#noisy
To think is easy, think things through
Think about life, all taught to you
Pay attention to what’s in view
All that’s done and you want to do
We take for granted thoughts we find
Some can be nice and some unkind
What’s hard to master, takes more time
Is to take these thoughts from out your mind
Try to silence each one, remove
Shoot them down, give your thoughts the boot
Yes, sneaky words may float on through
And before you know, you think new
Weird, wonderful - some dangerous thoughts
Too quick to catch in time to sort
One pops in then two, three more
Often not what you’re striving for
An art to master - learn to do
But over time peace can seep through
You notice the once messy queue
Looks less a mess, your thoughts are few
A wise monks craft, the final aim;
To sit in peace, no thoughts, no shame
To take time out will help you gain
A deeper insight, break from pain
Listen closely when silence comes
It can teach more than thoughts once done
Provides you strength to overcome
Your busy mind, the constant drums
When times are testing thoughts can do
More harm than good, no good for you
Turn them off put your mind on mute
Doing so can make much more room
When you feel ready, strong in mind
After some peaceful resting time
Turn them back on and try to find
A way to get your thoughts in line
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 5:49 PM UTC
What! the What!
was that which I think
were syllables
perpetrating from the sewer
of their open commentary
on my life.
As though it was a live play.
And they were the voice over
scrapping at my thoughts.
Well if I were you!
When did I ask this magpie of gossip
to intrude on my daily reflections.
But no you stain that window
I want to stare outward too.
Mind your own business, I know yours
went bankrupt long ago..
Never paying dues to what you paid out.
But never counting the cost of what
every word cost you.
Now its time to change that channel
to white noise.
All the persistent vocals drowned out.
Now I can watch my life without commentary.
Others should watch themselves not others
just because your is a repeat of a dull life.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
Can I show you my way?
Without the distractions of laughter.
Love at first hand your eyes engrossed,
Conducting the opera that is my life.
Would you understand if I began to stare, that your lips can't tell me of unspoken words.
Language minority people would agree.
So open your eyes and hear me speak.
Come closer and listen to my words in the air.
Try to understand I am not invisible.
Will you lend a hand?
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC
The radio is so loud;
My father's voice sounds
Like thunder.
The car is too squeaky;
The cat meowing sounds
Like an obnoxious alarm.
My own thoughts are too noisy;
My voice sounds
Like waves pounding on the shore.
It's like someone turned my
Sensitivity levels all the way up;
Like some form of torture.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
You can not grasp the concepts I speak,
I accept gay people for who they are,
You hold on to your dreams and weep,
Then shop the avenue with tacky stores,
You are the one who breaks into song
When there was a villain who died,
You are always there ready to go to war,
Blank faced death as you boldly stride,
You were a pillow that I would lay my
Head on, now I run from you for my life,
You were a rainbow I had wished upon,
Now there is nothing but shame all the time.
*I was the one who had a childhood to explore and dream,
Now if I am not eternally busy, work restless 8 hour days,
I fall upon my sofa and knock out after I get home,
Finally find a little time and space, there you are
To tell me I'm nothing but a complete waste,
For I'll never work out in this world until I have
Lived up to becoming a slaved out tool for money's pay.
Perhaps on the outside I seem like a disgrace, but in truth
More like a dog who never learned the tricks of the trade.*
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 6:20 AM UTC
*Sweet words spoken
Sounds sweet in few
Too many spoils the day*
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
Can someone tell the folks upstairs
That their floor is my ceiling.
They stomp about,
Scream and shout.
In a fleet,
They drag their feet.
They tap dance in their hall,
And cause my crockery to fall.
While they boisterously shake,
I'm forced to stay awake.
They slam their doors,
and I settle scores,
By returning a 'thud',
Which goes unheard.
And finally when they clamber to bed,
I thank my stars and think in my head,
Those noisy wrecks,
Are a pain in our necks,
I would have loved them more,
Had they lived on another floor.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 6:13 AM UTC