This pocket watch, it ticked past every one of my mistakes.
What happened? Did it age, rust, or finally give out and break?
Any old broken pocket watch would drag me to the ground
In return for all the times that it’s been dropped and tossed around.
But I carry this old pocket watch, not caring that it’s dead.
It leased my mind to scrolling numbers, and acted as a friend.
It’s plausible, if time were false, that I’d be rent asunder
Like a feeling of too close lightning with a distanced wispy thunder.
But a trust instilled by this coin’s lost pulse is a perfect fit for me.
It’s golden chain, in ironic fashion, has finally set me free.

I’ll set you down in an honorable place.
Days are fleeting, I must make haste.
An uphill battle, no time for face.
Forget the Watch, no time to waste.

Any ship can sink.
No captain can stop this.
All it takes is one second,
And you’re sinking into darkness.

As I descend, fade to black-
Skip the “shades of gray.”
A single phrase to break this vessel:
I need some time away.

Before I’m found all blue,
Another phrase to make me think.
*You don’t always make it back to land.
Every ship will sink.

With the intelligence &
stamina of the wolf,
My willpower & endurance
excels beyond most,
With the stealth &
craftiness of the fox,
I take much from my
opposition & vanish in
the night like a ghost..


With the massiveness &
memory of the elephant,
My mind runs deep & retains
emotions for the better of my clan,
With the camouflage &
ingenuity of the octopus,
I escape the pursuing demons
& continue with my life long plan..


With the patience &
strength of the crocodile,
I ambush & clamp down on
my oppressors treading unnoticed,
With the devastating roar &
isolation tactics of the tiger,
I accomplish amazingly by my
lonesome while dominating
my foes with unmatched focus..


With the power, speed, &
belligerence of the mantis shrimp,
I hold the fastest punch in the
world & my power equals that of
a rifle bullet which allows me to
take on all comers on earth,
With the majesty &
grace of the argali,
I climb the highest mountains
with the greatest of ease
staying clear of my enemies
& watching over the scenes
til the next generation is birthed..


True originality...
Shows through my personality..
This is my animality..


What animals do you compare to???


Whats your animality???

My pen and I sit and write by the River Thames,
The London Eye clear despite gazing through a haze.
Questions rise, amazed am I, by my silent pen.
Try do I, so why can’t I follow other men?

Mulling now on thoughts and how they form inside the mind.
Do they come with time, or like Holmes must one go find?
Or have I overlooked a simply queer idea?
What if thoughts collect like the staid hands of Leah?

Famous poems, here were born-- but hordes have also died.
All these words go unheard by many bards that tried.
Trapped in Limbo words remain ‘til they recompense—
Freed by one whose work’s undone, still unsure from whence.

Never fret if an idea you ever forget,
For here it remains, at the River Thames, in set.
Waiting to be writ by a pen and hand so kind,
For poets can clean the pollutants of the mind.

These moments of calm reflection,
Undisturbed peace,
Quiet acceptance of all that is to be done

Like the first golden rays of sun
Sweeping the face
Amid gentle summer morning breeze

Like the brief lightening of the
Blueness of the sky
On a grey winter London afternoon

Love gushing into the heart
Soothing, like a spring
Silently flowing away in a deep forest

Makes all this living worth it!