He gave me a gift, terribly good-
but it was clearly misunderstood.
Good grief, what does it do?
looks pretty ugly too!
Like huge chunky goggles, there it stood.
Deafening silence came over me!
Seriously funny, for you see
this was his only choice?
For me there was no voice?
A cruel kindness- how can this be?
The sound of silence he broke with shout-
Falsely true is what this is about!
Awfully good, you see-
virtual reality!
Definite maybe, you will freak out!
Alone together, now bittersweet
our short minor crisis, we did meet!
In a true fiction world
open secrets unfurled!
These chunky goggles cannot be beat!
We find deep inside ourselves
The traits of ancestors therein dwells
Grandpa’s eyes, our Mom’s hair
Our stature from … who knows where?
What we claim as thought process
We may be forced to re-address
Twas Grandpa Lee that caused, you see,
Our newer minds to think like he.
Our gait, as we walk around
Has origins in history bound
Great-aunt Edna, strolled about
With identical strides – long and stout.
And talents that we think so fine
Are not all yours, not all mine
For somewhere in our ancestry
There lay originality.
Our composition, it is made
Of melded steel that made our blade
For all our ancestral kin
Provided steel to place therein
We flaunt individuality
But in truth, it’s not just we
‘Tis ages of posterity
That comprise our totality
That
Which cannot be described
Seems often to be labeled
Nothing..
Everything..
Already this..
Unknowable..or
That
Which cannot be described..
All labels burning as
They are applied...??
This could not so much technically
be described as poetry per say
Rather more like just writing down
every single thought
That enters my empty vacant restless
head
And trust me I don't mind honestly
admitting to the fact
My head is probably emptier than
Most
Now I just thought and it has got
me thinking
i wonder if there is an actual contest
or award for that I can enter
Because I could possibly be a world
champion or at very least a close
second
Or record holder for the most pointless
nonsensical existential thoughts in a
calendar lifetime
And boy ohh boy of late I seem to be
or have hit my absolute prime and stride
like I never have before
Sorry to bore but that is my one and
only hobby and thing I may actually be
truly any good at all
Saying and thinking a hell of a lot of
simply nothing of any relevance at all
Your age may best be described
~ by the type of pills you are prescribed
Looking onto the deck
A raccoon was seen
The body was huge
Birds flew away
Squirrels ran off
The claws were long
and looking sharp
Color of the fur grey-brown
The face face black markings
Along both of the eyes
He looks like a bandit
As if painted by Monet
Love delicate and soft
Soaring upon angel wings
I found my heaven in you
Your words evoking lyrics
Tempering my tormented soul
Soothing sweet symphony
Emotion pure and true
Awakened less my agony
A thunderbolt to the heart
Sparks of passion set ablaze
Searing fire, flames of blue
Craving for caress
Overwhelming all five senses
Temptatious are your kisses
Like the sirens of the sea
Absolute devotion
Undertaker of imperfection
I dance with exaltation
As your arms envelope me
The quintessence of man
Vindicated from past sin
Vanishing all fears
My one and only
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