mood is king
I obey
every thought
ever invented
is present
they are a crushing weight
myth
creativity
the pegboard
of the human psyche
everyone pretends
to understand
a shack by the sea
the tide setting pace
gentle waves
that never cease
bleached palms
tower overhead
in the soft breeze
passion is selfish
desire comes and goes
laziness
an undeserved reputation
hard work
barely noticeable
in the din
the suns rays
light up the snow banks
obliquely with a pink tinge
the Andes in miniature
there exists
a warm place safe
from the sting
of a world
built on irony
explain yourself to no one
coldness meets coldness
there is no room for us all
success cannot be measured
either or
that is where the mistake was made
the error of duality
man, those nuns were killers
once I began a list
of principles deemed important
it was to help serve
as a guide as I steered
my way through the world
why are we so alone?
how does the time pass
so very slowly to allow
our doubts to surface
strong, impregnable, concrete
well, I hope I have given you something to disagree with
I hope that by expressing my ideas in these poems
has offered you the opportunity to cut and tear down
the sentiments and allow to see yourself, your actions
in a better more secure light, as if that was possible
Thanks and good night
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
mood is king
I obey
every thought
ever invented
is present
they are a crushing weight
myth
creativity
the pegboard
of the human psyche
everyone pretends
to understand
a shack by the sea
the tide setting pace
gentle waves
that never cease
bleached palms
tower overhead
in the soft breeze
passion is selfish
desire comes and goes
laziness
an undeserved reputation
hard work
barely noticeable
in the din
the suns rays
light up the snow banks
obliquely with a pink tinge
the Andes in miniature
there exists
a warm place safe
from the sting
of a world
built on irony
explain yourself to no one
coldness meets coldness
there is no room for us all
success cannot be measured
either or
that is where the mistake was made
the error of duality
man, those nuns were killers
once I began a list
of principles deemed important
it was to help serve
as a guide as I steered
my way through the world
why are we so alone?
how does the time pass
so very slowly to allow
our doubts to surface
strong, impregnable, concrete
well, I hope I have given you something to disagree with
I hope that by expressing my ideas in these poems
has offered you the opportunity to cut and tear down
the sentiments and allow to see yourself, your actions
in a better more secure light, as if that was possible
Thanks and good night
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