He looms, surveying the battlefield;
Watching, waiting; preparing
Searching for any man ready to yield,
On this battlefield; ****** and daring.
He walks, advancing the battlefield;
Drifting, gliding; anticipating
Approaching the man whose fate is sealed,
On this battlefield; hostile and devastating.
He seizes, possessing the battlefield;
Grasping, smirking; succeeding
Completing his mission, his work concealed,
On this battlefield; futile and misleading.
I am the man whose fate was sealed,
I am the one who was forced to yield;
Forced to yield my soul, to that looming shadow,
On that battlefield of tragedy and sorrow . . .
. . . where death was the only victor.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
Out of the day that smothers me,
Thick as a wall from brick to brick,
I curse whatever person may be
For creating a math textbook this thick.
In the fell clutch of math circumstance
I have both winced and cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My brain has gone ****** and has bowed.
Beyond this place of pain and tears
Looms but the freedom of the shade,
And yet the menace of the math entering my ears
Finds and shall find me afraid.
It matters not the angle of the gate,
How charged with questions the scroll,
I am not the master of my fate,
Math is the captain of my soul.
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 9:00 PM UTC
Curry rice curry rice, burning bright,
In the microwave at the middle of the night;
What immortal bud or tongue,
Could frame thy fearful spice that stung?
In what distant flavor that sprung.
Burnt the fire in thy tongue?
On what buds dare it aspire?
Why my tongue, dare cease the fire?
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 7:11 AM UTC
Oh fish sticks fish sticks
delicious crunchy fish sticks
where art thou fish sticks
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 5:17 AM UTC
Oh watermelon
You make my taste buds tremble
I think i'm in love
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 5:14 AM UTC
I am the maneless lion among the pride
The white horse among the herd
The black swan among the flight
The hornless ram among the flock
The flightless bee among the hive
The clawless kitten among the litter
Yes, I am different
But that's what truly makes me a wonder
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 3:07 AM UTC
If life was a sea
I would be rowing my boat
Against the high tides
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 2:42 AM UTC
Obliviousness
Is a blessing in disguise
Because knowing hurts
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 2:33 AM UTC
Lies not visible
If hearts were transparent, then
We would truly see
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 6:40 PM UTC