Self doubt, too look up dares not
Who, with dropped reins says:
" Of its trust, all, now placed in
Your hands, Lord, not mine.
Whose guide's, which holed route on is
Filled deeper, sadder.
Life's coachman's. Life's broad speaking.
Til its sun's decline."
Fight me! Styx wants to say
It comes out as a ‘mew’
They stroke his fur and pet his head
Tickle, fuss and coo
Too soft! He thinks, Where are the claws?
The hard knocks and the teeth?
His friends, the other wampus cats
At least brawl like they have beef
But his clowder mates are holed up too
Hunkering from the hail
What he wouldn’t give right now
To bite another’s tail!
Adrenaline makes his muscles twitch
Pent up frustration writhes
Oh to be outdoors again
Running with his tribe!
Fight me! Styx wants to roar
All six legs set to scrap
He doesn’t want an invitation
To sit purring on a lap
Fight me! Styx insists
And receives a little shove
Yes! Physical contact!
He interprets it as love
Fight me! Fight me! He’s shoved again
He nips, inviting more
He’s rewarded with rough and tumble
And is sent sprawling on the floor
When it comes to good play fighting
The humans don’t quite know how
It’s not the same as wampus wrestling
But it’ll do, for now
In its entirety
Safe keeping's vision
General's, shepherd's in close range
Pressed round horizon!
"Retreat!" The call goes out.
Each, 'at ease', 'lolling'
Inescapably overwhelmed.
Ere caves holed up in.
Beware complacency!
Skyline we all share.
Time's; in what fateful looms up.
Less for can prepare!
I blocked—
yes, I did block.
The shore of irony fluid eroded,
struggling to get past,
yet it remained sealed.
The bars grew whole,
rising to fill the seeping gaps.
The law of physics struck,
failed to destroy itself,
and ended up
pushing the keys to eternity.
Its existence rested behind that dam.
The turbulence surrendered,
leaving behind a creeping flood.
La la la la—
The days came and went,
and no one unchained it.
Then came a plankton,
It holed the barricade.
Instead of an extreme surge,
came a resting shower;
the shore began to dance in flow.
It looked at the plankton and asked,
“What good are you in freeing me?”
The plankton held her gaze
and left.
The crimson dam broke with time.
The red sea smiles in peace today.
The last gaze still lingers
behind her eyes,
making her wish
to never be left again.
Can my words
Your brain needs labels
To help you
In coping
With facts drowning in fiction
So lies cannot cut
I woke up on a rooftop watching rain clouds mold
A seagull wearing sunglasses whispered secrets dipped in gold
A vending machine hummed softly saying life will sometimes fold
While a robot on a skateboard swore the future favors the bold
Old posters on the alley walls muttered nothing stays too old
And a wandering saxophone released the notes it had to hold
A suitcase full of riddles claimed its truths were never sold
And a neon painted turtle kept the city from turning cold
My shadow high fived strangers every gesture smoothly rolled
While a mime in glowing sneakers warned that rules were meant to scold
I grabbed a cup of lightning felt its shiver as I hold
And watched my drifting thoughts get interviewed and slowly polled
Blessings rained like glitter every spark precisely doled
As the skylines massive heartbeat struck each second that it tolled
I stepped into a sunrise shaped by stories I once bowled
And walked through shifting timelines where my voice never pigeon holed
I wrote it all down laughing as the universe just strolled
Then signed my name beneath it leaving a legend fully scrolled
Here's to the fellow we hold dear,
his blood, it was said, teutonic.
He holed up in County Lincolnshire
to escape the plague (bubonic).
'Twas there an apple fell on his head
and gave him a wonderful notion.
Before he even went to bed,
he wrote down the laws of motion.
Winter of Discontent
Cloudiness has settled in the sky
An act of unpalatable truth of the kind
A summer sun easily hides
Old dwellings are full of cracks
Sagging roofs and dust on the windowsill
Pot-holed roads, dry as clay, lead from
From doom to the gloom of routines
Nothing changes; life is an endless struggle
Spring is far away
Then, a miracle happens, splitting clouds
I saw the sun, as the flowers in the garden
had seen
warming my face, letting the illusion continue
Turning over in a ruffled bed,
stark red numbers sear 4 a.m. into bloodshot corneas.
Nothing but darkness creeps through threadbare curtains, frozen in place.
A desolate silence becomes deafening, as birdsong no longer crescendos—
what would have been the breaking of dawn.
It's been six years now since our brightest star was thrown out of orbit,
exposing the frozen side of the sun.
No longer does our planet experience the warmth of its radiation,
nor the glow of its solar flares.
Within a fraction of a second, humanity was plunged into an everlasting night.
Temperatures plummeted; mass hysteria was at its peak.
Crops perished within hours to days,
as the new icy tundra eclipsed once-thriving farmlands.
The birth of a perpetual Ice Age was at hand.
Power grids crystallized and snapped.
Cities crumbled; small towns were blotted out,
disappearing off the map, never to be seen again.
Death's gelid hand spared but a few souls—
holed up in a scientific research bunker in the Arctic.
We are but the unlucky few who get to “live” in this glacial purgatory,
wandering aimlessly forevermore.
Thought, with intelligence? When?
How about the proof?
Setting fire to where and when?
Devil, art aloof?
Fire inspiration, thy pun.
What to do for fun?
Good sense, laddie, and reason!
Fly not close to sun!
Cold fusion, thy harpsichord.
Crystal glass a-flow.
Demon -sultan, fife and sword!
Hell and Heaven, row...
Toil and turmoil, tamarind.
Dappled roes a-fly.
O Reality, how ye thinned!
Grinned the gangrel Sly!
Water of the chasm deep?
Haunts within the sleep.
Void, abyss, around step creep!
Dragons, time to reap!
Vampires, paint thy eyes black!
Do not face the day!
Spend thy life holed not in crack!
Poisonous to pay...
Coals of dark fire, sing in me!
Fling, O fancy-free!
Dynamite and destiny!
Stay awake for she...
Push and pull, life’s game inane,
fleeting joy, lingering pain;
a strange darkness where we dwell,
holed up in body-mind shell.
We wish to have right of way,
in this form doomed to decay
and it’s only when death nears,
oblivion heightens fears.
Fast forward to point of death,
the moment of our last breath;
knowing not where we’re headed
and to whom we’ll be wedded.
Back here now, as we exhale,
does heart sing or does it pale,
worried about the morrow,
attachments cause of sorrow?
Instant can be soul’s release,
free from fear, flowing with ease,
if we get to know we are,
light of God, a shining star.
God is love and heart’s His home;
living light is our genome,
which we see in direct sight,
if but we give up the fight.
Mix black lentil batter
Must add salt and spices
Make holed rings, put in oil
Meduvadas frizzle
Mouthwatering, fluffy
Melts in mouth, soft, crispy
My most favorite snack
Dig only until your fingers can reach,
don't fall face down into the ground,
you're not soil yet
Extend your hands only until warmth is still home,
don't deplete yourself of what you give,
even stars die a cold death
Build your fences only until their faces are friends'
don't reach for the sun,
you'll only burn yourself
Sing to the gods only until your voice is air
don't meddle with hands
religion isn't only yours to reclaim
Guard your walls only until the soldiers are rivals
don't stick your guns at every gate
not all neighbors are villains
Count the waves only until the sea waves back
don't wait for the sun to sink
your boat is holed of your own feet
Rush back home on more than weekends
don't fit love into tight routines,
time doesn't entertain belated guests
Love until your bones are soil
don't worry about bills and gods
humane is the best you can.
Longing for long seas
Dying to meet Miss Bittersweet
On roads between tent poles
In oil holes and tall trees
Take cover
Spin rubber
Tumble and bleed
Along pot holed streams
Let home become a highway
Rolling asphalt day to day
Nowhere to be and everywhere to go
Roam and stay home
And never feel sick again
In the places you've never been
So when long seas wind
Below gears you grind
Everything left behind
Past guard rails and double lines
Find a town within a friend
And close your eyes in Miss Bittersweet's den
My own home.
With a backyard garden to roam.
But I’ll save it for the rabbits to eat.
Watering plants would leave me beat.
I could go to the pool.
But I’d rather have an icy shower to keep me cool.
There’s nothing wrong with this place.
Except all the empty space.
No photos on the walls.
Not even a ghost to wander the halls.
In this place where I survive.
Holed up in here, no reason to try.
I would rather live underground.
Where no one is searching, not even a hound.
No crying or even laughter.
The silence is what I’m after.
Underground is for those like me.
Who never learned to climb a tree.
All we do is write on the wall.
“We were here,” and that is all.
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