I find a nice park bench to rest for a moment, While the ambience of the city roars all around me. Here in the shade, near a busy playground, My mind goes idle, and I open my treat. The soft brown cube disappears in my mouth: The warm, buttery sweetness of creamy, melted caramel. My [ Read More ]
I imagine the Cosmos, infinite and remote. I reflect on our sun, the perfect planetary host. I consider our world, the pale blue home of the Earthlings, I think of this forest, and of this path I tread. Intentionally lost among Appalachian giants, I wander a chaotic, forkful path. Willfully losing myself in the grandeur, [ Read More ]
One sock, two sock, Red sock, blue sock. What the hell? That’s not a pair. Shorts, shirts, pants and underwear. After work on my neighbor’s Sabbath Is my time to unwind and relax my mind. I stretch and I fold, I smooth and I sort, I bring order to the bedlam. The only thing…to interrupt [ Read More ]
Today in the park, I watched the denizens of my town, Going about their business, about their day. I noticed a massive woman scolds her minuscule daughter. Her voice was firm and serious, but clearly full of love. Then later, a man with gold chains barked at his wife, And her posture alluded to unknown [ Read More ]
i have an endless number of names throughout the ages whatever my nom de plume, i am the author of insanity inside the minds throughout all of time and space and now i will vindicate the credenda of sages bringing forth a deadly agent, bred by humanity weed out the weak willed, and restart the [ Read More ]
Here on our island in the middle of the Sea, My ninety-nine siblings and I live as kin. We are raised together as a family Taught only of love, and rarely of sin. We all have one Father and no mother But we know we were made from one. He is the creator of this [ Read More ]
We ride this world, an island of the cosmos Which falls forever towards our sun. We’re perched on the cosmic beach Poised to hold on to one. The jet-black dome is alive with light Ancient energy illuminates the night. The sky is worthy of Heaven, Graced by the upstart Sisters of Seven, With the Hunter, [ Read More ]
Speaking English is not hard Though one could hardly tell. Just walk this nation, from coast to coast And you’ll experience linguist’s Hell. In one place, a metaphor Would make but perfect sense. But then there’s the misunderstanding That makes the mood too tense. When in Rome, speak like Texans It’s possible to start a [ Read More ]
The hunter crouches beside a desolate road Watching as the entourage drives by. He fixates on one vehicle in particular, A pair of diplomat flags demand his attention. The beast’s flat olive armor reflects Nothing, as though the light is being sucked back in. A true social evil rides comfortably inside, Rings inside rings form [ Read More ]
Growing up in this society Tends to erase the variety By restricting your options And forcing conformation People say it’s not okay To do this or do that But somehow, for some reason Its okay to be stupid but not fat. Everything that we say Is subject to fierce scrutiny. And everything that we do [ Read More ]