the merry-go-round horses are a bit off today
dancing and prancing their hooves in a clever way
even the children realize something is amiss
as they turn and blow each other a child-like kiss
I hang on to my steed, loving this carousel so
will he jump off and over the hill next go?
I am bouncing and pouncing, laughing too
I have already lost my hat, a sock and a shoe.
he wanted to snuff and smother the fire but was at a loss
She had gotten out of control, and was now tasting some moss.
She ran through the forest, and high up on elm hill.
Heading toward his pride and joy, his moonshining still.
He ran toward the fire begging her to please stop.
But instead, she jumped a fence and took another little hop.
She was heading toward his neighbor’s barn, he was in trouble now.
No, I have no idea, he liked to the firemen, a forest fire, wow!
Ford smacked into the Cadillac
but why didn’t you hold her back?
Ford has her own ways Buick said
She’s out of control and two are dead.
the yard called my name
thick clusters of tangled grass
mower shut down quick
Created from society
Controlled substance of what we should be.
Don't do that.
Be bright not flat.
You're this you're that.
Close your eyes don't think to much.
If you get to high they'll use your crutch.
We are but pieces in a game.
Don't show too much hide your flame.
Our intelligence based on a test.
Get an A without common sense.
Dress yourself in what we show.
Don't drive to fast don't drive too slow.
We are but animals in a cage.
At least we can write on a page.
Don't let them dull you.
Don't follow along too.
Be yourself open up.
Don't drink the poison in the cup.
Watch everything don't be a sheep.
For we are feeding from the government's teet.
Don't let yourself hang by strings.
Their little puppet the money, their kings.
Break the walls.
Mute the calls.
Stare straight through them all.
Break the mold
You'll have to be bold.
Don't follow in traffic
Make sure you craft it.
Take your steps.
Make a mess.
Shine that light
Your individual bright.
The remote control seemed to hang in the air
as it described a perfect arch towards the pool,
flying, hands-free, in its own metaverse;
a surreal image, frozen not by it, but of it.
The tiny buttons, scrambled over, a moment ago,
glinting in the sun. PAUSE, clearly showing upon one.
Also frozen, on the fifty-two-inch flat screen,
the losing goal. That cost the match ~ caused the flight.
Oh Lord, my time is running out.
Obedience, I try, but my flesh is weak.
Overwhelmed with life, I shout.
Outnumbered by my own feelings,
Over-spilling, yet it's my own undoing.
Obstacles come from every direction slapping my cheek.
Over and over, steering, jerking me, left to right
Out of control at moments, it bites.
Once again Lord, stand by my side, unfurl
Outstretched arms and take control of my world.
7/7/2022
I have time to do something and I have to roll my eyes.
Because there are sixteen ideas arguing among themselves.
If they could ever agree, it would be a miracle.
They are trying to outshout each other. On the verge of violence.
Don’t feel bad, a friend says.
My ideas are slapping and slugging each other now.
One of them killed another one yesterday.
I feel blessed.
Life spinning out of control
it seems these days
that life is spinning out of control
everyday the news is grim
more people are dying
as the virus spreads out of control
but in these days
where everything seeks
to be beyond our control
it is best to remember
to worry about
those things
one can control
and the rest
will take care
of it self
you can only control
yourself
and your emotions
so step back
relax
and take control
of your mind
that is only way to cope
when the world
seems out of control
writers digest prompt to write a “control poem”
One day, two days, three days,
Breathe;
One minute, two minutes, got three?
Maybe;
Even if I forever walk this world alone
four minutes, five minutes
Damn it! I will be stone;
One second, two more seconds,
Tasting eternity;
I will walk by and ignore the symmetry;
One time, two times
as many as it takes;
Until I get through eight hours
with no shakes;
One dance, two feet,
ignore the flushed cheeks;
It’s just the sound of my heartbeat.
One week, two weeks
as many moments as it takes;
Until my emotion’s control
I completely break.
Wore her heart upon her sleeve
Her pain behind a smile
Hoped that pain would leave
Seems it only would beguile
How life had become a chore
Bowed down to the shame
Forgot what true love was for
Again she would taste the blame
Wished for a love that's true
Yet just being fed hurtful lies
Bit off more than she could chew
To choke upon her soft sighs
Darkness became her reality
Felt she had lost her very soul
No longer held rationality
While life spun out of control
Losing your mind
Things are getting out of control
Feeling as though you are no longer whole
Digging yourself a deep hole
Can't seem to take control
Loosing focus can't concentrate on the main goal
Running out of time, no self control
Feeling as though your mind is about to explode
No place to hide or offload
Things are getting to out of control
Find a place where you can be safe and whole
Before you lost the will to save your own soul
My tongue was burned out of my face today
This happens more and more often
I used to be able
to warm up the chlli
to the perfect temperature.
I am clearly losing it.
My dog is crowding me out of my recliner
I thought I was a rhino. She dwarfs me.
I am trying to remember if that means she is
Bigger or I am bigger.
She feels bigger, but still,
I must be losing it.
My self-imposed TV watching moronic state
Has kept me immobile and unhappy for
Hours. Why have I not jumped out of this
Stupor and done something fun?
I head toward the chili.
A prediction for the unforeseeable
the somehow mishaps inescapable
and accidental omen to avoid
the illogical cat's-paw of capricious fate
irregular in it’s certainty
and a trip into oblivion's insecurity
And quick with madness comes within the snag of its trap
a fearful searchlight hunting darkness for an exit
a safety-valve to escape this orderly chaotic
to rape the mundane of it’s blessed intellect
stupidity is the face
indecorously it anticipates, the sporadic
Creating calendars and hours in tempos measurements
an organized emporium of disorganized events
occasionally indeterminate is its recompense
for the all too steady flow of time
the clock springs of the aeon
digitally unwind
With no embrace to harmonize the anarchy
instead the well ordered dystopia of make believe reality
and chaos simply is too simply out of control
and all this life is far too erratically, unpredictable
so save this lunacy, save it from the clown of chance
luck would keep us sane
all ribbons and bows keep it in a well presented box
and if by the enchantments of its chain
save us from the risky cat’s paw of capricious fate
Spiraling out of control
Need to find something
To keep me from falling
Further into the abyss
Overwhelming sadness
As well as fear
Has taken over
Wreaking havoc
Searching for tranquility
Looking for peace
Where is my lifeline
I’m at the end of my rope
Better tie a knot
Hang on for dear life
I see the sunshine in the distance
Just out of my reach
I extend my hand toward it
Hoping something will help me
Find my way back
From the darkness
That has become my reality
I will not give up hope
I will find my way back
Just focus on the light
And stop looking down
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