A chocolate drop that hit the spot
a swig of ale to liven those stale
a warm sweater to make things better
but a breathe of love is where lies the rub
be it gloomy and dark without a place to park
cold and wet with a losing bet
lost and broke ready to croak
from end to start, the jewel of life, is a heart
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
We were given the sun.
but it wasn't to our leisure
so we created light
so we could see easier.
we were born with legs
but not quite fast enough
so made machines
so our lives wouldn't be as tough
we have minds to explore
but thoughts required effort
so we gave in to pleasure
and became sheep to the shepard
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
Every concept of time rattles my mind
be it arbitrary measurements derived
from mankind
or the string theory of blurred lines
that dissipates into multiple lives
Dilate Ra's eye and force the universe to cry
in order to supply the ripples, waves and tides
that become our guides
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
Some quiet thoughts
while boredom's fought
since the ticking clock
can't be bought, for naught
is all efforts to swim upstream
or down or in between
we are only carried
and the results may vary
on where we stop so carry the drop
from the streams top
with care.
because life's fair is only fair
when we stop there
and enjoy the now
so many the rhythm of time
forever remind you that every tick
is opportunity missed
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
In a tranquil land
in a time of calm
where a book is followed
that preaches peace in psalms
where fits the warrior
when Gandhi preaches love
in attempts to abolish evil
and a king of no crown
seeks to make all men equal
where fits the fighter
while every life is precious
and every land sacred
a dying breed of people
are ridiculed and hated
where fits the soldier
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
My decent to madness
is the candle that burns
and as the wax gives weigh
my sanity begins to yearn
for another sanctuary
to replace my thoughts
before i drift to darkness
and lose sight of plot
as the abyss stares back
I cope with a lost mind
yet I wade through the void
seeking any glimmer or shine
just a spark in the black
to be my new guide
for even the faintest of light
can become your life line
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
As I am immersed in love's sweet surrender
I embrace that which takes my life
And though my heart is hard and tempered
In this war it has lost the fight
These pools of black draw me deeper
that which has drained my will
a locked soul and its keeper
drowning in their fill
Unable to escape I ponder my fate
A futile effort, devoid of bliss
defeated I recede to a passive state
and accept her cold, eternal, kiss.
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
Who among thee will try and stop me
If I were to commit acts of atrocities
The slaughter of men or derogation of women
The slander of peoples and violence towards them
Who here would take arms and intervene
Who of you has the courage to stand
Against a brother or a friend who intends to command
Despair and pain delivered in troves
Fear and terror that rattles the bones...
Who here shall fight to disarm my will
Foil my plans to insure my fate ill
Band against blood that once held us close
Relegate bonds and force death my dose
If I were to fall from the edge of moral sight
Could I depend on you, for justice, to fight?
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
live this day not in waste
lest you forget beauty's grace
shame it'd be if you forgot the face
of every desire that man will chase
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 12:20 PM UTC
What defines us?
the possessions we own
or the people we trust
the silk that we've sown
or our desires and lust
our actions in life
or the words before death
adversity and strife
or what took our last breath
are any of these valid?
like pieces of a salad
or are none true
like light to a shrew
is it motivation and drive
ambitions that makes us strive
for our goals before we lose time
and meet the end of our lives
must we dive
deep past the mind
in order to find
the secret shrine
that hides its kind
is my soul me?
or does it act like me
for you see this question diminishes
any desire in finishing
this extinguishing life
for if I know not who am
how will I know who to be
what if I am a stagnant man
or erratic like the sea
what if you put a brand
with which I do not agree
will I carry this image
for the rest of days
and who are you to judge
there is no merit in your say!
our view is our own
maybe Nietzsche was right
personal truth is our home
there is no need to fight
I am here and I am me
nothing else matters
may Descartes smile in death
for my illusion is shattered
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 4:09 PM UTC