Curtis

Curtis Sep 2014

Earth
The brain
To the body
Of the universe
If only
We could escape
The deathly grasps
Of the thoughts among our mind

Curtis Sep 2014

Time
Is not
A line

Time
Is the vessel
For this rhyme

Time
Is the plane
To hold you and I

Time
The stitch between
Energy and the mind

Curtis Sep 2014

How can one say
There is black
And there is white
But certainly no grey

Curtis Sep 2014

It is funny
You know
When I write a poem
I go
The body writes itself
Not the title though

Curtis Sep 2014

Walk

What to do
While the sky
Is still light blue

What to do
When boredom
I desire to subdue