Where In wind do soft leaves flow, gliding alongside the river.
Cressing the water ever slightly, in the cool august breeze.
Till finally they drop, and the water carries them, far away from their trees.
It is a sight to behold, its worth far more than gold, and one id sit and watch as I shiver
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 6:15 PM UTC
I was the shore, and she was the wave;
And like them both only one of us could behave.
I was a dandy lion, and she was a rose;
For it matches the tint of her cheeks and the hue of her nose.
I'd give her a song, and she'd give a smile;
We then just stayed like that for a while.
I moved to slow, while she ran fast;
Now all I have are memories of a shaded past.
In the end I was the moon, she was the sun;
Apart forever and never to be one.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 7:21 PM UTC
Deep within Virginia's desolate wood, stands a hobble shack, where no shack should be stood. Its roof tattered and door cracked and crinkled, and in it lives old man hue with all his wrinkles. Some say he's old, by old I mean a hundred and two, but for me I know it's not true. Many say he's ornery, but to me he's been nothing but kind, you could say hes a dear friend of mine. See I've spent many days with old man hue, and if one thing for certain, if one thing is true. Is that in the hobble shack which stood true, was the closest thing to a father, that old man hue.
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 7:15 PM UTC
I have these demons and they sing to me;
With woeful somber sonnets of abysmal dismay.
Their voices seemingly calling out with glee;
And their talons ready to grasp me within the fray.
But I am chains to the nothingness and wish to be free;
While its weight pulls me down like an anchor on the bay.
These demons are not friendly nor will they ever be;
But I lack friends, and they always stand beside me, come what may.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 10:53 AM UTC
Grand is the waltz of time in which life leads us.
She keeps the beat, her metronome slowly ticking at first.
It's a beautiful dance of conflict and trust;
And half way through life picks up the pace.
Twirling you faster and harder than she must.
The pace doesn't slow, like a truck without brakes.
Till the music fades, and life goes away with the dust.
Then as if nothing happens, death gently grips your hand.
Intending on continuing the dance as he must.
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 5:18 AM UTC
Some men be born with heart of gold;
Their endless joy, infectious so.
Whilst others be born in scorn;
Never giving in to joys sweet honey.
Some men be born with mind of glass;
So crystal and clear every thought can pass.
Whilst others be born with mind of fog;
Giving way to poor thoughts and desires.
Some men be born with bolden soul;
Unafraid to protect and lead their people.
Whilst others cower in the crowds;
Hearts wanting to jump as the go day by day.
No man be equal, this be it true;
Life, it's no pristine cast or mold.
No it's like a potter and their wheel;
Each bowl, Each cup, unique in their hands.
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 9:06 AM UTC
Paradoxical is the passage of time.
It breaks many of strong men without thought;
Without reason to hold or sight of a rhyme.
Giving meaningless goals and pointless fights to be fought.
Yes, Paradoxical is the passage of time.
Many will seek out its foreboding end.
They'll wander aimlessly in its wave-like pull.
Only to find there are endless bends.
but as all do, they'll continue on, in this life so cruel.
Oh, paradoxical is the passage of time my friend.
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 9:37 AM UTC
My friend, if this is the end, I will hold my head up high for you.
Barring arms, I will fight at your side.
If one of us is to die, let it be me to shake death's hand.
For life's plan for you as yet to come true.
After all, your loyalty for me, I share the same for you.
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 10:58 AM UTC
Many have heard it told, life's worth its weight in gold.
But then harken onto the masses like cattle to be sold
Playing the fool as they dance the puppets dance.
Aimlessly, without thought, they fly by the seat of their pants.
Till alas, their marionette wires snap.
Till all but one holds them aloft in the puppeteers grasp.
We, the fools, who lop up what they sold as we drool.
tending to “their” needs and shunning our own, not realizing it's cruel.
The puppeteers in power wreak havoc by the hour.
While our peaceful, blissful world darkens and begins to sour.
The children of new, shall harken to you, to learn the truth.
But like a fool, your mouth will drool, as you ship the same lie down the sleuth.
No end to this cycle of foreboding lies and wars.
Till bombs fly off,landing, to scorch mother earth to its core
So to the children of new I say unto you.
Let peace in your heart, and you'll surely see it through.
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 10:31 AM UTC
Suicidal thoughts plague my mind.
Like rats to a sewer, they reside.
Like a cancer the nest deep inside.
Spouting words of hate and spite.
All aimed at me, the host with no right.
Not right to live, to love, joy shunt me.
I do not deserve to smile or laugh with glee.
Like a fool,I believe these plagueful thoughts.
I've fought them, but how could I contest?
When I and my meek voice long for death.
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 5:12 AM UTC