time—we set
   that we won't fret
     just to get set
      and not forget

      sleep—an endless feud
    where we get sued
  when we elude
a debt often eschewed

time—you set
  that you won't fret
    just to get set
      only to forget

      sleep—an endless feud
    deliberately sued,
  you just stood
paid the debt; ceased the feud

I close my eyes
So I could see,
Perceive what lies
Infinitely -
A cluster of
Realities -
That if becomes
How great would be

Thump.

In synchrony, we walk
And walk and walk and walk

Thump.

Away from our hearts
To steal another one's

Thump.

If I step out the line,
my life gets on the line

Thump.

The heat has been too harsh
But the light; I see the light...

Thump!

As it draws across the marsh:
a mushroom with a blight.

Thu-

you covered it up
like it was a part of you
for if not would it have been
a shame to be vested in you
or so you thought it was
then you buried
its impurities
as if to hide it away, forever
but as you nourished
the soil with its iniquities
the seed of your doings
fell altogether
and flourished,
being fed with impurities
it was noticeably staggering,
an unsightly abomination

Perchance you think
You've had enough
And near the brink
Of things too rough

When many waves
Have knocked you down
You think all saves
Would let you drown

I offer you this one advice:
Stand up and fight
Don't say goodbyes;
Please hold on tight.

The heart of evil
abides in darkness
Pretense by civil
Works are madness

Afraid for light
To make reveal
In sacred sight
The ***** deal

The heart of gold
Shall shine like stars
And glow; unfold
The world in bars.

Scroll, scroll and scroll.
Tap, read, like
And boom. Trending.

Even if statistics
would find ballistics
Beneath the bed
Of all colored head

A lovely red
would show no mercy
Beyond the thread
Of seamless heresy.

The remnants of yesterday's closure
Either creates tomorrow
Or destroys the future
Divided by variances too shallow
Yet united against the walls
The vague resolutions that regress
Constituting for the insistent calls
Are today's mend-in-progress
That whatsoever made no progress.

Dust might, Dust mite
Must Dust mite,
Then dust might.

my lawyers do excuse me
from the allegations
that my prosecutors
accuse me of

with full attention
does my judge listen
to every argument
from a party to another

so decides my judge
whether to declare
or not - that i
am thereby proven guilty

Revelation of Love -
it all started
with a wink
that unraveled
the mystic sentiments -
a sudden spark
that may corrupt.

Lust of Love -
a thirst to be quenched,
a hunger to be satisfied
sparks flames of deceit
and destroys the essence
of genuine love.

Compassion of Love -
true love, it is
that hopes to unite
galaxies apart
picks not
from the favored
but delivers unto all -
that which sparked lights
that lit up the dark void.

For a man in search of the past -
Vague and dark as it has been -
Gropes about the every odd yet familiar.

A flicker of the lights will do.

Humiliate the crown
Of royal blood
Whose head's up high
And draws imperial line
With greedy towers
Standing tall
And never bows
Before his Servants.

Oh, bow before the Servants!
Whose blood is full of gold
Let not a droplet spill
And end the serving line
Whose shelters sway in awe
Hardly standing tall
Bows forevermore
Before the guiltless crown!

Letters and hues
So warm and inviting
On the sheets that entice
So full of delight.

Leaflets I make
Deliver unto all
Mnemonics of compassion
Fair and unselective.

So grants the mass
Whose love is for the meek
Whispers of concern
Hearken truth to offer.

If only I could make
Leaflets of eternity
To offer truth to all
And long until infinity.

I saw a farmer fly a plane
Above the clouds, I saw his hand
Lift up the burden in his arm
In the air, he tossed the seeds

The swift cold breeze headed South
Dragged them downwards to the ground
Each was scattered all around
To various sections of the land

A seed fell down the good soil
It grew healthy, nice and strong
The sun looked down, it looked up
Water sprinkled; it received

A seed fell down the grasslands
It grew weak, sad and stubborn
The sun looked down, it looked down
Water sprinkled; it got none

A seed fell down the stones
It grew speedy, tall but weak
The sun looked down, it trembled
Water sprinkled; was too late

A seed fell astray by the wayside
It stayed asleep and sprouted none
The sun looked down, and water sprinkled
The fowl passed by and ate the seed.

Is it the air that breaks out through the sphere of vapor?
Or, does it say they're in to popular music?
What a weird poem
To write today
My head's too dizzy
With eyes, too sleepy.

Dear stranger in despair,
The world loves you
I know none about you
But so much that I can say
The world loves you.

The turmoils and the sorrow
Unite against us all
So does misery
That pulls us down
So hard, we stumble.

The quicksand that pulls
So low, we almost give in
The fearsome foresight
That exhibits each and every time
Delusions by the horror.

To see reality
But beyond the scope
With a pair of daydreamers
Focused within the span
Below or within the fantasy
That frightens or dictates
The odds of misery.

To perceive a blurry vision
Yet a clear imagination
Of what is yet to be seen
Or what is to ever commence
Never aware of what to believe
For the mischief of every storyteller
Uninvited yet entertained
Delivers free delirium.

In a thoroughgoing reform
Of every ongoing mend
Hoping to resurrect
The peaceful beginnings
And end every desolation.

To roll the orbs of fortune-tellers
As if to find any solution
But to end up feeling emptiness
That invades the mighty borough
So decides to fill with darkness
Such pair of daydreamers
And to let the warmth
Of frozen moments
Become a sudden comfort
So swiftly passing by.

(a Shakespearean sonnet by MysticRiddleton)

Lake of mirror from beneath,
On thee reclines the wet gray cotton sea
Glowing faintly overneath
Projects penumbras of the tree
Pictures alter by the angle
Heaven slithers swift as I
Near and closely leans in angle
Sees thy creature eye to eye
Alas! The radiance that makes thee luster
Decides to pluck thee bit by bit
Pictures fading by the mirror
Lake of mirror, be not beat!
Keep thy stagnant lake, oh mirror
Let thou ripple with some vapor.