This is the present,
A place that bears no resent
A battlefield where all anger must vent,
A garden where flowers are sent,
To a future where we bear us,
or stand alone we shall and must.
This is the present, between morrow and yester,
Let the hungry wolves feast on the great dictator,
and then the sun scalds the great hater,
falling and melting becomes the intricate flother
In between the future and past,
are all the mistakes and corrections we cast.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 7:45 AM UTC
Terenty,
Prudent, didactic and witty
A friend to flowers, animals and the celestial city
Terenty oh Terenty
Who loved the birds, wild flowers and herbs
Who fought with mother earth whoever that disturbed
Who feared of a dim morrow, fear of the barren waste, and fear of a world maelstrom
Who changed the lives of few through a clever bloom
Who wished to see a tree planted and sprout
Residing in a hazy village,
The Cobbler
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
-Your world is plentiful beyond you,
A place of dreams where we once flew,
with kind dragons that painted our star
and all the make-up mysteries of the bizarre,
When the moon was all but a cold rock
and when the storm was a comforting gentle shock,
All we had sought were flowers to pick
making them into crowns or a magic stick,
Returning home with bruises and prickles
dreaming of morrow's enlightening drizzles
waking up hastening our morning chores
just so we may take a look at all we had adore,
Then you forgot the land of our dreams
leaving off to join those subtle streams,
Remember where you are inside of you
because that person remembered our cherished fantasy view-
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 8:38 AM UTC
Time does not wait for you, it moves on constantly and it manifests what was the past but remains ambiguous throughout our comprehension.
So why waste time thinking about it?. I'd rather sit down and listen to politicians quibble.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC
Step by step I take on damper paths
Compelling and slippery
In tact is with the dread and misery.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:51 AM UTC
Brilliance through the sun
so it withers, all alone;
The paper daisy
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC
*A facade of confounding manner
Veneered in credulous chatter
Are words of contemporary demeanour*
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
*Every greatest lie
is the unequivocal, resplendent,
and genuine--eye*
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
Praise our God above our heads,
Embrace our King below our feet,
and join our Lord in the shed
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 6:28 AM UTC
A brown drool of dew
Crackling woven's clue
sitting on a desk pike
adjacent copies alike
But still he sits and gapes
on the old momento he keepsakes
with sober hands that rests
and of mellow smith's vest
on a creaky chair
with a pendulum clock
and a photograph he holds dear
as four seasons pass by the dreary wedlock
Through a thin-tormented picture
shallow eyes become ruddy
like an ill-fated venture
The lost of his Mrs. and laddie
that dim sullen memento of his
in that old wan home
is what brings him bliss
but locked inside a semi-finite dome
-he is-
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 5:26 AM UTC