Lofty phrases echo the quagmire,
labyrinthine there’s no easy exit;
Treading water but still feel I’ll sink,
intricacy leaves me meandering;
Labyrinthine, there’s no easy exit
for what prattles on inside my head;
I am starving for a turquoise breeze;
Treading water but still feel I’ll sink
beneath this atmospheric storm surge;
Maverick emotions lift me to crash;
Intricacy leaves me meandering,
the weather within is so complex;
My doppler radar spins endlessly.
Dreams, do we imagine!?
or imagined for us?~ not really ours
man’s daily/nightly flighty escapes –
perhaps mystically inspired? Projections of a
superior curtain-wizard: His/its contrived illusions,
erudite brothers propose, the mind
a carnival trickster -- a phenomenal liar: such illumination
just mental, painted flame, no spark of true spiritual fire,
myself least fond of, the notion before the thinker...
the drink making thirsty the drinker --
like the egg and the chicken, the shell or the cluck
prayer answered or declined
and not a smidgen of exciting, wagering blind-luck --
In high pitch Dodo played bongo
and voiced loud in decibels,
pierced the eardrums of Drongo,
singing, ringing jingle bells
Santa snoring loud
with Doppler radar tracking
Christmas is coming
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Sponsored By: Brian Strand
Date Created: 12/21/2020
A missed word
An error of syntax
A slip in punctuation
The truth is relative
Your truth is not necessarily mine
Truth told in grief
Truth told in mockery
Does not always remain The Truth
Truth be told
Your truth is not necessarily mine
A breath of gossip
An overheard sentence
The snatched glimpse of a word
Just remember this truth
Your truth is not necessarily mine
(Yes, I'm crap at titles, sorry.)
Doppler scream noise
into my being
I am like a young horse on the plain
surrounded by awkwardness
All is about Anglosaxon Economy
I am in the midst of it all
My verse is to be sold on the market
Come buy the debate!
Don´t you see I am totally tolerant
But how will I stand the noise from E=mc2
Democrazy watch over me
And energy leave me in small parcels
Fear o
Fear
Famous Swedish fear
I have to understand it all
Here I live in a box
Sweet, nice, sitting cosy on my sofa
There´s the new threat of war
I live close to Europe
( what madness have we seen? )
is this the prize of madness, sir?
Some search for their Virgin Island
I go look for a man with a bone in his nose
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