Hour 13 (2021)
Acrostic
Death personified.
Dark eyes drill into me
Everything around me blurs
As he makes his way across the room
Too bad no one else sees him
He’s finally come for me.
Nobody likes to be Chained
I swear, what was written tastes better than apple
served by the hands of a lover.
I know men who mistook their stupidity for cleverness.
I am against nothing but a man who doesn’t feel
the end of this poem as the end of a system.
I am not a prophet of doom but this earth is a dying man.
What to save from it is Himalayan.
To be brief say: self and others.
And to pronounce a word, alphabets must be kissing –
You’d first save yourself to be eligible to save others.
We are pacing, leaving what was written behind
for dance on the alter of guilt. Years from now,
a rat might eat the pages of prophecy and be fulfilled.
Will it be honey for my people to perish because what
they call wisdom is the spirit behind a bird’s mocking song?
Ghost stories
They’re fun when you’re a kid
listening to the counselors trying
to scare you with some guy crouching behind a bush in the woods
and then as you grow up, you realize
the real horror stories transpire
every day
all around you:
murder, rape, genocide and the like
but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t strive
because the majority are decent, honest
people with integrity and they are
the ones who will
write the history
books in
the
end.
Release (Hour 16)
Release
By: LuvMiFreely
(Hour 16)
It’s been a dull day
Feeling like all types of beige
Full of blah
The feeling of being trapped in a cage
I need to escape this abyss
I grab my headphones
Slip them over my ears and press play
The sound waves wash over me
I close my eyes and feel the vibes
Every bit of the rhythm fills my bones
I rock to the beat
Zoned out as I sing along
Snapping my fingers
Swaying my hips
Painting the room with color
The blues I felt now only feel like a hue
My feet moving on queue
Feeling lifted
The caged bird has been freed
Fruit Plate
A Limerick
Fruit Plate
An orange met a pear on a plate.
It wasn’t a great first date.
Orange stormed home.
Left pear alone.
Pear shouldn’t have mentioned her weight.
Something just like this
Is what we all crave.
It’s intelligent, cathartic
something we all dream of
but it’s not easy to obtain.
it’s far off in the distance
but that never stopped us from trying
before
so why should now be any different?
Speed of Sound
It’s faster than you can hear
and louder than you can run.
Block out all distractions, concentrate fully and
you just might be able to detect it.
It comes and goes on a whim whenever it
wants.
not that you asked for it.
not that it cares.
but it makes its own way in the world
figuring out its purpose and learning
what it means to truly exist.
It doesn’t play by anyone’s rules or
even the laws of physics, for that matter
but if you understand what it’s all about, you’ll
realize what makes it the most beautiful thing in the world.
Beam Me Up Scotty
You too can say, “Take her out Mr. Chekov,” or “I need more power Scotty,” and even “Put me in warp drive Mr. Sulu.”
No, not on the Starship Enterprise, but on Elon Musk’s Crew Dragon and not to distant galaxies but to the International Space Station, for ten days.
Because the difference between men and boys are their toys and space travel is in vogue.
You can boldly go where no Billionaire has gone before for only fifty five million dollars.
(Please hum the theme from Star Trek. That would only be logical.)
Hour 16: Wind Tickles
Wind tickles me
With icy fingers;
The shivers shake me
Inside this quivering skin.
That light brush of breath
Along the hairs
Sucks away my warmth
Trailing through my blood.
A dangerous kiss of winter
Taming a burning blaze
Into a frozen fire.