Month: February 2014

Bubble Heads

Driving down the road one day,
I stopped to see what was the fray.
People fighting left and right,
Even daring to take a bite!

Blood was pouring everywhere.
Cuts and bruises, I declare!
Throwing each other to the ground,
Then proceeding to pound and pound

Each other’s face, then the belly.
I was shocked, and said, “Whoa, Nelly!”
Beating each other to a pulp
Made me sad, so I began to sulk.

I sat back and shook my head.
I can’t believe this, so I said.
Why must people be at war,
And seem to beg for even more?

Though it really makes no sense,
I had to sit upon the fence.
I didn’t want to get involved,
Or try to come up with a way to solve

People’s differences are galore.
Sometimes their whisper becomes a roar.
It’s hard to know which way to go.
The stubborn fools must start a row.

So it seems it has always been.
Guess that’s why they say we sin.
Always looking for some trouble.
Then we hide inside our bubble.

Huh?

Howdy, Cuz, where ya been?
I’ve been right here without you.
How do you feel
When things go your way?

Sometimes I like to pray.
Sometimes I decide just to stay
Home with my wife.
What did you do today?

I creamed an innocent bystander
That was crossing the road
In front of me.
How was your morning?

Nothing exciting
Happened to me lately.
How about you?
I’m just as gay as I am everyday.

Sometimes I wonder,
What makes the moon
Shine so bright?
After all, it’s just a big rock, right?

Yes, I know, sunlight and all that,
But it still is strange,
Don’t you think?
I think so, anyway.

So, go play outside.
Go round up little dogies
And all that, okay?

What is the password
For something sneaky?
What is your solution
To world poverty?

Something original,
Something neat.
Something good for you,
Maybe even something sweet.

So, what would you like to say
To all our viewers out there
who wonder why
The rain falls so softly?

Why do I get drenched
When I run swiftly
Through the rain?

How many times do I have to tell you?
There is no free ride in this world!
When I was your age we watched tv,
Ate hot dogs and potato chips

And fought constantly.
What’s in your wallet?
I definitely feel like I
Won’t be spending

All night at the Late Night Library.

Circles of Insanity

Softly sleeping in the folds
Of silky swabs on the deck
Of a sailing ship,

Echoes of rhythmic pounding
Drive through my aching temples.
Who is the captain of this roguish craft?

Who gave the orders to
Run a rampage through the hearts
Of innocents, to cast a dark shadow
On the wretched faces of children?

Only somber tones can soothe
The memory of that castigation.
Only blood can satiate
The appetite of such hungry wolves.

Who would be so uncouth
As to disturb the peace and order
Of a simple man and his wife
Dining in the privacy of their home?

Who would be so rebellious
As to eat the flesh of a sacred cow,
Such as one that hovers nearby
A holy temple?

Only the whispers of a lovely pixie,
Dizzily dancing round and round
A bonfire in the depths of the
Ancient forest can come close

To enchanting this unworthy
Troll that casts a horrible stench
Across these pristine hills.
What is worth her ritual?

Who can begin to imagine
What demons lurk behind
Jagged rocks and at the bottom
Of such abysmal pits?

Who is willing to march across
Abandoned cities, pillaged
To the extreme, sacrificed to
The appetite of barbarous dogs?

How can one come to grips
With the secret blessings that hide
In the recesses of one’s mind,
Accessed solely by nymphs,

Loathed even by the heartiest of
Gargoyles, cursed with the shame
Of encountering the reflection
Of their offspring’s soul?

How I weep at the glimpse
Of my only morsel of redemption,
Hiding in this minuscule kernel
Of truth, buried underneath

Millions of centuries of lies, rumors,
Tales and sweeping romantic
Reunions between lonely
Peasants, clinging to hope,

Ready to die at the first symbol
Of heavenly, cascading rivers of light!
“To be young again!” they scream.
To be free of this overwhelming

Nightmare, to escape the tortuous
Gaze of the wild doe, caught in a trap
Of spikes and razor blades.
Lost is the promise of deliverance,

Once again.

Yesterday

Happy, clinging,
Jumping, screaming;
Living, dreaming,
Hoping, scheming…

If you like,
We could be a tribe.
If you want,
You could take a bribe.

Lonely, sinning,
Losing, winning;
Sometimes the cookie
Crumbles softly…

Sometimes there’s
No silver lining.
Sometimes the dice
Roll my way.

If only, if only…

If only there was
One more day.
If only I had
One more dollar.

Can you hear me holler
From the end of this
Rainbow?
No pot of gold here!

An angel face
Is just around
The corner store
In Santa town.

A bride is waiting
In the wings
For that day
You’ve been waiting for.

Holy oaths
Will be sworn
Today, but
Yesterday

Was a different story…

If only you knew.

You

Sitting here,
As thoughts drift
Through my tired mind,

Thoughts of you.

I know you don’t realize
What a blessing you are
To so many around you.

I know you have no idea
How special you are.
But you are very special.

I would not choose
To spend my life
With anyone but you.

My life is forever changed
By having you in it.

I have strength
To make it through
The hard times

Because of you.

The good times
Are so much better
Because you are with me.

I hope one day,
You understand
What a wonderful person

You are to me.

You

Sitting here,
As thoughts drift
Through my tired mind,

Thoughts of you.

I know you don’t realize
What a blessing you are
To so many around you.

I know you have no idea
How special you are.
But you are very special.

I would not choose
To spend my life
With anyone but you.

My life is forever changed
By having you in it.

I have strength
To make it through
The hard times

Because of you.

The good times
Are so much better
Because you are with me.

I hope one day,
You understand
What a wonderful person

You are to me.

UFOs (part 3)

(Continued from part 2…)

Her thoughts were somehow
Being transferred to my mind.
The creature had a gift:
Telepathy.

But I had just seen that this
Was a sensitive situation.
She had most likely killed,
Then eaten, a human being.

She was a threat, I thought.
But she was not trying to
Kill me. Instead she was
Chosing to communicate–Why?

I just couldn’t make sense of
This awkward predicament.
As I was wrestling with the
Decision of what to do next,

She spoke again:
“What is your name, young one?”
“My name is Christopher,” I said.
“My friends call me Chris.”

“Nice to meet you, Chris.
“My name is Tanara.
“I am from the city of
Machooby, on the planet called

Rithfoci.
It is many light years from
This planet, in fact, it is in
A different galaxy.”

“Wow!” I said. How did you
Get here? And why did you
Kill that person, and eat them,
And feed them to your babies?

We had to travel for a very
Long time to get here, and
We had nothing to eat.
The other human was trying to

Attack my babies.
He caught them in a net,
And he probably would have
Either sold them into

Slavery for a menagerie,
Or killed them and eaten them.
I had to fight him when
He captured them.

I tried to talk peaceably to him,
But he would not listen to reason.
He would not talk to me, but chose
To fight me to the death instead.

After I killed him, I hated to let
the meat go to waste,
or to the birds, or
The hyenas, or the worms.

He was quite tasty,
Although I have never eaten
Human before, so I have
nothing to compare him to.

On my planet we mostly eat
What you would call
Fruits and vegetables.
They are very nutritious,

Although I sometimes yearn
For something else to tickle
My fancy. You better watch out,
I may get a “hankering” for you!

“Well, that’s good to know.
At least I know where you stand,”
I said.