fear on show
nightmare come true

double trouble
hiding truth

mind has scenarios
knitted by spiders.

songs in the night
repetitive lyric

heartbeats in tune
two halves united

mind in union
with all creation.

bubble wrapped minds
obscure dreams lit with starshine

murky depths
milky white

swimming toward shore
daytime relief

chased by sharks
out of the dark.

(By Geof the cheeky breakfast bard)

I woke up craving grammar carbs,
Not toast, nor eggs, nor jelly garbs.
But oven-fresh and piping bold:
A basketful of words retold.

I asked the chef, “Could I get some?”
She said, “You mean thesauribun?”
“That's right,” I winked, “those cinnamon swirls,
But make ’em synonym rolls, dear girl.”

She plated puns with playful flair:
“Bold = brave, daring, debonair!”
I bit into ‘quick’ - it tasted ‘swift’
With side of ‘gifted’ language lift.

‘Happy’ flaked like ‘merry’, ‘glee’,
While ‘tasty’ whispered ‘yummy’ to me.
Each roll a punny paradox,
Hot like ‘fiery’... cool as ‘fox’.

The butter spread was smooth with sass,
Labelled “suave” and “upper-class.”
I asked for jam! She brought ‘preserve’,
With extra ‘savvy’ word reserve.

So now I dine on vowel dough,
My crossword palate set aglow.
No calories, just calories’ friends.
They're simile but never ends.

Perhaps narcissism is little more
than a preoccupation with one’s pain
Gotta figure pain is in there somewhere

Hurt people hurt people

Sometimes there are places to go
but, no where to stop

With all our ailments and defects
of character, may we be assured that the cure for it all will come soon enough
“At the last” “Everything hath end”

The longer you live the heavier the
weight of not dying

Anger can be a dangerous state of mind
Stress a flesh-eating disease

There is nothing more threatening
to one’s freedom
than the contraction of the mind
due to fear

You would never know it,
The constant pain I feel,
Because in the light of day
It almost isn't real.

Sure, I'll play, I'll laugh,
I'll sing some songs,
But that pain is always lurking
Because it's been here all along.

And when the darkness comes
With its all-consuming power,
It slowly takes my soul
Hour by dreadful hour.

But they tell me that I'm strong enough.
They swear that it gets better.
They say, "If you can just hold out
and bear this stormy weather."

They tell me, "You will be happy one day.
All you need do is fight."
But what they seem to forget
Is after each day comes the night.

And so I act along.
I play my part
While this crushing darkness
Slowly breaks my heart.