#med
silent poet thinking words,
never i must write
lucid wretched loving words
all bark and half the bite
silent poet thinking thoughts
the ink refused to make
mind and pen are separate
an unyeilding opaque
if i tell the tale to you
of love and praise and good
you'd laugh and laugh and laugh some more
naive misunderstood
my mind a chasm of infinite good
the world dichotomous strange
the vines do seize me gently
to a velvet padded cage
my head is a bed of roses
the thorns pierce me not
i am safe and free and happy
delusional, deep in thought
**** me softly
make me smile
your intoxicating
rapt exile
silent poet thinking thoughts
writes symphonies in his head
the writer and the audience
will dance until they're dead
silent poet thinking words
is struck by stockholm syndrome
perfect captor perfect world
illusion is his home
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 6:06 AM UTC
it’s what’s done
that can’t be said
stupidity you can see
it’s just me
can’t tell you all the things i see
cause i don’t really know it all
i cry and lament of whats uncanny
sensibilities for unnecessary
points of grandeur
don’t help me
all they do is keep me awake
Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 6:22 PM UTC
Sumer is icumen in
a modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
This is an update of an old classic for those of us who suffer with hay fever and other allergies ...
Sumer is icumen in
Lhude sing achu!
Groweth sed
And bloweth hed
And buyeth med?
Cuccu!
Keywords/Tags: spring, summer, hay fever, seeds, pollen, med, meds, medicine, achoo, stuffy, nose, blowing, ragweed, congestion
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 5:21 AM UTC
Jeg forbyder en morskab
Med for mange principper
Som ingen rigtig forstår
Jeg selv tror, jeg selv ved, med ved det egentlig ikke
Et sats
Pest eller kolera
Som for andre
Blot er chancen
Den der tages
Hvor der gives
En kyklopisk spandfuld af egenskaber
Egenskaber jeg er blevet for gammel til
Eller måske er jeg blot for ung
Men ung og dum
Gammel og klog
Jeg finder da ingen mening
For hvem ved dét
Dét som ingen ved
Her i søgning efter mening
Hvorfor gør jeg det ikke
Hvorfor bliver jeg ved
Med at tænke
Det utænkte
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
Duggede øjne
Giver mig ikke
Alt det hende du
Måske
Kiggede på i går
har
Hende du
Måske
Faldt for når
Jeg ligger
Her
Alene med salte
Kinder
Og du lovede
mig
Du ikke ville
kigge
På alle de andre
Kvinder
kun
når jeg har salte
kinder
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC