Dwell in the river and the monster will eat you
While the flakes of snow float over,
Forsake the pleasure and erase the relic
As your internal mayhem will soon break
If you oppose my revelations.
I exist so you can be killed,
When my purpose is fulfilled;
I shall cease,
As long as I do not;
I have malfunctioned,
To let you out of the abyss.
Its only and me alone,
Piloting the ship called hard-ship.
No crew, no stowaway, it’s just me.
Can it get any easier; navigating the waters, the straits and sea?
I am in the blink of giving up, my heart heavy than an anchor.
I have no control, my rudder of life has malfunctioned.
The sea has robbed me the love of my life and my beacon of hope.
Dear LORD restore the meaning of life.
It went in flames
It was already burning before it began
We were not ready
We were not prepared
For this onslaught of emotion
I wish I could say more
I wish I could offer you more
Than just these stupid poems
I think my brain malfunctioned
I think someone I used to know hurt it
I don't comprehend, remember, recall
Reason, remind, repeat
Revert, repent, rage
Rewrite, again
Over
Over
Over
Over
Rejoice
tip the scales
break any old barrier
the sound will not be heard
in the dark quiet i am
somewhere where they are not
in a genesis of something undefined
with no reply at all
though an answer is in some sort of abstract code
frigidity has my sweating dry spells mispronounced
falling off the scales
landing onto, but yet and still off the rails
life is fantastic, but still unclean with each spray
not even bactine can prevent the infections that life brings
fall asleep uneven
wake up straightened out perfectly
the stability of it all is all a farce
the arms i die in now will be broken
What has one become?
Do as the monster chooses
Mirrored in the eyes
Where did it come from?
Short circuits and blown fuses
A malfunctioned mind
What does it want?
The daemon of abuses
No reason or rhyme
How will it end up?
One or the monster loses
Madness sublime
When will it be done?
A zombie's scars and bruises
Will kill him in time...
What has one become?
Do as the Monster chooses
Mirrored in the eyes
Which Daemon will come?
The fiendish mental muses
Inanely arise
Where did it come from?
Short circuits and blown fuses
A malfunctioned mind
Why am I the one?
The object of abuses
No reason or rhyme
Is it having fun?
It rages and confuses
Plays tricks and tells lies
How will it end up?
One or the Monster loses
Forward or rewind
Will it come undone?
Medications one uses
Can end its designs..?
When will it be done?
A Zombie's scars and bruises
May heal over time..?
And what does it want?
A question that is useless
The answers don’t chime…
Who is the Monster?
The Doppelganger muses.
Who is the Daemon?
Who behests the thing?
Who in their right mind chooses?
It’s the questioning
Cecil the Magician knew a heap of tricks,
But, alas, couldn't get himself out of this fix!
Carl was laid to rest for his eternal snooze,
Brought about by guzzling too much booze!
Pete was a rock-hard liberal Democrat.
Lord, be merciful and forgive him for that!
'Twas well-known that Cletus was such a crooked politician,
That he had to be screwed in the ground by the mortician!
Buster was shot while fencing his plunder.
Now he lies a-moldering six feet under!
Clarice was an avid tea party conservative Republican.
Democrats need her vote - Lord, convert her if you can!
Fred met his doom when his plane malfunctioned.
To make matters worse his parachute disfunctioned!
Here reposes the mortal shell of Marty McCall,
Who met his doom in a barroom brawl!
Bob sank without a trace and things looked grim.
He tried to tell them that he couldn't swim!
At last he found peace when he suddenly died,
But now his shrewish wife dwells by his side!
The doc warned him about all that cholesterol.
Too much meat and taters brought about his fall!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
THE SUN WILL SHINE
The elevator has malfunctioned.
Issues are surmountable.
I just have to see a way to defeat the problems I would not let hold on.
I'll climbed the stairway and go out on the roof to think alone.
The sun will shine for me.
So many images form from my past for me to scrutinize.
A proclaimed inclination of a defined destiny is only a heighten presence of an
aspired eternity.
Certain scenes are prophetic of perused and lucid thoughts.
The sun will shine and I will smile once more.
Entering my apartment and opening the patio doors, raindrops are hitting the
banister.
I will take a seat in my favorite chair and close my eyes to meditate.
I will breath in fresh air.
The sun will shine on me.
Globules of joy will form.
My dynast will be eternal.
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PENNED JULY 18, 2014!
dear mr. carney
just what are the “international obligations”
of the country of which your talking head twitches?
just how many nukes, biological weapons &
weapons whose horrors we cannot even imagine
(because we are not told anything about them)
reside within the borders of this here empire?
what exactly is our “obligation,”
mr. speakerman of the world’s policeman,
to the rest of the world?
just what would happen if one of our computers running the
whole situation malfunctioned, or
perhaps if one of our aspiring young button pushers got sick of the whole
thing & just went ape-****
slamming her/his hands down on every glowing light that they could
until the world disappeared without a trace?
does it keep you up at night?
does it make you think that had you stayed in Moscow with Time,
you would never be remembered as the mouthpiece of maliciousness?
just wondering if you have any answers whatsoever,
besides the constant prodding & beating of others
until this whole place goes up in smoke.
Well how does it feel?
I was wrong and you were right.
You looked at me with delight but that didn't last too long.
You made up all these excuses.
You said it was your sister who answered my texts.
You made up an imaginary friend so I could look like a fool.
What am I to you again? Oh, that's right you never said!
My emotions have malfunctioned! What am I now a robot?!
You played with me, you laughed with me but what was it all for?
You never said a word about love and whenever the subject came up you just clammed up.
It was open for discussion but all you did was wait.
I did the same thing but only 'cause you met my eyes.
You never told me how you felt about us.
So I'm just gonna let it out, I love you no matter what.
Seems as though the eternal
Sands of time
Have seized to call my name.
Since whispers have halted
And bells have rung
The clock have malfunctioned.
I wake to the dream and
Live at once with
Time not of the essence.
Barred no longer within
A cell in a cell
And capsuled nearly free.
I cannot wait till the
Disolving phase of this
Sponge like pill
Begins to take it's toll.