So much to be said and done, Your weakness bares no more here. You must shed it, There is no choice. The spirit of freedom may be another poetic cliche but mind will forever be its own self and its words, lost in time.
Pass such idle hours in drawn out lonely haste, Lost in struggle and in such place. Tinted with such ambience of not, Touched with the exclusion of such lot. In the bleak, and the humble, of sound. 10/29/10
The Name, The name, For the love of truth and god, give the word give the name. Share its voice, Now be so stated in your chance, in your guard. and be regarded as what you are. 1/18/11
Still you be at rest, in this moment and to thine own. Still be thy spirit, Still be thy feet. It is time to not be at that which is time. Love thy lustful heartbeat, Prepare, thy time shall come. Smile, Smile and still thine own. 9/28/10
Such Faces Beyond Faces, Such Sound beyond Sound, Such sight beyond sight, Such fair beyond Fair, Such matters of trifle, Cliche, weary, and hollow do lose their promise. But in time… in time… All in good time.
Praise New Hours, a ticking clock to the foreign loss and familiar social pressure on a 21st century turn. Broken and fixed broken and fixed, upon repeated more beats and thoughts and proof of provocation of those of the past idiocratic splendor. Fortunes feedback undue splendor placed on self fear, hatred and robbery. CastContinue reading “The All too True Change of Marker”
By the night that does pass again, go again, And forward. Do look at this, Do look at and look again, Bust and portrait and so and so with some compliment to the unworthy. Some mile high mark of undeserved and of the thing named ego. This ode and ballad, This tangent of the stageContinue reading “What Idea is Love?”
A breach, now which many actual available incoherent blank spots an twindeling sodden nature. Well Lust Well portioned Well music and sordid fall and another obsession. Another obsession, another trite matter? Dare I ask and repeat. Nay, NAY I say fault by a many a mature fortune. Lost muck and rake, and pollution of a selfContinue reading “Dare I ask and Repeat”
Sit now and humor another trip and lack of sync. Another ball of wayward words and finished concepts, Of both the joy and the road that is behind. So only measured by your fellow man. What hidden smile? What constance of any question? Well rounded in the serpent and the cycles both. So it isContinue reading “A Very Long Title for a Relatively Short Poem”
Peaceful mockeries, disdainful sin All the things that come from within. Signs of Red, Blue, and White Orange and Green and the Yellow of Light. A big horizon in a tie dye sight, A battle, A war, a roue, a fight A chance to highlight the might. Tasty foods, sweet Wines, and shiny Jewels AContinue reading “The Cliche Sweet Goodnight”
It all makes sense It doesn’t make sense For soon they’ll run its course. It all makes sense It doesn’t make sense And soon they’ll be no more. All that is knowing, We can all lay to rest. When all is said and done, that’s truly what’s best.
What Joy I see It was a moment of ecstasy. Now that moment has come to pass Lay by side with your Bonnie lass. It is where we all came from, Came and gone at last, So now we rest After the same song and Dance.
Praise new hours, a ticking clock to the foreign loss and familiar social pressure on a 21st century turn. Broken and fixed, broken and fixed, upon the repeated more beats and thoughts and proof of provocation of those of the past idiocratic splendor. Fortune’s feed back, undue splendor placed onContinue reading “As It Is, As It Was”