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Mark Rohlf Sep 2020
willful ignorance
history repeating
head in the sand
the leaders are cheating

from the left and right
the view is the same
perception is truth
for the man to game

rich and poor
black and white
the blue and the red
prepare and fight

swinging the sword
but dismissing the pen

it’s already been fought
and assessed by them

but we ignore the words
and twist the tale
so that we can continue
to fight the whale
Mark Rohlf Nov 2019
ten thousand times
you repeat the line
mine is the lucky number

what is real what is true
just what we perceive
like the collective views
the sky is blue

a linear eccentric
quips from the hip

i never have but
she will soon

arc a phrase
tell a truth
perpetuate a lie

but right on time
the real is revealed
with the curve of your words
you bark at the moon
truth lies perception reality
Mark Rohlf Sep 2019
scanning from my perch
staring out the window pane

imaging my path, a quiet place
visioned the trail
i have followed in vain

i to the right
as the herd left

did i hold back
or stand in judgement
above the rest

still hunting a clue
while guarding the line

what is there that i might find

survey from my grave
peering out the window pane

could i have seen
beat, circumspect

the window a mirror
and i my reflect
First draft. I might tweak this some more. I have been accused of over analyzing. This may be a reflection of that propensity
Mark Rohlf Sep 2019
***** through the tube
baby to the ****

instant mobility
of the noob

shuttle to the moon
rocket to mars

life is motion
under the stars
Just a quick thought on how life requires motion, in many different ways
Mark Rohlf Apr 2019
rave to the rolling hills
lit with the warmth of dawn
and the rich warm orange of dusk

respect to the souls
who pain to see
the beauty in rust

blithe to the imaginations
who seek a higher call
armed with the courage
of original thought

thanks to you
who climbed the hill
and found the charm

you
the one
who’s seen
the hills at dawn
A collection of words I have had in my journal for a while now.
Mark Rohlf Mar 2019
a medley of mange
this group of misfits
laughing dancing
and grazing the strange

unconventional freaks
outlandish and odd
parroting our priests
and glib of our gods

mocking our trials
poking fun of our kings
curating our flaws
as they jump and sing

bent and dimented
indignant to drones
lippy and pert
these rolling stones

theater people
I'm working on a painting of the title, Theater People. This collection of words will accompany the painting.

https://www.instagram.com/p/BuwHq8cgoYV/
Mark Rohlf Feb 2019
sitting at my desk
writing a haiku at work
i am not working
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