Scratch the itch from the poison of modernity in the tapestry of culture as it contrasts and conflicts in gentrified decay; where UV is cast into stone as it crumbles to the sound of archaic rhythm.
Only some of the clock hands refuse to turn to allow different splinters of time to converge. as others idle by propelled by contemporary euphoria; grinding on ages already passed.
Mechanisms of time fragment in the sound of simplicity, relics are no longer held in memory but carved in hieroglyphs, worn into cobblestones of interchangeable streets all leading to a history which repeats.
written after a mini adventure on the streets of a perplexingly quaint town.
You drew blanks as your ego shot the shadows inside you still glowing sniping through the rage hope left you with it always asked for more than it could give. Your lungs still choke on the blood from the last collision but neither of us pulled the trigger it happened of its own volition now you're woven into starlight written into the architecture and I'm now left with the desire to tear this world into the ground.
**** yeah for angry poems!! Found this one half finished in my notepad! Enjoy :)
My white gazebo with thin caryatid columns and wrought iron top on a frieze carved with small leaves The crown jewel of dew-kissed lands
My first Tanka poem! ^-^ Tanka is considered to be the oldest form of Japanese poems. What I love about them is that they are incredibly similar to haikus! Haikus are 5 syllables - 7 syllables - 5 syllables while Tankas are 5 syllables - 7 syllables - 5 syllables - 7 syllables - 7 syllables. Tankas poems are written about nature, seasons, love, sadness, other strong emotions and events. Here's mine! Based on an gazebo I saw in a garden once and one I envision for my growing Kingdom. I'm a lover of Greek myth and ancient architecture so I just had fun with it. Hope you like it! Wishing everyone a good night! Queen Lyn ***
Or will you remind me Semi-constantly That my teaching doesn’t fully yield your expertise? And when you fail to seize Success - simply yelp That docs aren’t enough to help?
Or will you blame process or my people For your team’s devovlement in sheeple?
I want discourse and not dissent I want progress and not lament. I want proactiveness and common ground - I want you to fish well - when I can’t be found.
I need you to step up - this ain’t just some punt. I need you to fish - so I can learn to hunt.
I have always loved the idea of an end goal to any role should be to do everything you can to make yourself obsolete - that way you can keep doing and learning new things yourself! You do need to have people you can trust though to take over the thing you want to move on from - not always a given.
Today is a day of travel Late for the first train Early morning marvels We're lucky there isn't rain
With you I needn't strain My love and I Oh my sweet Samuel I can't wait to see how far we can go
Our first big trip Together we'll see Milwaukee to Chicago
Where the wind hymns Through the concrete redwoods Sheds infectious excitement The buzz of an infrastructure hive To pulse through every scurrying limb
With beating darting glossy eyes Where necks crane concave To gaze upon the monuments The statues The striking glory of an architectural revolution
This train, ridden in adult hood Is still reminiscent of my youngest days Where curly golden locks Oshkosh b'gosh overalls And fists the size of a common house mouse
Dutifully and loyaly gripped The softly sanded wooden train whistle Galloping around my grandparents Gently cooing to the moon and sun Until my little lungs couldn't blow any more
This trains horn is more authoritative It asks us to hurry or watch out But inside the car it's only a lullaby a benevolent force All red, blue and silver Glistening upon arrival and exit
These metal cans have long windows Stretching from seat to sea to forest through the trees Children's faces adhear to it wide eyed and chin dropped As we pass swiftly and smoothly
The lush verdure and crushing azure Of the Midwest's rolling glacial fields All transient and ghostly passing through
Farther though as close as could be An unseen body and lonesome forearm Reveals itself from behind the curtain seat
One finger hold a golden wedding ring This halo he wears or it wears him ever so perfectly Only slightly indented upon his golden hued skin His wrist watch is of the like Shows 11:45 upside down to mine eyes
. ... ...... It's done. I finished it. The Gods are pleased. The Pharaoh smiles at it. It pierces the sky thoroughly. And yet, part of me thinks. Do they care about it? I see the skies, and notice the stars align. ...... ... .
It's supposed to be a pyramid, though this font doesn't make the appearance look good. Just squint a bit.