I thought new page might be better for this but I will try to separate somehow later after I read directions after I post all this stuff in a big jumbled pile lol like my clothes.. this may be better off called the good the worse and the horrible but not all thoughts are necessarily the view of the author but I like to explore in writing and this is a journey all right and on with the insanity that is my creative mind hope you enjoy loving or hating these
hope,,,,, out of Pandora’s box
Battered and broken
Clinging desperately to life
You are a stubborn one i’ll give you that
How you persevere in the face of oppression
I do not comprehend what gives you the strength to carry on
Others far stronger have resigned themselves
What dream do you have from which to draw your strength
From a locked box you came
Opened by curiosity
Ridiculed and vilified by your brethren
Beaten for the light you bring
That compromises the darkness they seek to have take hold
I will follow you for awhile and see what fate has in store for you
And the clock strikes 3
i think if i write enough
i will get to that which bothers me the most
like a pebble in my shoe here now gone again
an earworm from my youth
i know not what i seek
i hope it willl come to me
i hate to think of all the time
i could have wasted
instead of chasing a dream
a moment in time
a thought lost
distraction overtakes me
i change direction
i wander aimlessly
words cannot paint the picture trapped in my mind
for no reason other than i can
eyes closed to the past …expecting a distant future..how i rail at that which deceives me into thinking i’m alone…..thought empty of promise fills my aching head with its echo….the words unclear a montage of images searing my blind eyes and now the voices are back insisting i listen to thier silent message
the fox who sneered at the grapes he couldnt reach
tho wolf who cried foul so as to kill the sheep
the grasshopper who died for just skipping thru life
the scorpion killing the dog and dying as well
the 2 ***** and the donkey they had
the hunter skunked 3 times bleep bleep
isnt it silly we do not learn from historic tales and imagine its the times that create the people we read about in the papers
the nature of man has always been here
is it not that i question myself to discover my self worth
but self indulgance
do i help others as to gain thier attention
do i stand alone for fear of rejection
do i sharpen my wit to discourage opinion
do i write merely to pass the time
i hope not i fear so
hi again anew day
i am begining to see what words are for.ammo yes a tool used indiscriminitly they can hurt.these words must be controled like mickey mouses brooms they have come to life stiring up the dust of memories lurking in corners.ihave lost control,is there no limit,no checks like some twisted form of credit -the more i use i more i get slow down you rampant spawn of creativity let me consider a moment i wish to have some control instead they jump me and take over again
i get on the bus and see so many people with invisible friends beside them.they must be considerate thier friends get the window seat
love is not a dud
or that to be amusing
love is not to scoff
or grudges holding
love is no diamond
perfect crystal clear
love can be annoying
whats that dear?
love is always flexing
shared give and take
love is always sharing
lifes litle cakes
love is never easy
a tough path to take
love will never die
life for the human race
she sits on a chair and stares
a bemused grin in eye
head cocked slightly
the posture says why?
are you doing that
that silly way
what are you not thinking
what is wrong with a pot
and a stove to go with it
why are you making noodles
in my nice new coffee maker
“i do not have the time
to sit around and wait
the watched pot boils
in minutes 7-8
by the time i get my noodles
its gone past eleven
but with our! nice new coffe pot
its 4 minutes straight”
a look that i have seen before
is wrinkling on her face
astonished confused bewilderment
it will soon go away
when she eats up all my noodles
and tells me make some more
and hurry up cuz while the pot is good and hot
she’d like some coffe in it
deja vu 2u2
spoken with whispered tenderness
hi good morning
hmm heh mmmm good mornin
you look fairly lost .whatcha thinkin
well i had a dream a long time ago and hmmm this is awkward well umm forgive me but you were not in my dreams back then-delivered with a very hesitant look
she kisses him sweetly thinking back happily, that was no dream
go on she kisses into his ear
his blush alarming her now she grows concerned
what is it please tell me
he cannot meet her eye and his hand -unknown to him, seeks the comfort of her breast
ah last nite..well..it was kind of umm like ..ahh the first time.. with
she interrupts eyes sparkling really? and suddenly feels the slow heat of shyness starting its way up her face..did..did you….like it ? she manages to nibble out and it is the perfect thing to say so close he reaches out for her and the conversation ends
Life’s Like That
Why do i sit here. Writing waiting. What is it i hope to find.
Do i know for what im searching. Is it a case of running blind.
How can it be i see the end now.
Do i wish i had changed my mind.
Like i could have if i wanted too.
Some curses were meant to remain.
At least i know what i was missing.
I do now know where the truth is stored.
I can imagine picking up all the pieces.
But i whine an say my backbone is gone.
Cant somebody please sweep up those pieces.
And humpty dumpty together my brain.
I have said self-questioning is fairly scary.
Suicide is an end that comes to mind.
But not to question seems just as stupid.
Why stick in the same rut for the rest of time.
Quite possibly my devious mind informs me.
This rut is just like all the others.
So i question myself and steer remotely.
And sit on the fence and wonder why.
This rut i am in is gaining dimensions .
That bring an undertaker clearly to mind.
My balls are aching and clearly complaining.
they want to know why they aint made of brass.
they have taken a vote and then informed me.
They seriously intend to kick my ass
Why oh why cant i just act normaller.
You know the good little boy who sat still in class
…… NICE TRY GUY…
.with credit card paperweight..
she pauses and considers,a lonely day
children gone,man at work,dog at vet
no calls ,no appointments,hair cut tomorrow
spic and span,mr glad and muscle have been and gone
what is that strange sound she hears
she considers its silent merit
and with a shrug of her mighty shoulders
she decides to go bake a cake
go figger ehh!hasnt she heard of the mall?
Happy mothers day!your hair looks great
P.S. thers a game on tonite can you pick up some beer?
she pauses and considers
and makes up the couch
they sit quietly..two lovers in then night,each immersed in thoughts of the other,linked by more than clasped hands.the stars gleam in the night sky,there is no moon.he wonders out loud if she will be his star she kisses him and all is quiet again.
why not follow the beaten pathit is an easier route to tale many feet have worn a groove you can walk it in the dark what is it you find so enjoyable in forcing your way through there do you not worry you might get lost what if you should stumble and fall who will find you why not take the beaten path it will save you time we have leveled out all the hils there is no need to climb straight level many rest stations on the way why is it you do not like our path come try it you will see this is the way it should be done come try it our way what do you mean go with you do you know how much work that is its a complete waste of time why would i go somewhere ive never been hardship and toil blood sweat and tears our forefathers did that for us come take advantage of thier work and do things our way why are you so stubborn what do you hope to find why do you insist on going youre own way heh where are you goingcome back cant you see the sign dangerous no tresspassing its for your own protection damn you you stubborn *** youre going to get us killed where the hell are we going theres no map for this place dammit these prickles hurt why must we climb over rocks hills and trees where are we going do you know the way why do you drag me here great a bog how wonderful full of bugs slime and things what now why are you stopping have you lost your way oh my god look at that thats something ive never ever seen
i do apologize to any who find this upsetting or in real bad taste
Suicide by Shredder
Your light is extinguished
the warmth you gave so freely
now feeding the earths cool embrace
why did you burn out so soon
you gave us a security we toook for granted
always there guiding us
diminishing the darkness
that lurks in our hearts
we wish you did not feel the need
to change your existance
into one we do not comprehend
we will miss you bitterly
but remember with love in our hearts
your light your warmth
however even in death
your humour stinks
your last words
here i rest in pcs
i gaze out my window arcs of light fading into the night yet the darkness does not touch me now errant noises do not disturb my reflections looking inward i see calm no eddies to carrry thoughts away i rest easy pacified by the soothing passage of words on to paper revealing my thoughts to me strange how we know so litle of ourselves the potential escapes us it is peacful now my mind like the lover who lies sated content with the feelings expended
would that i suffer this strange delusion more often without hiding away seeking solace in seclusion
The world is full of silent angry people
Despair fills the void
Happiness is overrated
Buy some lose it who cares
Better catch up you’re the leader
In this strange race we call life
On second thought slow down a bit
Consider contentment as a vice
The cost is huge the perils real
To go against the grain raises slivers
No one trusts the lone who stand
But who else can say with truth
They sleep quite well at night
Ignorance is Knowledge Wasted
a child is born
quick cover his eyes
do not let him see your naked breast
shelter him anxiously
lest he learn too much
knowledge is a tool he must not gain to exist …
this world is not ready to deal with the power he wields
leave things alone
do not change our ways
we are content the way we are
why do you wish to change this balance
are you insane
you will ruin us
be gone and take your ideas with you
we will stone the child to spare you the anguish
Leave us in peace