Onto the next one,
This'll be the best one--
Funny how it's you again,
Wrapped in an awful loop again,
Needn't talk about the last one,
We're onto the next one,
And this,
Will be,
The Best One.
Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 8:35 PM UTC
Rabid dog,
On a leash,
I forged the chain,
All for their peace,
Rabid dog.
Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 8:21 PM UTC
Birds, Herds, and Herbs converge,
Within weeds and trees-- some evergreens,
These roisterous worlds, a wonderous sight!
The flume of art and the womb of life.
But what if I were to say,
This rite has grown dull,
For the true beauty,
Lies in your soul.
Indeed! It's true! You're full of hue,
A teeming world resides in you!
Your body, mind, all shaped by time,
Host to shine of different designs,
Friends, foes, and fair alike,
Within your bounds, have made a life.
So know this well, embrace the view--
The universe is part of you!
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 6:46 PM UTC
With Winter's leave,
Comes Summer's cleave,
Gone are the days of downy reprieve,
I feel naïve,
For I dared believe,
That Snowbird wouldn't dare to deceive,
When it flew away one April eve.
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 5:11 PM UTC
Pangs of passion,
Flood through your fangs,
Heavy your head now hangs.
Banish these thoughts!
As you BANG-- your head--
Again--
Again!
Against the wall.
But hunger won't fade,
Nor the scent of the hen,
It lingers, it clings,
You can't help but recall,
A whisper, a wing,
Her breath, her call.
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 6:44 PM UTC
The Wolf, it hungered, while you stayed warm,
Bound to its pack, shaped by the storm,
Through frost and through famine,
The Wolf, it did suffer, while The Dog lay secure.
But when disaster did strike, stealing Dog's home,
She was left to the frost, forsaken, alone,
She wandered as prey, and trembled in fear,
Until one day, she saw naught but a pack,
Warm, safe numbers, a home-- one she lacked,
And so she found herself The Wolf,
Mercy, she asked, May I join your pack?
The Wolf, it snarled, when she begged for stay,
Herald The Dog who yearns for warmth!
When she had comfort when we had naught!
The Dog bowed her head, but she could not,
Explain to The Wolf what it owed her not.
The Dog, she wandered, searching for fire,
But the world was not warm as her home had once been.
So she carved her own pack,
Starved through the winter,
Charged into battle, unraveled by the years,
And so came to be, The Dog was assured,
That in her place, The Wolf endured.
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 5:44 AM UTC
The misery in my chest,
Reeks as if it be,
The shivery shame one feels,
When perched before a class--
Of peers whose keener eyes,
fitter thoughts,
and witter words,
Dowse one in distress,
For my eyes are weary,
My mind unwound,
And my words, but a wheezing sound.
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 6:07 PM UTC
Ascetic are our ways,
But vitalizing, our planet.
A beast of ever-changing,
Host to a home of restless thinkers.
We plan to live, to thrive, to marry, to survive,
But never to accept mortems call.
It is our way, it is our want, we never change, we only taunt,
To continue with the optimum:
To continue to destroy, to hate, to ****
We claim to evolve, yet remain astray,
Step in sync, we demand,
Join the march of regret.
We cry wolf:
Declare deaths unnatural--
Only proper if they fit our chosen form!
We cry dog:
Condemn those like us, yet not us,
Brand them evil for daring to exist!
We cry human:
Denounce those who dare not follow our rule,
Who betray our command!
To be a person, to be a human, we set limits, we set categories, we set nature,
We dictate what 'right' ought to be,
But who are we to decide what should and shouldn't?
Who are we to assert good and evil,
When nature simply exists--
To neither be right,
To neither be wrong,
Beyond our classifications and laws,
Is to be natural.
But then arises the paradox:
To be truly natural is to be beyond,
To not comprehend anything that lies beneath,
To be truly neutral and never bound,
Is to coat our mural red,
Is to shatter our world as we know it.
So we heal, we steal, we build, we break,
Not for the earth--
Not for the beast who knows no sin or virtue,
But for the world we forged in fire and din,
A world of our design,
A world of human hands.
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 4:43 PM UTC
Crater and crevice,
Your surface yet sheathes,
A heart still beating, A core still aching,
For you have been torn,
Asunder your whole,
Her hands sent you tumbling,
Cast into the light,
You traveled past boundaries,
Oh great god of flight,
But this, you knew, would be your last fight.
Your surface ripped clean,
Yet you still endure,
Through frigid cold, through torrid heat,
Your surface still sheathes,
A heart still heating, A core still quaking,
Your form it still breathes,
You have melted, You have hardened,
Yet you still stand firm,
Shrunken and shaped, yet standing tall,
The smallest god still of iron will.
Krater and kylikes,
Do drink, Dear god, from silver sheen,
While time does move, and remakes, removes,
Temples and hymns once shouted to you,
Forgotten not, though lost to name,
For in the heavens, you do remain,
A pinprick framed by a praising sun,
Oh swift-tongued god, now etched in night,
Unshaken still, you burn so bright.
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 4:35 PM UTC
The Dog bared its fangs in vain,
A desperate try to drive away,
The beleaguering Lamb that trailed behind,
Seeking warmth within its light.
The Sheep sang a gentle tune,
In bleats that sought to welcome in,
The distant Pup that mourned alone,
Born of tempests, weighed by woe.
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 4:33 PM UTC