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  Nov 2016 wichitarick
betterdays
the cicada's have begun to emerge
after seventeen long years as a dormant miner

they arise, pushing through seveteen years of dust
and compounded muclch, breaking out into a brave new world

and for seventy two hours, if they are lucky
they seek to mate, to consumate  to extend their species

some become garish decorations on truck windscreens
some become exhibits in a small boys jam jar zoo
some become waylaid and sing their cacophonial opus
on barren concrete patio's
some become Sunday dinners to peckish nestlings

some succeed gloriously, then die happy
some don't...succeed...and die wondering

but apparently seventeen years ago...
a lot succeded...
if the booming base opera being performed
is a gauge of the primeval drive of the cicada

it is summer eve in the burbs
and the living is..... noisy....
wichitarick Nov 2016
Simple symbols start with fingers ,acknowledging that O for O.K.


Standing on flat ground we are still revolving ,spinning ,spinning around



Always coming to a point,a new sign to align ,even when hidden by smoke


Trains of thought, traveling tracks or trails to elsewhere always  with no bounds


Throwing spears,hurling javelins,cursors for the mystery they invoke


Ways to go ,directions to follow ,up down ,singing out with the sounds


Mimes mimicking leave us spellbound,trains crossing ,always outbound not to revoke



Round eyes noting rings encompassing other planets ,far away with all it endows


Going out ,coming in, enter,or exit following as a guide .always a way to simply take a walk


Path for a task, forward or reverse or four way to parallel or perfection  in neat rows


Taken in stride unknowingly we abide ,even ideas follow in line,off center we balk


Beacon as a guide,taken to heart our claim to fame is how we follow the aim

see the arrow with a mind that is not narrow and maybe realize the way it flows

R.C.
Have had this thought for a long time ,always a direction to go , some simple some life changing ,as in UP OR DOWN ? around the world outward,inward, even down the the cursor or pointing a remote:)  with that open a thought I  do feel it could have came out deeper? never sure,any thoughts are truly appreciated,thanks for reading . Rick
  Nov 2016 wichitarick
phil roberts
Hello
It's me again
It's the early hours and I'm slightly drunk
And it's me again

He has the sins of his mind
Which keep him warm inside
Amidst the weary and the wasted
Such warmth keeps him alive

Restless
I've always been restless
I hate to move yet I can't sit still
Hours are endless

There is a thrush inside his head
An agony of wings
Panic beaten thrashing
A cage of singing things

Anxious
Still always anxious
Even though I've slowed right down
This edge is ageless

Laying low and watching
A million sub-plots hatching
Paranoid and paranormal
He scatters to survive

                                     By Phil Roberts
Another old one but, probably my personal favourite.
  Nov 2016 wichitarick
ARI
Anxiety has an army
She's marching through my head.
She's twisting up my body
I swear she wants me dead

She's climbing down my throat;
She's wrapped around my spine.
She whispers in my ear
"Your souls forever mine"

Anxiety has a song
Of harsh and dreadful laughter.
A voice that tells your story
As unhappily ever after.

She'll rock your broken mind
Until all you do is sleep.
She'll dig her nails into your head
For your joys she craves to reap.

ARI
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