#lifecycles
there's a certain trap to it
drumming dark thoughts –_rat-a-tat-tat_,
my mind caught in a snare again, and again
circling in hi-hats of doubt. in this tandem
of life; _pedal-pedal-pedal_ —decisions spinning
like wheels, chains creak, my brakes squeal,
for the bravest choices are always stuck in repeat.
_ding-ding_ —the alarm mocks the dawn,
_clang-clang,_ trains pull apart, same departure,
but all different routes. your roots only grow
as deep as you choose, silence hums louder
than footsteps on the pavement.
_whoosh_ — rustling leaves write new lives,
whispers stitched into the wind. but the harder
it blows, the less you see your tears —
_shhh… hush… hush…_they'll vanish in the static,
like cymbals fading after a final crash…and in
the quiet after, only the echo remains.
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 4:08 AM UTC
Ironic is what we live
When do you see this so call light
How is this not hell
We go through hella pain and hurt
Still have to attend our regular routine
Oh don’t attend your routine
That deep hole you’re in
Only gets deeper and deeper
Expected to bend yourself backwards
Who’s there to help you straighten yourself back
No one !
Now you’re stuck with this pain
A pain that never goes away
Half way out that hole
Guess what *** some **** popped up
Now you’re in that hole 2x deeper
Be positive tho have faith
Now you’re half way out
Oops back in 3x more
Smile, there soon to be light
🙄
26 years later, the record don’t work
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 4:24 AM UTC
I'm exiting an off ramp
On this cloverleaf;
On a divided highway,
Moving west to east.
Across the ditch
They steer towards
What I did from the east.
If I do a U-Turn now
The predicament's the same;
There's no luck on
This cloverleaf,
It's driving me insane.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
From babe's first cry
To happy hour
From beauty of life
Turning sour
Educate
Reciprocate
**********
Reiterate
There must be more
Hidden away
Searching for something
Starting to stray
Anticipation of a first kiss
Expectations of the welcomed bliss
Completion
Entering the work force
Bells tolling
Announcing a union between lovers
Creating a new being
Out of thin air
Only to bring them
Into a world of despair
Growing old and gray
Watching children stray
Seeing them struggle
And internally scream
Powerless to help
Nightmares from a dream
Is this all there is
There has to be more
My life has to mean something
Waves crash to the shore
Stranded out at sea
I look around and find
There is no solace for
What's left of my mind
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
I fade to nothing
As iron turns to rust
*Filled picnic basket
Deep sunken casket*
But what I want to know is this
*When does the line
Between life
And between death
Become more than fine*
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC