The ocean it rolls and tolls,
people fear the tumult,
the chaos,
but the ocean rolls,
on and on,
the endless view,
that's what captures our eye,
our heart,
and out beyond,
beyond thought,
there is calm, there is calm,
but to tempt to sail there is a blunder,
the pursuit rips and tears asunder,
it's not battered shores,
no they make sense,
endless ease,
that's beyond,
above,
breathtaking,
and we're sinking thinking we're full of air,
we're full of ****
wet with blood,
and think ourselves Poseidon.
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
The world our world
spinning on
filled with good and bad,
the day the night
cycle on
a joke to be had.
We laugh we love
in our daze
give fear to the night,
learn now learn how
to deal with
terror of the light.
It burns burns me
to my core
knowledge in my head,
come on come in
if you dare
wear your boots of lead.
Sink deep drink deep
fade away
one more beer shall do,
my friends dear freinds
you're the best
you always ring true.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
Looking back at our dot all blue and pale,
to our soul system in which it's nested,
they had to see their gravity in setting sail,
indiffernt dark waters they then tested,
the strength in dreams against The Night.
They reached,
they grasped,
they took...The Maiden Flight
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 7:36 AM UTC
There it was, over my shoulder...my Sky a like the ****** Rainbow.
Tie dyed shades of memories, tossing rolling eau de nils,
Mouldering violets bleeding rose, scarlets, lilacs all decomposed.
A growing shroud and flowing mist, darkness gathers I shouldn’t resist.
Turn turn now away and to the fright, searing blaze of futures light.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 4:54 PM UTC
A true friend knows your drink, or poison.
*** and Coke.
It is, it’s that red, that black that stabbing spike.
Red around the inner black joke.
White *** affirms heat and numbness alike.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 3:44 PM UTC
Empty gurgling stomach,
dizzy lightened head,
I love the taste of life,
but I’m never fully fed.
I always end up gorging,
til I retch and spit,
practice temperance they say,
but I won't hear that ****
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
He loves to play.
To labor and lax in the Game of life.
Up words in cross words?
Joy in strife.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC
Winter rolls up to chill.
Blue jeans, blue genes.
They wear on you til they feel right.
Then spring springs and you cut them into shorts.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC