#ramblers
Walking over the moor on a sunny day, the wind at my back,
I saw before me a woman over-burdened by a voluminous rucksack
She trudged along face against the wind
Reached a gulley filled with bramble bushes and turned around a bend.
I looked for her when I reached her point of departure
But could see nothing. In fact as I looked I became increasingly unsure
That I seen her that day. The moor was full of mist,
And in truth, I was fairly ******
Walking over the moor the following day
I searched the land for the best possible way
To reach Croven, a village first settled by the ancient Brits,
Whom the Romans had routinely cut to bits,
Where I had left my wife and car.
Going around in circles, up and down, lost in the mire
Of marsh and bog, the mists kept descending
And my return to Croven, wife and car, seemed never-ending
When I saw the woman approach me again
The rucksack straddling her back like a fin
I called out in a tired and plaintive voice
She walked through me over the purple grass in a trice
Stopped, looked back, noticed my agonised expression of a man completely lost,
Squealed, dropped the rucksack and began screaming about a ghost
I did the same belting headlong into the marsh
Dying swiftly there, which I thought was kinda harsh!
I still see the woman when I trudge a sad spectre through the moor
But we greet each other now, knowing each is Nevermore.
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 12:37 AM UTC
Hold it in
cut clean the vitals
How I see a simple procedure going wrong is the anxiety of the believer. The Optimist that fears the pessimistic balance. True lovers of the art.
Exhale
sedation equals Meditation
Minds wander when watching the reflection of ever moving sound and light through the world of water.
Sip the air in
Release the third eyes tears
A figure of speech. Or a meaning that only the experienced can speak for? But nothing is trivial in the pursuit and may it suit you so.
DOnot BlinK
Digging holes to sleep in
There is a goal of destruction. Caused either by thy self or the weight out on thy self by others. However this weight becomes lighter as I become stronger in bearing it. Should it ever be cast off I fear I would not exist.
Let the music in
Silhouettes are my truth
But now the doubt has been raised... The Cave men will now question their Gods. The banished becomes a Martyr of everyones self doubt.
Meet the eyes of your maker
Blind, Deft, Paralyzed
You can find them. I have them. Everyone and almost everything does. look deep, drink the knowledge and use it to cure. Become the knife to the weave of time and free our paths.
Become a monster
when getting hijacked in your car, drive into a large object fast, all the while stare at aggressor silently
A Monster is a matter of opinion. But I digress that it should be questioned whether or not humans can be monsters and no longer humans. To add someone who becomes a monster may never have the chance to become human. The odds are stacked against humans.
laugh in our beds for our sins
Hard Rock Balled
I don't mind good and evil. I don't much care for what they are. Experiencing them I care about.
Time fractals across the Insomniac Ramblers body
Criticize, Critique, Commit
Dream for others. Imagine the unknown. Believe in oneself.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC