"craterous" poems
the rain has come
finally
first in thunderous
clould burst
big fat pregnant drops landing
labouriously on
the dessicated dirt
leaving craterous footprints
as evidence of a
glorious dance
more fall to the cloud's internal beat
a steady rhythmic fall
into the mudpit dancehall
that once was dry dusty street
the rain has lessened
now wavering
between drizzle and mist stragglers late,
to raindance fall ball.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
This place seemed strange
like home never was
nothing more than
a halfway house
caught between dimensions
a cell to open your eyes
to this lucid nightmare called reality
hopelessly lost
without the slightest hint
of a cause
as to why
the ground is pockmarked
with craterous scars
as the foliage falls
bled dry for another shopping mall
but all is well
in the fertile lands
of the democratically free
even if its democracy at the end of a gun
jobs are on the rise
the army needs boots on the ground
paid for from the taxpayers purse
of course
the night is dark and full of terrors
so you better pick a side
after all
it's not like terrorism
was figmented in the imagination
as just another means of control
while freedom hangs overhead
like the illusion of a carrot
as the donkey
desperately avoids the stick
consuming the soil
for capitalistic gain
apathetic to plight
empty..
nothing more than a synthetic mess
a big mac wrapper
thankful the global elite
cares enough to feed the drones
marching conformingly
to the drummers beat
when did the darkness burn so bright
while everyone sits idly as the light fades
why did no one intervene
who cared to know
what happened here
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
You challenge me to stretch
my mind like taffy,
so it only gets sweeter,
and stronger ,
allowing me to flex
my literary muscles.
Taking normal words
to another level;
from the sea floor,
to the beach,
to Mount Everest's tip,
To as far as the Earth's gravitational field.
Then I'll drop you back,
to your reality.
Away from images,
that can take you as far as the moon,
with it's craterous surface calling to you.
Be that as is may,
you can visit me again
and we will take a tour,
of another new land,
or experience.
Are you ready?
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 5:29 AM UTC
i dream of times away
climbing up to the craterous place
where life simply washes away
and in your keep is plainly self,
there is no pronouns or health felt.
only wind, earth, fire
consuming all the heart’s desire.
people and things are not found here,
simply a body soaked in a bay’s tear
where grooves of luminous chocolate bark
protects the body’s ivory form
from never being harmed.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
Beautifully white
The snow falls tonight
Upon the mountains and trees
Serenity is what I see
In the deep craterous tracks
Left behind by people
From the cold they become feeble
In this divinity
A fact
Inside a wondrous eternity
Now I can see
The visions and the thoughts
All pettiness lost
Yes I know
How one can change
Amongst the perfect white snow
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 1:21 AM UTC
Craterous deep
I worry about your sanity
How many got it wrong to the one who got it right?
The sun rises early
There is no mind
It just bugs a little because night is so sumblime
I can see maybe 126 different points of existance
And have them twinkle twist with a thousand years
They hold their presence with confidence befit a head of state
Royal rocks of alienate
It is day and now I must jump into the stream
Put on my overalls and cross -pollenate with the hive
And drop a pebbled throw into the blanket of thought
Spark quick and be forgot
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 7:24 PM UTC
Certain songs keep playing in my head,
reassuring my mind I'm alive, not dead.
Doesn't make it any easier,
for the lyrics, they make me that much queasier.
The bass keeps my heart pumping,
the lyrics speaks to the soul...
and maybe if I fix these issues
I would be more than a great craterous hole.
The songs of misunderstandings and ire,
of running away and fire,
natural disasters and lives of the tired.
At least someone has been here before,
on their own path past the unknown,
please let this break be more than bones,
she can't take her own cast stones~
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC