#antics
I want to walk down the street in the midnight lamp posts
I want to drown in the words of these open books
I want to find the path that leads to Atlantis
All of my thoughts are filled with these antics
I want to climb the canvasses stacked in my room
I want to sit for weeks and watch the flowers bloom
I want to swim in the clouds and just sink like the titanic
All of my thoughts are filled with these antics
I want to listen to the wind filled with my favorite songs
I want to dance with my emotions and feel like everything belongs
I want to grab the universe, and hold all of the planets
But i know, I can only dream of these antics
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 4:00 PM UTC
_Wit when overreached
Is neither as endearing nor amusing
As the antics of a court jester;
But it is infinitely more foolish._
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 10:03 PM UTC
Of This Whelk Hooked Sluggish Autodidact
Nay, despite failing to make the grade,
this bluesy well red, duff mute
average white band hit,
hard knock school alumnus
jack of all trades master of none bumped along
*** hole cratered steep pitch
while riding the bus
bullies skewered kosher me all, cannibalized
carte blanche timid ego
brandishing exacto knife
threatening jugular, cuss
sing maniacally pulling out all stops
going headstrong for this doofuss
Embracing premonition making me mincemeat
vis a vis via, Atilla the *** plus
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore
after diet of worms
as hors d'oeuvre hug guess
if given a choice, would prefer Loch Ness
monster, or the whale that swallowed Jonah,
either t'would be a quite im press
heave feted feat, versus being poached,
roasted, skewered burnt alive
perhaps sautéed to feed additionally,
the Gothic (Jacks sin) five,
the latter adorned with
Bandolier prototype, whence they would jive
to Vandals mess sigh ya,
these last yet another contra band
to play on command, or risk not being
he gee beegee bing a live
all thee above iterated blather spluttered
as punishment against revive
ving human sacrifice by pence hoove lee donning
a new jersey wordlessly trumpeting, and strive
ving assiduously as a one man lobbyist,
and aye willingly negotiate
to take more'n one wive
even though that would be big o' me decor,
thus a last minute reprieve given
without axing por favor
and black keys handed over
to Holy Roman Empire in ****
rubble ruins (over the Weeknd), thus brutish nasty,
and short tempered surprisingly
(boot not prematurely) *********** bon jour
foo fighters actually (grand
aery an nah - did a three sixty)
feting me guest of *** or,
boosting self esteem, the first time
since being a kid in a candy store
which poetic digression
did make quite a dee tour,
and bringing detente amidst marauding
village people hoop reef furred war.
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
a wayside mongrel,
tries to sell itself to me;
poignant its antics!
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
And she jumped
She jumped out of her comfortable, plush launching pad
And she tried
She tried to set every fan to crosswind towards
And she hoped
She hoped that, when she jumped, her cape would carry her
And she fell
She fell onto the shagged carpet, on her hands and knees
And she did
She did all of this, yet she moved on to more fun
And she went
She went on to ride her bike, more confident in her peddling, than jumping
And she knew
She knew that the ground was much safer
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC
I saw a good person do a bad thing once
I thought I was a good person but I did a bad thing once, too
Have you ever seen a good person do a bad thing?
Have you ever been the good person doing a bad thing (on occasion)?
Have you ever seen...
<>the bars that imprison you?<>
Have you ever been...
<>the bars that imprison you?<>
There is a potential to be stuck behind the words & letters...
of this Song to the Open Road
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But look at the stars
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And look at the bars
|A|n|d| |re|a|l|i|z|e| |t|h|e| |j|a|i|l|e|r| |i|s| |y|o|u|
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC
A taste
of wine
with scholar
that tears
their sheets
with innuendoes
and her
longing where
her chance
but witness
in her
fiancé with
questions only
honor that
such blood
stains die
in supposition.
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 2:43 AM UTC