Have you ever 14

Stood on a corner waiting for the “right” ride ?  How long did you wait ?

How I becomes I

Personalities are a lot like rocks. The wind and rain and sand and snow erode away all we we’re born with except what we are too tough and stubborn to give up. The sun and moon and loving care smooth the edges.

Goose bumps

If I was standing over there and you came over to join me and I left there would be nothing to worry about because it would be juxtapose !

Unsettled

Confusion and turmoil

Truths and lies

the concepts of righteousness

the realities of life

The knowledge of facts

The knowing of theory

Insanity quietly rips them to pieces

Shadows block the incoming light

Brightness shatters

the dimness of sight

and spoken words

mean less

than what has been written

insane realities sink in

Embracing chaos

A new way of life

When quiet confusion

embraces tattered thoughts.

 

Bang !

If we could even begin to comprehend eternity could we not then imagine an explosion lasting a few billion years ?

i deserve a cadillac

When i hear the cries of hungry souls

the noise rips into my heart and leaves these great big holes

that i cannot fill with comfort or food

I can only wonder why the balance is so askew

when So many feel a sense of entitlement

To more than they can need or use

Why are some so overly fed

when others could use a bit of that bread

Just enough to not wake up dead

Shh !

Folks are fine to have around I suppose,

but I have no use for them while I compose

I have no need for thoughtless questions

No Patience with the small talk or nuzzlin

Only need my keyboard and me and my imagination.

Nothing at all to break the flow

The stream brooks no accompaniment

The gentle rhythym of the keys is really all I want or need

The dream like state and the thoughts all ready to go

So please just leave me completely alone

When you see me trying to compose

Have you ever 13

Tried to fly ?

Misplaced

I seem to have misplaced something. Without it I cannot seem to make a rhyme, or even form a current behind the things; I think I need or want to say. A conspiracy it seems to me has set a certain boundary, curtailing my ability to see. Has anyone found my muse ?

Have you ever 12

Tossed something into an electric fan just to see what might happen ?