March, seems to be
For marching
March is now mar-red
March has an arch
For those that marched
That now lay dead
And in the arch of March
Lies an arc
That blazes
Into the night sky
The fire from rockets
Soaring high
Landing on those
About to die
March was once known
For Ides, and boxing hares
Seems it can be a violent month
March is losing its charm
For those that really care

by Jemia

Just had
A not poodle
*** noodle
I tried
To draw
Then doodle
The not poodle
*** noodle
But it made me
Withdrawn
So i ate it

by Jemia

When digging a hole
For yourself
Make sure
You don't fall in
As it may turn out
To be a wormhole
And all that there is
At the end of those
Is usually a can of worms
As we know
What happens
When you open that up
It's like cold spaghetti

by Jemia

who are the who's who?
only they seem to know who they are
or who they were
that's if they exist in the first place
but according to my imaginary folk lore
they were a renegade group
that were formed from another species
called the what whats
yet again, no-one really knew
who or what
the what whats were
some suspected they were related to
the thingymajigs
but most experts in the field
believed they were all related to the
***'s
and we can all relate to that
and no, i haven't smoked anything pleasant!

by Jemia

If i were to die today
With my life
In such disarray
At least now
I have
If nothing else
Lived as long as i have
Not sure how
Or why
Maybe my purpose
Will be revealed
After ive left
This mortal coil
Perhaps pigs may fly?
In the meantime
I shall remain
Floating
Seemingly aimlessly
Like a petal
Caught on a wind of chance
Always present
But never quite here

by Jemia

Ghosts, and shadows
From the quiet solitude
Of music, and poetry
To elsewhere
Where the hussle, and bussle
Cheer, and laughter
Of a busy bar
Vibrant, and alive
Delaying
The silent death
Currently residing
Within my soul
Which i can try to allay
For at least another day
Tomorrow never comes
Unless i let it
Meanwhile
I shall drift off
Into another portal
Another parallel world
An alternative universe
And see where
The wormholes of destiny
Take me
Perhaps
I'll end up
On that strange
Surreal planet
Called Earth

by Jemia

He tells his lies
And plays his tricks
The world is now
Like a game of Risk

by Jemia