Muck monster: Favorites

Feb 2016 Muck monster

Laura Olson

I have spent
Too many miles
In the beds
Of strangers
Pick up trucks
And
Roaring
Freight trains
To settle
For a quiet,
Small
Life.
I am a wayfarer,
Wanderer,
Vagrant.
No walls can keep me.
I am too
Massive
For civil norms,
I am
Too much
For a habitual society.
A roof would
Keep me from the stars.
How could I
Give up the rising sun?
A door would keep me
From all of the strangers
That I call my allies.
There is too much of this world
That I have caught
A glimpse of,
There is still
Deep-rooted mystery,
I can feel it beneath my feet
With every mile I roam.
The magic rouses
My being,
Stirs my soul.
Though
This may feel like a curse,
Some just weren't meant to
Fit
Into
The puzzle.
Some
Are
Free radicals,
Disturbing the peace,
Agitating the possibilities,
Proving
Freedom isn't dead,
Freedom isn't free,
Freedom is something
That must be stolen,
Freedom is to be
Taken into your own
Two hands.

#freedom #travel #wanderlust #traveler #freighttrains

Feb 2016 Muck monster

Only the sound of waves

Feb 2016 Muck monster

Sarah

Only the sound of waves

Silence.
Only the sound of waves.
The water is brown. Not blue.
Full of mud.
The wind whips my face.
Filled with foam.
It is no longer cold.
I'm frozen in the wind.

Silence.
Only the sound of waves.
I am happy here.
I am at home here.
Near the sea.

Silence.
Only the sound of waves.
There is no better place for me.

Silence.
Only the sound of waves.
Home.

#home #ocean #waves #northsea

Feb 2016 Muck monster

Never Know

Feb 2016 Muck monster

Mercy B

Never Know

I must walk this path alone, if I am to figure myself out.

To understand the reason for this pain, to rid myself of doubt.

I wander thru this life just searching for a clue.

Truth be told, my heart knows well, my answers died with you

Missing you momma

#mercieb

Feb 2016 Muck monster

The Ghoul

Feb 2016 Muck monster

Muse

The Ghoul

There are rumors of a ghoul
Who stalks abandoned places
They say he is never full
And he wears many faces

He can hide in a memory
While you visit a loved ones grave
He can hide in the obituary
Of someone you couldn't save

He can feast on the living
While he is fed by the dead
He can constrict your breathing
If he can get into your head

He can eat away dreams
And leave behind despair
He'll split lips at the seams
To hide that he's there

His games are the worst of all
He'll pretend to be gone
Then laugh as you fall
Then he'll keep feasting on

Feb 2016 Muck monster

Where Love Spends The Day

Feb 2016 Muck monster

Mike Hauser

Where Love Spends The Day

Love spends the day
Wherever it likes
Out in the open
With no need to hide
Making its way
In pure delight
Sticks to the path
Where it's easy to find

The problem we have
That of mankind
Being lost in the woods
For most of our lives
So we struggle with love
In our hopes to find
As love spends the day
Wherever it likes

Feb 2016 Muck monster

I'm Not The Only One

Feb 2016 Muck monster

Mike Hauser

I'm Not The Only One

Come 6 o'clock
There's the turn of the lock
As her key slips in the door

That's the moment when
I start wondering
Where she was again the night before

Always with the excuse
She loves to use
Out on the town with her girlfriends

If I've heard it once
I've heard it more than enough
No need to hear it all over again

As she floats past the bed
I'm playing dead
The same with our love life

Hard pressed to say when
Or how long it has been
Since we shared this bed at night

I could question it all
As I'm played for the fool
Though not the only pawn in her game

If you think about
There is somebody else
On the other side she must treat the same

Feb 2016 Muck monster

~Lonely~

Feb 2016 Muck monster

Mike Hauser

~Lonely~

Hello, this is Lonely calling...
Remember when we sat in your room and did nothing
We sat there for days with nothing to say
Then you found a friend and gave me away

I'm just calling to say that I want you back
I miss all the nothing in the nothing we had
I find by myself there's more nothing to do
Which makes me more lonely than I was lonely with you

Hello, this is Lonely calling...
I'm pretty sure this is your number I'm dialing
Are you so busy you can't give me the time
The least you could do is pick up the line

After all that you and I have been through
You'd think you could give me a minute or two
I guess if I had I could do with another
Could you dump your new friend and send them right over

Hello, this is Lonely calling...
How could you leave me this way without even knowing
All of the heartache that I would go through
Missing all of the nothing that we used to do

Hello, Lonely still here...
Just thought you should know if you even care
I certainly wouldn't have called so much if I had known
That what you most wanted from me was to be left alone

This popped up in my Facebook as a memory (one I don't even remember) so I figured if I don't you won't either! #newtoyou

Feb 2016 Muck monster

At the Land of In Between

Feb 2016 Muck monster

Marshal Gebbie

At the Land of In Between

I’ve strode this road of war and love
And born it’s bile and spleen,
I’ve wept at death and laughed at birth
But nowhere have I seen,
A sweeter place to live and die,
To quest for things supreme,
Than to forge these days of hard forays
In the Land of In Between.

Candied apples hang from boughs
Like jewels bequeathed by Queen
And silver sounds of bubbling brook
Cascade to tumbling stream,
Parakeets in vivid hue
Fly by with shreeking scream
In forest’s green majestic light
In the Land of In Between.

Paint no man black or vivid white
Whilst points of view be gleaned
With race and politics ignored
Then manifest, obscene.
Where labour be a man’s reward
And filthy lucre screened
As noxious be a spider bite
In this Land of In Between.

Where hate be strangled to the end
Then with a keen blade ,sheened,
Be put to death with avarice
No guilt or guile redeemed.
Leaving in the pristine wake
A countryside so clean
That God be queuing up to live
In this Land of In Between.

All ****** love be sacrosanct
And soft endearments seemed
As normal as the light of night
When by the moon dust preened.
And that laughter be our currency
Affection always seen
As bonding in fraternity
At the Land of In Between.

M.
Foxglove, Taranaki NZ.
30 January 2016

Feb 2016 Muck monster

Raspberry Science Sass

Feb 2016 Muck monster

Maple Mathers

Raspberry Science Sass

As a footnote, I’ve always held a certain regard for those plentiful fruits. Raspberries. Small and juicy and sweet. Quick and easy.

Now, it’s apples on the other hand I heavily despise.

To eat an apple is to make a commitment. Society generally frowns upon those who eat half an apple, just to toss out the rest. And most people are not exactly bargaining for your leftovers once they’re brown and teeth marked. Apple eating is a long and rigorous ordeal. Halfway through, the raw parts begin to stain or dry and when you’re finally finished, you’ve still got to deal with that core and the skin that’s stuck in your teeth. Herein, apples and commitments become synonymous. Convenience, the antonym.

Raspberries, however, are miniature, and zesty, and only last for a matter of seconds.

**Not unlike ideal high school relationships.

#life #happy #apples #ponder #meal #realistic #high-school #raspberries