the tears escaped their eyes,
Falling endlessly.
