"featherbrained" poems
The upbringing of a person could lead to a frivolous publican.
A brother and sister are both witnessing the featherbrained fool.
This world we live in is a bit bamboozle
Escaping to a state of ecstasy with your purple kaleidoscope why don't we shape the future and use cinnamon soap.
With your undercoats it's an antidote for a hurtful situation
It's like we are burning in ice.
Your a magician but you can't stop stupid.
Adolescents knowing the need to finish yet they are taking over to much to cope.
So now they are discovering, considering, cinnamon soap.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC
What strange memory serves this fate?
Why the silly sheep has lost its way?
In subterranean dungeon lies the secret,
Guarded by the wicked wolf, they say.
The Oracle of the high priest,
Along the testaments of old gods,
Has told the tale of an Apocalypse,
A due judgement against our odds.
The sulfurous land has grew a thorn,
Right in the sane hearts of men,
Like a wildfire in a scorched summer,
The lost sheep led to the lion's den.
Through these seasonal dark days,
The pristine shots of old Bourbon and the sour taste of a lemon squeeze,
Over the pages of a forgotten book,
Were now the ghost under cease.
For this old eyes has seen the waves,
That broke us down like a beach tree,
With nature bells once we played,
Now they became our arch enemy.
Through civilizations we pursued,
Shallow contemporaries and history,
We forged nuclear swords on wooden fields,
And reap the fruits of downhill misery.
We treasured the featherbrained ways to progress,
And recklessly stroke the beam of balance,
For we waged the song of disasters,
To now sing in this sulfurous silence.
As the blue water has turned to air,
The green leaves dyed themselves brown under drought,
The soil poisoned by the radioactive breeze,
And to our miseries, we all laughed, we all laughed.
So won't we plunder the right actions,
Course the way to a changing surface,
The secret of everlasting existence,
Lies in the red flames of the old furnace.
The sheep was rescued by mere chances,
For the lion was not yet born,
For this looming night is still to come,
As the world hangs on that silly thorn.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
All of us, when young, gaze onto this field
Anxiously. At twenty-four-years old
We stand here feeling unbearably cold,
Unsure of everything, not quite steeled.
No man knows whence this vision descends;
Still, it shepherds us mysteriously
Toward glum perplexion. Now the one tree
That's always here presumably bends;
And with that, it's gone. Then begins our work:
Featherbrained nonsense we wish to shirk;
Then our duties: obligatory crap
Surveilling like a wiretap.
Then it's back, and it's sharp— almost a knife!—
And it's familiar...it's...it's life.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
first gasp of air
wide-eyed shock, then-
the melancholy wail of a newborn
pierces through the air
and so words tumble out of my pen
confused and scattered, leaves in the autumn wind
like the first steps of a toddler, eager, but
punctuated with falls
yet it comes alive to the uneven beat
of the clumsy dance he pats out with his feet
how featherbrained, how ungraceful!
but he grows up to sit by a bubbling brook
a pensive statue,
while sunlight weaves a pretty pattern
through the wispy fronds of a willow:
a feathery net of gold that kisses his cheeks
and dapples across the gurgling brook
and i hope these words
will grace his ears in melodious harmony
with the sigh of the breeze.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 3:47 AM UTC
This is my tale you see,
The one all about me.
I never used to be insane,
I was actually quite plain.
Too many times my heart was broken,
I never was very outspoken.
I used to sit inside my mind,
"True love," I thought “I’ll never find.”
So I went for a walk,
To myself I did talk.
As I walked around,
I saw something on the ground.
It was a hat you see,
I placed it on my head; It fit perfectly.
So I continued my jaunt,
My hat people did taunt.
So I went up a hill,
Under a shade tree I did chill.
There I saw a hole,
To big to be dug by a mole.
So I climbed inside,
I began to slide.
When I landed I asked where did I stand,
A voice said, “This is Wonderland.”
I did not know who,
A cat appeared out of the blue.
I started to scream,
But he said, “I’m on your team.”
After I calmed down,
He asked, “Why do you frown?”
“Its my life you see,”
I said, “All my loved ones flee.”
The cat and I did walk,
And still we did talk.
We came upon a palace,
Its look was one of malice.
The gates were barred,
The floor was tarred.
But still we crossed the threshold,
Then by a card I was told,
“This is the home of the Queen of Hearts,
Turn away if you have the smarts.”
Still I made haste to the throne,
Wishing to pick a bone.
She sat in her red robe,
Me her eyes did probe.
They picked right through my brain,
This is what drove me insane.
I forgot who I was,
I woke up looking at the cats jaws.
His smile was no more,
He asked, “Who is your amour?”
Love I had forgot,
With torment my mind was wrought.
I closed my eyes and tried to think,
But I couldn’t find the link.
To love I was blinded,
No longer my heart I minded.
This is how I found I was mad,
But I couldn’t help be glad.
My heart no longer pained,
But I was now featherbrained.
My thoughts did race,
And disappeared without a trace.
That is when I found March Hare,
He and I were quite the pair.
Between us we had half a mind,
Neither one true love could find.
He had also seen the Queen,
Who wiped his mind clean.
We sat to drink tea,
He missed the cup with glee.
Years passed by,
I learned magic quite sly.
I saw White Rabbit walking,
To him I started talking.
He mentioned a girl in Wonderland,
Little did I know it all was planned.
Right from this new start,
I felt feeling back in my heart.
Later that day my eyes got a treat,
I saw Alice; oh so sweet.
My heart skipped a beat,
That was some feat.
Never before had I felt like this,
My madness had turned to bliss.
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC