#2 – Fusion

Fusion Diffusion Transfusion   Core vision Store wisdom Dear firestorm   This place, this point Where nothing stays But the void But the indomitable The unnamable So thorn So twisted So born I am busted   Fusion In your guts Diffusion In your stut Transfusion…

In losing the Battle #2

Great Dane measures in hemp, Guarded with sorrow and pain, He gathered his wit and started weeping, Why on earth, I am living hell alone? Black birds, black hemp, Clouded with grey and cobweb string, Where should he go, what should he do? He can’t…

Clown Car

It seems impossible they’ll all fit How can there be room for the egos, let alone the baggage, of Carson to Santorum?   Yet they keep coming Apparently, to win the most serious office in the land, one must campaign as the biggest fool; But…

Poem 2/24 – Pink Elf

Poem 2 – Pink Elf Pretty Pink Elf, Where be thee? In a land far away, Will you come to stay? How be thee close to me? I hear you in my mind And dream of you in kind. Pretty Pink Elf, Will you visit…

A Wish

Come on, be honest It’s not a good morning You over there Thousands of miles away And me over here Wishing I was there The soft moonlight in my world Just hovering outside my window Understanding my longing Lingering a while longer Comforting my sorrow…

You Loved Me Best in Your Sleep

I’d often leave our bed at night silent, with you still sleeping   and return each time on soft-socked feet; to find your sprawl warming my side.   Without breaking snore, you’d slide back to yours (gone cold) and open wide the covers   a…

Tsk! Lax Gyp (Viz BMW), Quench Fjord

As I struggle towards the surface, Breath seems to be fading. Confusion overtakes sanity. Down? Up? Water raiding Every cavity, even lungs Filling up with the sea Got to get to the surface to breath Hear the call of banshee I have to survive this…

Insomniac

creative, eclectic, artistic, at 2 A.M, I am still wide awake for ideas come flooding at this wee hour at dawn in a trance, an insomniac, while others are still fast asleep here I am at the threshold of my creation. there’s something in the…

Poem #2

I can glimpse the flaws in your shield. Where the smallest breeze can slip through, or where the flame brightest, and the smooth impermeable armor can be torn away. I can only imagine how easily you can see through me. My transparency could be seen…

Makes Sense

Positioned for the climax When every passion is at its peak Sometime the route is quick Oftentimes it feels as if one is embarking towards the unknown Or doing the opposite of what they say will be their end result A going left to get…