Fire of your scent,
(one, two, step, three, four, step, dip)
eating at my soul
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
Every day he sits and greets the world
All he wants is talk about the beauty around us
Ready at any moment to give advice while his radio
Loudly blares jazz in the background
Each one of us has something to give
And we are all of the same human family
Reality is what we make of it
Life can be too short, but it is always worthwhile
Grace is something the select few have
Old age tries to rob it from us
Only it can not take it from our spirit
Do not forget that and carry on until your last day
Be not afraid of the end
You will not see it coming, but
Every soul leaves a mark on the ones it leaves behind
Earl, Earl, Goodbye
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
Action turns will to reality.
When one lives to watch,
the will is snuffed out.
Conjurers of nothing breed apathy
and those with no purpose, rot.
They let themselves be consumed,
to be fuel for those with inspiration.
The wounded gazelle is eaten
and the lion is fed.
Later the lion fades as well,
but not without eating many gazelle.
Progress is purpose and purpose brings the advancement of all.
Hell is a place downtown.
Poverty lines the streets and no one takes action.
This is where inspiration goes to die
and those debilitated gazelle are swallowed whole.
Their sacrifice pushes the cogs onward
toward oblivion and the unquenchable void
of
SELF
INTEREST.
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 7:30 PM UTC
Wandern
Geht Weg
Beine tut weh
Trotzdem, schaffe ich es
Steigen
4/3/2013
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 12:25 AM UTC
Blue is an important hue.
It covers skies on cloudless days
and gives the ocean its deep shades.
Now it is the only adjective that describes me.
It defines me,
redefines me,
directs me,
and misdirects me.
Like the ocean thousands of leagues deep,
so is the void that I sense as I weep.
Friends left me waiting
and lovers disappeared,
but
you
were
there.
Now you have left me alone.
Not for long, but it is long enough.
Long enough to leave me hollow.
Everything is tainted, changed.
All is grey...
...and blue
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 8:22 PM UTC
We met in a crowded room.
Your dark skin shone
as a contrast to your pale teeth.
Neither of us said a word,
but our bodies did speak.
You glanced in my direction
and my breath went cold.
I thought of what it might be like
to dive deep within,
really deep within,
what makes you
uniquely
imperfect.
If for one second
we could truly know one-another.
What a wonder it would be.
We could swim with the thoughts
inside each other
and be truly free.
I want to be immersed
in all that you are,
so that one day
together you
and I
can
be
1
11/26/2012
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 6:41 PM UTC
Throbbing and bobbing
pillow slobbering
I think my brain is dead
Nasal congestion,
a deep confession
Demented thoughts fill my head
In this deep
I cannot sleep
There is one thing that I dread
DEATH
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 8:27 PM UTC
Winking, Drinking
Thinking, Slinking
Ripe fruit pinkening
In the cave
It won't behave
Cogs all a-tinkering
9/25/12
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 8:24 PM UTC
When wallabies wander,
what will the world wonder?
Silly slips of slander?
Stagnating soliloquies?
If I ignite indignation,
Inquire indefinitely
All is asunder
And Amy abstains
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 11:04 PM UTC
You are a traffic light
And I wait for you to change
Red signals me to hold fast,
BE PATIENT!
I inch forward,
Anticipating your signal
At long last!
Here it is!
But wait!
You show me not a pure green invitation
But a single arrow
It points in another direction
Away from you
10/25/2011
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 12:20 AM UTC