I sit in the backseat Earbuds in covering the sounds of the road I bop my head and watch sometimes Flat and woody to hills and valleys Finally making it to cornfields far as I can see The scene changes quick when you stop watching…
Category: Marathon Poem
Current Mood
Eyes red, dry from over-use. brain foggy, stuffed with clouds from lack of rest head hurting from too many hours in the sun.
Prompt 20/H16-Journey
Walking through the city Silence pervades each corner Everything is somewhat gritty Caution as we move south A glint of silver, a flash of red Murder in the daylight Your turn to take her head Pocketing the valuables Quickly, the world is watching Round the…
My Odyssey
My life has been an odyssey A balance of good and bad I have seen so many things Such adventures I have had. Not too long ago, at my older age I decided to return to school. Everyone was so much younger At times I…
The Explanation
Before the world began There was math. One plus one was always two, And I loved it that way. So, I decided to paint. I threw color at the canvas And warped the silken threads. This, of course, was all in my head. And then…
16. The Messenger XVI
Do you see that guy with the blue jacket? Yes, why? Nevermind What do you carry in your truck? It’s a huge one you got these days Can you shut the F… up? For a minute You only puke BS and craps You don’t take…
To Hear Nature’s Ancient Psalm (Hour 15)
The whole of the world is a swelling daydream, a gradual infection festering in self-sought hypocrisy. Bleeding shadows from behind your eyes, tasting rain-like teardrop stones caught in your throat. Your voice a silent cascade of sunset colors, dreaming of the wild afternoon where trees…
A Story
Inspiration is a story, that someday I may write. My story, my life. Of where I have walked, where I have roamed. Of lesson’s I’ve learned, of the thing’s I’ve earned. Of love that was lost, and love that was found. Of the journey’s I…
Danger
Adamant Adroit Antic Baleful The adroit and adamant woman used Her antics to hide her baleful musings
Hour 15, No Big Bang
In the beginning, there was only you, wrapped entirely round each other, melding flesh in sweat soaked bliss, burning fire twisting through crystalline ice, warm and one. The end evolved, no drama nor violence, just a cooling through time of what had burned, a tepid…