"brainer" poems
but have you noticed, have you noticed how all mental health problems
stem form a seemingly aether virus that attacks the pronoun category;
i mean with proper justifiable schizoids you will not hear of the nouns
being ransacked for an equation that equates itself to misnomers;
it's all categorised negation of ease within the framework of pronouns.
it's strange that philosophers stress the pronouns so much these days
and those countless prior, but why do mental health diseases
attack the pronouns and not the nouns? they attack the verbs
thoroughly, but prior to the verbs exposing an illness
the pronouns are attacked, so that many considering the singularity
of expressing thought are ill because of being forced into a plural expression
of thought: "voices." i find it hard to understand, but it's the reality,
the aether virus attacks the pronoun
on the backdrop of a king's casual expression / use
of pronouns, when a king casually says
of himself as omni or multi with one and we respectively;
so why are pronouns so weak and nouns so strong
that a tree cannot be a misnomer attaché of timber
and rock not a pillar, or mountain as the verb: mountaineering?
the pronoun category is weak from day one,
because it suggests photographic duck animation on the lip pursed
into a quack quack, but if we constructed thought
without knowledge prior, eating the fruit of knowledge
rather than the fruit of thought, using the starting point
of the genesis metaphor, it's sometimes a no brainer
to have weak thinking and strength in knowing,
for if there was strength in thinking and weakness in knowing,
i'd be the one chiseling these words in the ice age on a cavern wall.
so, given, that diseases such as the famed premature dementia
attack the pronouns but not the nouns the schizoid one
will convene life with: pizza is pizza and sunshine ray down the drain
clock the millionth dead parting of grasshoppers in decimals -
while man unto man lusts one man's parting in decimals,
but should dire said, part man with integers, and insects with decimals!
but still, in the terminology of a cartesian understanding of illness,
in that segregational aspect of things "sorted,"
why are mental illnesses tattooed in a weak pronoun usage
compared to a strength in other grammatical categories?
why are not mental illnesses ******* the life out of the nouns?
the nouns are intact, the pronouns attacked,
and the verbs chess piece the pawn from the casually speaking clown king
into a beast imprisoned, for while the pronouns are attacked
and the nouns left intact, the attack on pronouns expresses itself
fully in verbs of the never existent tact: with such magic
as to claim knock knock on plank is the same as knock knock on veneer.
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 7:58 PM UTC
Rejection, Rejection,
Oh, how that I loathe thee
It seems to me that you are
NOT my cup of tea.
I have tried to fit in
And to get in on the action,
But you just keep coming in;
giving me a bad reaction.
I have applied myself
To many aspects of life,
You came in, ruined it,
And you’ve given me the strife.
From jobs, internships, applications, and auditions
for a chance to act in the theatrical productions,
to contests, competitions, sports games and tryouts
Thanks to you, I’m feeling left out.
I’ve lost the hope, I’ve lost the faith
In any aspect that I put myself into,
You, Rejection, are the cause of all of this
You’ve made me feel sad and blue.
I feel like I’m a loser
And I’ve given up the fight
You’ve kept me in the darkness
I can’t seem to see the light!
I have big dreams and goals
Wanting to be an entertainer;
You just set my dreams and goals aside.
That’s a no-brainer.
I’m depressed and lonely
And it’s all thanks to you!
Rejection, you’ve just made
My nightmares come true!
This is not what my purpose
In life’s supposed to be,
Rejection, please go away!
Please let me be!
I would hide all of my true feelings
From my relatives, colleagues, and friends,
Please stop this, Rejection!
I want it to end!
Rejection, Rejection,
I really hate you!
We’re breaking up and
going our separate ways.
I’m through with you!
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
Met this easy chick that don't **** **** she a no brainer
I said **** my duck and she said "What could be lamer?!"
Defamed, I went home cried and smoked some ******
Watch teletubbies in my ****** like my last name was schiefer
I went to bed and heard a scream
like R.Kelly I peed my sheets
Turns out the ****** was laced some sort of hallucinogen
I'm worried that in my bloods a carcinogen
decided not to worry cause whats the point
We all die so chill and roll a joint
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
I wish my world was in sync with what I am and what I want
but its not nor will it ever be.
To be loved is to be wanted, needed, accepted.
Trust is a no brainer too for those that are true,
too many nights I lie awake wondering what I can do
But the day comes as sleep takes my mind
and in the morning light I find
a woman that wants to be mine.
Forced by the forces of the world to remain the same
I look deep into the back of my mind and once again find
a love that is there but refuses to cross the line.
why can't I have everything I want?
Others do and are content with what they have
because they have what they want.
I wish I was a simple man that wanted simple things
But I'm as simple as a deafening silence.
Oxymoronic with a demonic emotion that remains selfish
yet selfless in all I do.
May my ego be taken from me someday
and on that I shall lay
upon my grave.
My ego is all I am that keeps me moving
and daily it is attacked without regard
I had a belief that I was great at something.
But then I *** to find out
I'm not even great to be looked at.
Here is my ego on display for the world
and here is a man broke and broken.
Jun 9, 2012
Jun 9, 2012 at 3:42 PM UTC
**** you people and your 2D polo's
please use me for to tape down cords
and I will use you for credit.
credibility
I had enough
and I would never take a recommendation
from a polo like you.
but was the credit really worth it or three?
did I need this experience?
knowing the world is gonna **** you is a no brainer
but learning and not being paid is like an underdog
smothered and stomped
you are an intern
and you are unpaid for me...
You know how it feels
but do you know how it starts
those eyes and words.. slowly creep in
or maybe the words don't even show
worst of all those looks linger on after
do something great... ___________
do something wrong- __________fool
don't you know what a bamba mamba is?
I thought I was here to figure out what a bamba mamba was?
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
The one teardrop says to the other;
I am the tears of sorrow, fear, and anger.
I make every person that feels me
burn with anguish, because I take ego to rest.
I claim to make it better when my tear
is forced with all that fear.
But then I cross paths with laughter, joy, and love;
and wow...I get freaked out!
I love one thing;
I love to argue, be indifferent;
it makes my eyes water every time they see me.
There is no winning or losing with me;
you have to deal with my hard feelings;
oh yes, there is no feeling left after me.
I can even break hearts
because that is what I do.
But then I do not know why no one wants me;
but I keep doing what I see best;
it is like a no brainer with no brains.
I am a difficult teardrop to deal with,
because you do not know why
my eyes are so hurt.
These teardrops will flood the soul
to a deep infernal pain of anguish if you met me.
Then down the flooded river of those dark brown eyes;
I can see the laughter, joy, and love.
Those teardrops said nothing;
they could not argue with me;
they just kept moving,
But then I realized that no matter
where I go, those teardrops were going
down the same path.
Why are those beautiful teardrops following me?
This is not making no sense;
Two opposite tears for the same reason going
down the same projected path.
Why do you pick me?
Why do I deserve your love?
What did I do to deserve your love?
I love to fight, argue, and be unpredictable;
you love to be quiet, peaceful, and live the dream;
I have no dream to live.
What is there about me that you like?
And for some reason I cannot fight your tears;
you make me drain with pain;
you make me broken in my flood;
and you mix with my tears to make me beautiful.
The other teardrop stops;
it melts away the burning desire of pain.
Molds me into something I am not;
how the hell do you do that?
I am a teardrop of fear and anger!
How did you know to make me whole?
the second teardrop says,
"You were once me, and I felt you before,
but I chose to make myself whole, again."
Do you want my love?
Mix with me, let me feel you;
I will let you in my pool of
love, peace, and understanding.
You will find yourself at peace;
you will never want to leave me;
that is when I know I found the one.
You do not need to worry;
you do not need to fear love;
love is gentle; love is kind;
You do not have to fear me;
you know you want me,
because it is me that makes you shine.
Why worry about finding the one?
Why worry about the future?
Here I am; I've been here all along;
you just never accepted me.
Yes, I shed my tears in comfort that
You will find me;
You have found me;
No more hate, anger, or ego.
You have me; you need me;
You want me; I am the one.
Get over here, take me in;
your heart is manifesting into
my own desire;
opposites do attract;
I have been fighting this long;
I mind as well sleep in your tears.
I have a big surprise for you;
do you remember that third teardrop;
the teardrop of the predicament;
life choices, intercession, and destiny.
Well, that teardrop is what made us transparent;
and I want to be with you,
because like you never had my tears;
I never had your tears.
Do I want your tears?
No, but it is your tears with mine
that helps heal the others in this pool;
and together we can be a team;
a team for love and hate;
and how the two really make a balance.
You love hate; I love peace;
but together we can be in peace with our love.
Your flaws are my own;
There are only two tear drops in our soul.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 10:18 PM UTC
Fusing the concepts of diction with the;
roll of a puuuup: ill container
no brainer; the new name
for all,, club bangers
the flocking flamers,
claiming they flow rain sick,
fake **** time to face it
like similes to basic
subject matter could use a face lift
I straight rip, jill jacking me off,
cant touch these bars, leading to E.R.
cough, cough; Hot sauce her eye, then fry
that back side, spliff lit
A big hit; leaves dome split
thoughts. . . drift
To higher places; perceive the cloudy spaces
between the jaded hate spit
peaceful protest; GRAVITY.. replace it
Aliteration altered asinine assumptions
Rhetoric to run with; supplying the dumb-shits
my cognition is "meta" there "fore";
fairest way is hitt'n
Needing a "fix"; I pop "pre"-scription
Sacred living's indifferent; no know's of his vision
Firing blindly; we're inquisitive middlemen
signing contracts binding
booking assurance of purpose
vexing questions perplex the messes
milk spilt are peoples guesses
nose tilt; angling obtuse,
obese, feeding upon, the bottom line
Most zealous of swine;
hideous and hateful, unable, ungrateful
better off as bacon plateful
The line is fine; The shade is grey
I'll ironically state,
suggestions to negate
your fate upon another's baseless psalms
or petty predictions of living on your palms
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 4:22 PM UTC
I have always contemplated the purposes
of Mother Nature during nights
I couldn’t sleep due to her tears and screams
escaping the blooming clouds. I cannot grasp
how such a series of complex events could be summed up
all under a single name
and a single purpose,
but I have never had much faith in anything extraterrestrial.
I don’t mean to be cruel or depressing,
but truth is, I have always wanted to understand
how anything could have color when it was destined
to decay into the gray ground
with the unrealized hope of benefiting
future generations. Evolution is such an amazing thing,
but I believe Mother has
made mistakes in the goal towards an everlasting planet,
one that could or could not be alone
in its livelihood among the ever expanding space
of filling emptiness. Simple animalistic characteristics
could have been enough for the world to sustain itself,
and she could have flourished beyond every imaginable garden,
meadow, and dune we dream about, but as we know well,
sustaining only satisfies sadness. I think, for the first time in the universes,
this unattainable event under a single existing name
craved for something more than the “same thing”.
Somehow, and in some crippling way,
she changed the predictable process of change
to create something that would demonize the
innocence of this planet. Scientists always electrify the fact that
Darwin said natural selection is supposed to
allow beneficial characteristics in a species
to take precedent over others,
but has anyone considered the
evolution of self-awareness? I contemplate
this question often long into the nights and
sometimes until the weary sun cleans the black sky of its worries.
I try to ask the monsters under my bed,
the insecurities biting at the edges of my head,
the anxieties pounding at my torso,
and the disorders plaguing my lungs into peril for
suggestive phrases and clicks,
but I cannot get a straight answer because they themselves are
creations of this awareness. I wonder about this
evolutionary characteristic, and I wonder if maybe someday the future generations
will ever be able to escape the horrific results of this
survival technique. I pray that the planet turns in our favor
and allows Mother to be happy again.
I’m not sure this will ever happen, however,
because maybe even the single
most powerful existence we will ever be able to prove is real,
has its demons too.
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
when your spirit dims this light polluted sky,
my soul will be a floodlight through every gloom
as the seasons change.
whilst the world echoes my heartbeat,
it will be spring again
and your pulse will study the pleasant -
variations of these waves.
the node in the tree where leaves had fallen from
is testimony of the many summers i fell for you -
i never needed reasons to stay,
we forgot what winter felt like
and love was our blanket for every single day.
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 6:11 AM UTC
Go with the flow
till you hit that status quo.
No brainer just remainders
of ill-advised blunders.
Of new life and lewd thought
our best efforts for naught.
This new decade lies empty
of waste there is plenty.
So much to discover
in the arms of another.
Loneliness runs rampant
an old youth lies penitent.
Wishing for the stars
indebted to the bars.
No faith in a system
just divine intervention.
Two lines smothering one another
is this what we’ve become?
In this age of impure saturation
has a course of purity already been run?
Teenage angst squatting on new life
no excuse for self imposed strife.
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 3:28 AM UTC
Faithful, loyal
so I dont even frown when she wants to share my spoils
we wrapped together coils
vent our frustrations in the heat of the moment..boil
and we grow collectively, happiness is fertilized..soil
good girls come one outta dozen
I mean you a dime but I'm searchin for the diamond under the roughest
Treasure discovered, gotta cuff it, before someone notices...busted
Adore you even if you were disabled..crutches
Shower you in your desire til you exhausted..like enough is, enough its, enough then
We conjointly, as one, mutually, collaberately are in unision
heart shaped footprints invade the trail we left behind
romantically they were found side by side
like notes that synchronically rhyme
or soda mixed with lemon lime, obey your thirst...sprite
hugs on latex...tight
she gasped at the blue box I presented..love it or like?
She showed me which it was that night
leading me to believe I love her...and everything she do I like
you thinkin her vagina's the best...but she's lovin my pipe
we burned some calories do I make myself Crystal Clear...light
Always askin for facetime...skype
so many emotions she's conformed me into a writer...type
outside voices doubting, but we stay hand in hand...spite
kisses that give butterflies, our bodies aviate...flight
My eternal future..wife
Keep the good times rolling...no strife
When it comes to leaving her there's no maybe or might
or baby i'll be back when the sun is in sight
its a no brainer..no subliminal fight
like why would i have left..when you turned me on, right?
©:Khyyom Harris September 2011
Sep 14, 2011
Sep 14, 2011 at 2:48 PM UTC
Even to this day, I still think about the times,
That i held you in my arms and I looked you in the eyes.
Many seasons passed, still I keep you in my heart,
Losing you was stupid but we both played each our part.
Many nights, I wake up, panting, break out in a sweat,
Your smiling face and gorgeous eyes, now how could I forget?
Remember back, when we first met, you'd come find me at work?
I couldn't tell but later knew, we'd both flirt back and forth.
And honestly, i was surprised, a girl like you liked me??
That's when i stopped and thought about what you and me might be.
Took me a minute but soon I got a name and seven digits,
And promised you that I would call as soon as work was finished.
We'd conversate and contemplate, things were going great.
Your voice alone was soothing but now im thinkin 'wait'
Could this be a dream? I put those thoughts way back in mind.
When you'd speak to me, I would lose all track of time.
Seconds turned to hours, hours into days.
For now the time was ours, so lets not let it waste.
I was convinced as time went on, I knew you were the one.
You were my life, my everything, my star, you were my sun.
We were both king and queen, together, we would rule
You could grade our love on every subject in school.
Cuz I really loved her, her and all her crazy ways.
Our chemistry was perfect and we'd get a perfect A.
History, we aced it, and mathematics, easy.
Cuz one plus one, is one, we knew together that's what we'd be.
English a no-brainer but spanish was kinda harder.
We took phy ed and passed, then we took it a little farther.
I studied every inch of her, it was my favorite class.
She'd test me every day and every single day i'd pass.
She was the one, even a blind man could see.
Alone I am one half, she's the other part of me...
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 4:46 PM UTC
I've got this poem, it's most astounding.
It's big and juicy like the best grilled steak.
I've pushed the publish, more times than i'd liked.
This sites full of holes, imperfections like freaks.
Unlike yours this one is defined.
It didn't need self diagnosis or shrink on retainer.
For this poem was just too immense.
A fix for this would be a no-brainer.
Full of imagery not fit for your eyes.
This gateway it did not fit.
A warning for all freaks.
502 - Its really really ****
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
Friend zoned
dethroned
no more primrose
visions of a future untold
so you complain
she always goes for the ones with no brain
well it's a no brainer
you have to save her
right?
no wrong
this isn't some bull **** love song
and you don't get to win the girl every time
by being the sensitive sort of guy
there has to be something in your *****
which give you courage to make the calls
the choices you've avoided
which would have let you down her halls,
but you never did
the friendship
was just too **** perfect
to try and evolve
so now you devolve
into beer whiskey and ****
oh aren't you such a knight
atop your noble steed?
you won't succeed
until you put the feeling
that your wheeling and dealing
will somehow strengthen some glass ceiling
but you complain
and ***** and moan
and say
"It's not fair, I'm in the friend zone."
when really it was you
who didn't own up to
all the things you were supposed to do
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
Every time I’m alone
I get the overwhelming urge to write more poems.
The creative vibe adds to this experience of joyous content.
The contemplations of life
I do not lament.
I let my spiritual intelligence
fill my heart with the math of love.
This extends far beyond the physical hug.
Jul 18, 2024
Jul 18, 2024 at 8:27 AM UTC
Carol of the bells shes the lady
in her arm chair twinkles
Any state jeweled fair
Prayers of garland birds
Zip it Zircon pardon me
December remember the stone
Triumph tanzanite He's
"Superman Crimsonite"
Debutante Peacock turquoise
Applause noise and noise
"Princess Owl State Fair"
Violin ballantine clock
Her heart key silent night lock
The artist ceilng sings
"Cheeks divine she blushes
Silk fine print brushes"
Pointsetta ruby wings
"Thomas Kincade" walls
Light the promenade
Princess gown wanderlust
Power pride sleigh ride
Eyes of the owl lady stunner
Plays royalty no brainer
"Princess Owl" tree topper
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 7:59 AM UTC
With regard to this grieving process…
how is this supposed work…?
is it okay to be sad for me…
but happy for her…
cuz Cancer
(with a capital “C”
outta respect)
is a low-down cruel *****
But she gave that low-down cruel *****
A run for her money…
A hellava fight…
And now her race is run…
And it’s a win/win …
Or maybe it’s a no brainer…
And I’m sure that there is at least one more cliché that I can use here
But **** it…
It’ll hafta come to me later…
Cuz my skin itches…
and I keep looking over my shoulder…
feeling as if someone is there…
Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 4:36 AM UTC
We don’t need these unclean
Feelings are nothing
Any more, they’ll just bore a hole in me
Thinking we need to be
So happy, never gonna last
All you ask ends up in the trash
“All people are different” you say bluntly
Look at “Needing” and “Wanting” same seven letters
But what if you’re wrong and change it up to be
“We’re human” Whatever works to shut my mouth
Then why not write a book? Words and letters
To define it, definite answers to questions
How to live dealing with lots of things
Like when a boy and a girl want “pure relations”
All of the people crying from all the loneliness in their hearts
All of the people lying that they will understand every part
All of the people truly think that love is a thing we take
No one sees that we haven’t seen at all
No one can save the human race
Yeah we were late to see it’s really not a race
Go with the flow and just give in
You know we think the same ‘cuz changing is a pain
Messy things like emotions creep
Into the wall we call a heart made out of stone
Looking out for a scene like war
So unclean, ***** just keep away from me
Your sad little stories have been getting
Kinda tired, why do you just keep on talking?
They’re poking and joking and when they’re tired
No more happy or laughing, wait what just happened?
We’re worried and judging books by covers
Getting ready, enemy strikes will be coming
No brainer, the danger is in your head
Just tararari tarari tū papparapa
All of the people dying from all the greediness in their hearts
All of the people buying just to throw away every part
All of the people break and buy new love that’ll never last
“Can’t you see I need you or I’m alone”
Who can say, it ain’t that way
Yeah we all know egos are taking up the space
I don’t know, it may be true
Don’t wanna see the clean me dyed in ***** paint
Cool my brain and turn away
Don’t wanna look to see the mean hypocrisy
Why not cry until I’m fine?
Don’t wanna touch you please, just keep away from me
Pouring like a dream is the night overhead
Glowing ever hoping is morning again
Facing up ahead like you really don’t dread
“No wait. Stop pushing yourself to the edge.”
No one ever will treat me that way
Crying even dying a little each day
Thinking over again and again
Yeah I think I need it to all be clean
No I'm sure, can’t take seeing any more
No one can save the human race
Yeah we were late to see it’s really not a race
Drown in the flow of big ego
No way to take a breather if you cannot swim
Everyone knows, since long ago
We've been a selfish race with nothing more to show
Shutting my mouth, I’ll quit for now
I don’t know, ya know? This is bye bye
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
And that is your niche I told her.
Finding all things lost.
If I were to swallow ten thousand puzzle pieces.
Each belonging to a different size.
A different color.
No matter how I hide them.
I have perfect faith that you will find each piece.
That's just what you do.
There is no hiding any part of me.
With the slightest look.
The slightest word.
You immediately know what's on my mind
and I love it.
Arranging my every thought to where you see best.
It's really a no brainer
Finding where I belong
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 11:37 AM UTC
I don't care,
I'M A LIER
I can't care
Not about who or about what
Just when and where
Lurking like a jump scare
Stimulating neck hair
Never taught to prepare
Never thought I'd get here
Stuck in my own layer
Of an inception daymare
Not much darker after the lackluster transfer to nightmare
It just goes to show the **** show goes on long past forever
A morbid trend setter
Left wishing I was a quitter
I'M A LIER
No need to wish, it's a clear no brainer
And wicked obvious, at least from what I remember
Though I know I don't remember a lot but whatever
©2024
May 2, 2024
May 2, 2024 at 2:26 PM UTC
I would like to take you out on a camping trip,
but the last time that happened it didn't end up too well,
This time let's not invite that other guy.
It sort of bothered me how he was just laying there,
I mean, hello.
Can we have some privacy? Honestly!
That one was a no-brainer, if you were to ask me.
Oh well, anything's better than spending an evening at Dairy Queen.
Or in an abandoned Burger Joint's parking lot.
The benefit of the doubt can go an incredibly ******* long way.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
I am a work of art,
A colorful canvas now shaded gray,
I am suddenly clueless in my own dementia,
Wrinkled paper mache,
Stories to tell but long forgotten,
Faded memories make me smile,
My complex concentration so frustrating,
Everything should be a no brainer but it's not,
Peace of mind is a struggle inside my head,
My visual perception is altered and is watercolored and muted,
Youth was a blunder to me,
I have more wrinkles but fewer doubts,
My fear is my vanity,
Growing old is a privilege, denied by many.
Not I.
I am a classic beauty.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
simply recalling better days before the torment of your perpetual tyranny that scratches at my soul
youre so frumpy mister, i don't know why you think we rely on you for criticisms oh sorry did you think they were optimisms? don't make me laugh. just hush your snarky mouth, your cruel tongue and calm your flashing eyes. take a look at the world around you, it's beautiful i promise, just open your eyes and see it how we do.
what would you rather..
a patchwork daughter full of stochastic emotions that bubbles up frequently in sadness, or one that's stony faced and glaring trying so hard not to snap out or yank off her marble facade?
it's a no brainer for you. you're supposed to care, but you don't. SO STOP PRETENDING LIKE YOU DO, I CAN SEE THROUGH YOUR PETTY LIES.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC
Caution taken (lathering
exposed epidermis with sun screen)
against harmful innocuous
rich (Times New Roman)
12 font ask tick sun yet sen sate)
refulgent radiant balm
unequivocal panacea medicinal luxuriant calm
on par with a old
sister wives tale remedy me late mom,
would magically construe
to alleviate home sickness qualm
post pledge initiation invocation befriending
Jason the Argonauts and Major Tom
dizzyingly zipping thru space
in search of the golden fleece,
(which acquisition
ranked as a no brainer)
which recollection, sans above exploit flashed
(at greased lightening speed) this peace
full May afternoon, a pitch perfect spring day,
one adequately oxygenated
air supply crowded house
legendary fete of the rising son momentarily
sol limb lee flared concluding with reverberating
(though decades elapsed
since fortuitous galactic heralded
world wide web panegyric
broadcast cosmos wide),
then with just as quick
memorialized recollection
prominently recalled,
said remembrance as things past
vis a vis denouement across Universe
with **** lifelong (black hole sun hopping)
capping achievement did surcease.
Ah...such blinding realistic provocation sparked
via pure imagination
upon one earthly terrestrial beast
Sunkist soaking raiment sequestered
within corner nook decreased
with onset of dusk, a mind bending
dreamy experience least
expected while nonchalantly fantasies take flight
basking (with robins)
in an angulated nook sky height
upon premises of Highland
Manor Apartment out of sight
from the buzzer (I may as well be
a million miles away),
thus poetic justice end trite.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC