Month: June 2017
Butterfly (from random shapes)
Telling
Post flag tent meandering think stop try
Knowledge tricks quiet believing talent
Behave exchange knave knight telling up
Deep truck need neat beef feed steep tip
Beep peeved switch missed quizzing lisp
A Chance Meeting
Meandering along the colorful road,
I sniff the scent of rosemary leaves
Drifting through the breeze to meet me.
How did you guess that number?
The cook asks you with a puzzled look
On his face. I picked it by random.
Let’s all settle down to a cup of tea
And a warm hearth at our feet.
The clock strikes a heavy blow
To the curfew of many little ones
And those that are only little inside.
Cover my trail with burning incense,
So no one can follow behind me.
I fight off sleep so frantically,
As I doze into a puddle beside the street.
A bite of biscuit clings to my teeth
As I sing a melody out of sync.
Only cocoons hang in between.
So something beautiful awaits
To be born again on a mountainside.
Called for Rain
I jump into overdrive to save the mile
On high I feel the breath on the back
Of my neck it’s not the same as it ever was
Don’t you wonder who has the key
To unlock the barricades before your heart
I do sometimes and I scream in the dark
Outer space inside my brain it’s silly so
Why try to be different? Why try
To make a statement? Everyone knows
The end of the story they all see the score
At the close of the game called for rain
Who’s to blame it doesn’t matter
It never did no sense worrying
The answer will come riddle or not
Plop it goes into the lake
It doesn’t burn it soothes the senses
We cuddle up we hold hands
You are mine and I am yours
Come with me to the ocean
Come be free in harmony
We will watch the sun set on our dreams
We will wait while it still seems
There is hope no swinging rope yet
It’s been around the neck
Of way too many too soon a tragedy
My Sweet Song
Moving around I hear a sound
I feel the breeze passing through me
I tighten my jaw I am completely raw
I don’t know what to expect no not yet
How can you say those things
They make my mind tingle with pain
Oh to be someone else to be a pulse
A bird’s brain to be a train
Oh to escape I’m always late to the party
I don’t understand how it gets out of hand
Every time I take a stand in rhyme
It never ends I could spend eternity
Picking apart vocabulary to start and end
Right where I began it’s a vicious circle
A cycle of infinity so pretty
Don’t you wish you could return
To those things you earned
When you were strong in spirit and body
A melody a melodious song
From a tiny bird on a very tall tree
Don’t you wish you were somehow lovely
I do I wish it was true
I wish there was something real inside me
I wish I could be king for a day
A way of ruling over myself only
But I’m not in control I never was
I’m just a wuss I’m at the bottom
Of the food chain the top of the heap
I feel the rain falling heavy on my head
The bullets of lead inside instead
Then out the back the blood flows
No one knows what the future holds
We will be friends in the end
Don’t worry it will be okay my sweet
Slicked
Blob test rearrange tangling changed tub
Talent venison quality margarine moved
Sickened raucous shaking chaos slicked
Weave ruler weakening slid rained prevent
Walker manual swept cakes running apple
Chickens
A. C.
Searching experimentation teasing playful
Songs at midnight recording music artsy
Dramatic faithful truth criticism loving
Sparks flying digging deeply honesty sex
Soul heavenly gate rainbow splash cover
Ump
Twilight dank swap realize ambrosia slip
Pumped never near mice lisp tricked kneel
Pieces licking swear Nile wrong meats ump
Knowledgeable gnarl flipped stipend Nerf
Leapt string tepid slots manger quartered