there is a walk we all must take although the time be yet unknown, besides the luminescent sea; a place we all must walk alone as chilly turns the living soul into the place the story ends — the family we leave behind, the tales, the struggles, and the friends who look for us, but … Continue reading "one too many"
The angry, unsearchable ocean – timeless Winds blowing a gale – unimaginable power generation And two of us, mere humanity, passing by Talking about football
i see it as i wander by...
The few, short hours that we get To sit upon the dying grass, The days of sunlight soon to fade, As they, like we, are born to pass – Habitual endearing of Those close enough to plunder — And this, we’ve come to glorify; It sort of makes you wonder A song this morning played, … Continue reading "Spent Manic Blossoms"
I have no idea what I just wrote...
I wandered into poetry Since little else made sense; For all the clots and retinues Grew steadily more dense – But here, in this reality, I’ve found it to be true That where our finest speech does naught, The slightest touch Might do (“I Wandered Into Poetry” – 7-17-2015)
I'm guessing a lot of people have felt this way.
how strange the moments are that lead to lies -- those parts we don't acknowledge, or discuss -- or how our fantasies can play us false, or why we think that dynamite will not explode on us
In destiny, desire’s drone; The dalliance dreamed daily of — To long for what we cannot have, But have instead The things we will not Love