Seeping into this mattress the only consistency I know now, the only object I recognize is my stoic unchanging frown.

Running away always seems the viable choice, but the lonely mind is succumbed to having no voice.

The choice is directly in front of me and my hand, yet it looks so hideously bland, I don't understand.

When will my soul become a part of this confusing land?

So easily forgotten, do we remember the bright days of playing in the sand?

When dreams were always ingrained in the inevitable plan?

We all seem to forget the small thought of no matter what I can.

****


When the boulder was lifted,
Pandemonium started.
Everyone, in a flurry-
The usually slow flow
Of movements.
Now done in haste:
Moving out
Moving in
Resettling
Reorganizing
Moving shelter
Moving food supply
Everyone has to hurry
Confusion
shouts in every corner.
Still, peace is kept
In their lined activities
Though, getting hurt is inevitable.
How could there be so much
Hope and patience,
When soon enough,
Another boulder would be lifted?
Demolition is nearing,
Construction would soon be starting,
Desolation, all is expecting,
Still, they move on,
They live on.
****
****
We, could learn so much from
These industrious, persevering living beings.
They are brimming with wisdom,
These tiny,
Slow-moving, fellow creatures,
Called
Ants.


Sally

Copyright November 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

A fabulous day
to be had was in store
At Mash Brewery I casualy
strolled through the door
Our tables real long
30 + ladies are here
Eating lunch and chatting
with a wine,cider or beer
Then I spy the birthday girl
a friend I hold dear
Like all the other ladies
I bring birthday cheer
Then a call "all aboard"
gotta skull down my drink
To much of this  
I'll end up feeling real stink
So out of the brewery
single file we go
To our white disco bus
with our Kiwi driver Joe
With a smile to our driver
I say "Kiora Bro"
Then we're off on our journey
to different Swan Valley locations
There's laughter even a waterslide to release some of life's frustrations
Then all to soon my journey
must end
Then I hear a voice say
"Come to Guildford my friend"
More then happy to ablige
It's back to my seat
with a skip in my stride
At the Guildford Tavern I decide l'd love to go the whole way
And on my girlfriends couch
tonight is where I shall stay
Today I'm having respite
so my sister I call to see
if in the morning
she's able to come and get me
She's more than happy
Glad I'm having fun
I love my sister
she's my number one
So off on our bus down
the Highway we roar
Singing
"Girls just wanna have fun "
we let our voices soar
With our trusty driver Joe
in our white bus
with the disco light
We laugh, sing and dance
our voices carrying into the night.

Chattering boxes are but the brain at work, with dreary thoughts doing the consistent work.

Laughable laughs come out as bold lies, as the true core we barely adore slowly dies.

With true words never being spoken, will the dark spell of the fraudulent counterfeits ever be broken?

The world is now digital and synthetic, and the almighty aesthetic is now genetic.