Wind on the shore, just a hiss, nothing more.
Often hard to hear, naught but the roar.
Not my thoughts, nor heartbeat,
Just the wind and nothing more.
Seems this silence, a tempered peace, nothing more,
A break from turmoil, the rarest treat.
Settled thoughts, welcomed bore,
A tempered mind and nothing more.
Aug 20, 2011
Aug 20, 2011 at 8:12 PM UTC
To be sure,
The only thing separating man from beast is the delusion of grandeur.
Mind you,
The difference is not a delusion,
But the delusion is the difference.
I watch the sunset,
Ever yet,
Hoping,
This time that blazing ball will burn,
The suspect blue speck that is the origin of tomorrow's pandemic.
Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 10:16 AM UTC
Self spun nightmare,
Neverending fight there,
Never thought I might scare
Myself some days.
Thought I had it all down,
Wrapped up, tightly wound,
How could I be unfound
In this dreadful maze?
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 8:18 AM UTC
Brought to a boil,
Chaotic vapors churn beneath.
Haunting the edge of vision,
Shifting silently along the soil.
Demons of dark,
Poisoned blade hidden by the sheath.
Drawn for the first incision,
Sadistic surgeon eventually makes his mark.
Dirge of the sane,
Mantra for those touched in the head.
I dance to a tune seldom heard,
For you may never know the refrain.
Broke in the brain,
Society remains misled.
I can cover the absurd,
So am allowed to go with the grain.
May 26, 2010
May 26, 2010 at 5:19 AM UTC
The merry sounds are all around,
Grab a cup, to the brim if you will,
Cheery greetings of new friends found.
And let your ears drink their fill.
The mind is lost to fetching measure,
Marvelous melody born from skill,
I find it is the simple pleasure,
That draws me to night's thrill.
Apr 2, 2010
Apr 2, 2010 at 10:22 AM UTC
The dreamers dream of better days,
Of better ways, days spent in daze.
Wacky worlds of perfect pitch,
Each moment rich, without a hitch.
The whirlwind of life around
Cannot compete the mind unbound.
Time spent inside insanity
May feel more real than memory.
Soon dreamers dream the day away,
And dream a way to stay away,
To next adventure through the haze.
Lost in a glaze of phony days.
Mar 31, 2010
Mar 31, 2010 at 5:42 PM UTC
I know this little puppy,
Or maybe he’s a guppy,
As he likes to take to water,
Like rav’nous rats a larder.
I am compelled to mention,
While he seems to seek attention,
Could not he be aware,
How his actions help him fair?
Does he bury furry friends,
So they don’t obstruct his end?
Is a pat on the head that needed?
Or is causality unheeded?
As this ******* of a fish and mutt,
Is capable of kindness but,
Only when it drowns those near,
Of shadowing his own career.
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 7:38 PM UTC
Rainy day, I want to play.
What to do with a rusted shovel?
Summer rain won't be a bane,
Run around with the trusted shovel.
Splish-Splash, muddy puddle,
Displaced worms squirm on the ground.
Rip-Slash, ****** middle,
Your precious organs spread all around.
Life's a cheer with the voices here.
Lots of fun with now dusted shovel.
Rain overhead, clears away the dead,
Soon forgotten, encrusted shovel...
Run! to dodge the rain drops.
Quick! before the rain stops.
You can't catch me,
Weeheehee!
Feb 18, 2010
Feb 18, 2010 at 5:58 PM UTC
Voiceless,
In a battle of words, choice less.
The plague of silence is worse than violence,
But yet I cannot voice this.
I must be seriously delirious with the fervor of fever,
'Cause whimsical words play on my mind like some ludicrous lever.
Creating cracks that become chasms
That shake me,
Take me,
Ever deeper,
Down the
Rabbit hole.
Feb 10, 2010
Feb 10, 2010 at 11:00 AM UTC
Deep beneath the seething sea,
Before you, before me,
A war is fought so far from shore,
For life, for existence, wholeheartedly.
Each creature fights in its own way,
With speed, or numbers, predator or prey,
They fight so hard through day and night,
To survive, to prosper, to stay.
But what is it worth?
Time watches with mirth,
As they leave there mark in defiance.
So each niche is found,
The variety unbound,
A war of grand alliance.
Feb 10, 2010
Feb 10, 2010 at 10:59 AM UTC