Hubble's space is a place
Far removed from earthly tastes
Enlarged small won't energise all
For what is a constellation,
Under magnification?
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 8:44 PM UTC
A man went soul searching
After feeling life's longing
He assumed his soul abroad
On some peak, tied with silver cord
Admitting he was bored sick
He picked a walking stick
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After many a walk
He found his stick could talk
'You seek your soul' said the stick
'Why don't you throw me in a creek?'
Having done so I was surprised
Sitting here
It's myself that has arrived.
There is nothing in all things
Unless the soul is participating
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 8:23 PM UTC
The Clam bedecked with candles
Fourteen nights to open her jaw;
An unattainable jewel she dangles.
High above humanity's greedy maw.
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 1:47 AM UTC
I decided to lèad my leàd to goalless gold
Now I refuse to cònduct by others condùct
Before I bowed until I was bowed
Now I arm my many axes with blazing axes
With this my search for còntent could reach contènt
When I come too dangerously close they close themselves off
Though some I meet with conflicting conflict
We contèst lightheartedly but end in revealing còntest
We both crooked to find the crooked
To deliberate if know weakness was to be deliberately revealed
And desèrt the loser to mental dèsert
The challenge over in a minùte mìnute
I mòderàte the other to the mòderate
This would be the 2nd I nùmber to make me nùmbèr to other's illusions
I still can't objèct to the òbject of my desires
Eventually I will prodùce my pròduce for all to see
If I don't excuse myself for my excuses this is surely possible
My recreàtion an attempt at the rècreation of awareness
I will wind with the wind until I reach my goal
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 5:48 PM UTC
The scarab sits atop its collected sphere
Wielding its mental sextant
It chases the sun
And it gives its life direction
Man sits atop the same
How we yearn for unreachable ideals
The gold of perfection
Ra, the sun
So scarab we aren't much different
We spend our lives with eyes fixed on the past
Blind to the future
We roll our cherished ***** into so many obstacles
Purely out of our condition
Strike the baring rock and become lost.
We climb back up on our ball
To find our golden god
And continue as if before
Our endless journey to find Tum
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 2:33 PM UTC
Truly, more ornament than dog
You are warmer than a fireplace when I enter a room
A beckoning of comfort
A cosy delight
Time pulls you to the ground as you begin to stretch
But as time stretches you
You turn into an antique
Old Humfry...
We wonder if you are still alive at times
And with paranoid anticipation
We look for your heartbeat
As you meet our eyes in reassurance
Old Humfry...
Now when I visit years past
I'm always surprised at how healthy Humfry looks
He still had years and years in him it seems.
Until one day when Mother told me
He has been dead for 2 years
She had him stuffed and nobody noticed
Old Humfry...
A symbol of home You remain forever.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 1:53 PM UTC
The tree watches...
As the fire creeping consumes
Friends and rivals all
The tree watches...
As all it knows becomes ash
Waving farewell in the wind
A leaf ushers the smoke
To it's new home in the sky
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC
Crystal clear; Cleaned crystal
Window Washer; Watching World
This skyscraper's stories are his to tell.
He climbs the corporate ladder daily.
CEO's overlord office view
At lunch shared with Washer's chews.
His peers are his feathery foes
Yet birds make better friends than those,
That look right though him...
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
The sun : my eyes
The moon : my ears
I see with : light sheer
Amazed to be here,
Painting the skies
Through my eyes
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
The spirits of heaven and earth.
I look down...
You, fly!
Unknown to disgust
Revelling in the solidity of your warm ambition
"You, fly!
Know the Earth and its bounty."
I look up with darkness all round
Glee in the beauty of a falling star
But wait!
"You, fly!
And your jest of chemical fire."
Have taught me a lesson
Of far thought beauties within grasp
Scholar of sustenance and Archetypal will-o-wisp
"Thank you.
You, flies!"
For showing me
All that I can be
And all there is to see
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC