A writer must write on the sea,
as the catalyst sails.
Each stranger and a day
makes a difference.
The salt at its peak, speaks
to me, not exactly divulging
what it had to say; the cold spray
for days and days, in darkness too.
All aboard; only at ports disembarking,
but not until your up to your knees
in entertainment and steak, lobster,
fruit and fries.
Luggage still on the deck, why bother,
closeting your wardrobe -
so much to do; look under the curtain;
find your inkwell and get at it,
but not until it’s time to go to bed
after the chocolate fountain.
People tend to respect, respect,
both given and received
The dignity of every life,
in one-on-one reprieves
People tend to share the joy,
while closeting the pain
Humanity as best displayed
—when we are all to gain
(Austin Park: March, 2021)
My little room...my four walls.
I sit in one of the four corners--
Like an embryonic sac, lifeless in a state of non existence...
Embellishing in the silence as I travel the deserts—of a dusty mind.
I now switch corners... deja vu, the walls are closeting in
Everything is the same except smaller—oh such a hell
To ponder without thought...a holographic Holocaust
A devouring reality.
Each corner of the four walls a prismatic prison...
A convoluted construct—my four walls of the apocalypse
I switch corners again...I see foreverness
An Asylum refuge-sheltering my layering lies.
What am I?...a pensive reject, a pondering fool,
A thoughtless thought... a disconnect of an ancient memory...
I get to the last corner...I see a speck of a thought
A microbial element within the diminishing walls...
Four Walls-contest
Feb.24.2016 ^WW^
The inconsistencies ~ life, death's enforce
as love's immortal framework spans divorce,
this rabid intercession teams remorse
from closeting my feelings, my discourse!
In apprehension's daydreams, I consign
emotional will's esteem as so refine,
and buckle my engender, nary's twine
indigenous, the urge to seek divine!
A passion for the arts, love's closest mind
is pallid by all else . . . all else confined!
I am sitting here
Looking at four walls
No were to go
Noghting to do
These walls are closing
What did i do
My life is going to stop
How do i get out
I have been caught
More there closeting
More i fight
Were is the door
How did i get in here
How did i get locked down
They're closeting more
No were to run
No were to go
No one to see
Just me and my misery
I am gone these walls have me
Do people see me gone
OR just happy i'm gone
But i am here for life.
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