Pile Up
self-perceived failure, blame
guilt, disappointment, shame
Pressure
unexpressed, unfulfilled needs
expectations nobody heeds
Perilous Pitch
consider this - you are much bigger
someone small can be the trigger
Pyrotechnics
An explosion, shrapnel sent
wounds the nearby innocent
Peace at Last
great, now you have relief
you now have peace, however brief
Pain
shrapnel cuts deep, like a knife
imbeds itself, there's pain for life
Categories:
imbeds, abuse, anger, hurt, pain,
Form: Rhyme
Once understanding truth, is when fiction becomes paramount.
If not for fiction, truth would never expand, rather stay static.
Without fiction, invention would not become possible, just a cosmetic.
Without fiction, creativity would become impractical, in turn ceasing much doubt
Without fiction, where's contradiction? Relying on fact alone creates a closed mind,
Unwilling to learn or listen to opinion or interpretation, with a mind stuck behind.
Letting go of what is already known imbeds a sense of venture, a willingness to interpret.
If not for this sense of venture, opinion becomes subvert.
Learn from past followings of mass consensus,
Think for yourself, form your own opinions, free from collectivization.
Only once you have your original thought, begin intertwining with truth, make it pragmatic.
In order to grow, you first must relinquish that which is known.
Categories:
imbeds, change,
Form: Free verse
Its not just today in fact its every other day
Where there's this and that's continually burrowing away
It never matters who you are it just simply begins
Stressed to depression leading to internal decay
Such arises and imbeds from all corners of their days
Where this and that continually keeps burrowing away
Its as if a hidden assassin simply awaits the await
Whilst the victims succumb to their eventual fade to grey.
Categories:
imbeds, change, emotions, goodbye, heartbroken,
Form: Rhyme
Summer morning sunrise
Dawn paints with pastel hues
Day breaks before my eyes
Pastel hues gently brushed
by angels in the sky
when all the world is hushed
The sky has golden threads
stitching closed nimbus clouds
with rain nature imbeds
Nimbus clouds of dark grays
Soon earth's thirst will be quenched
Then light from gold sun rays
Quenched, budded flowers bloom
on honeysuckle vines
softly scented perfume
Vines climb the garden wall
after a summer squall
Categories:
imbeds, morning, summer,
Form: Rhyme