Dirty and cheap at the same time.
Like mountains you can die climbing.
Got dirty (didn’t pay much) and still died.
So the mountain outnumbers us.
Someone like me who is cheap.
And likes to cheap out.
Does not possess much.
Except the weird map.
If I get up there.
Like a podium, but it’s too cold.
I would fly into the air.
As the avalanche chases me.
Recklessly eating all the rations.
As if I’m hiding them from my partners.
But no one ever follows me.
And my stingy path.
I got blood from a cut and dirt all over the snow.
Everything like that gets covered up by the Agents.
I could have bought a satellite phone.
Phone, phone, phone…
You can live really cheaply.
Or die just as cheaply.
Get discovered one day.
But it always snows again.
Categories:
outnumbers, angst,
Form: Free verse
One
Or two
Maybe three
Or perhaps, four
Five is pushing it
It’s surely never six
And seven would be insane
On eight my chin would hit the floor
But nine is just eight with enhancements
While ten almost outnumbers commandments
Ten means there’s someone for etheree one
Nine is four pairs and a spare, not two
Eight?…… two to the power of three
Seven? three boys, but girls - four ;-)
Six; break an egg - that’s five
Five - coochy coo: six
Four from seven?…
Three (not eight)
Two?….. nein!
Won? :-(
Categories:
outnumbers, addiction, humorous,
Form: Etheree
They never say one word
when they can say ten,
they cannot have a thought
without saying it then;
this world we live in,
I, the loner, decry.
They see someone listen,
and then think that they scheme,
that a lack of interest
means you’re surly and mean;
this world we live in,
I, the loner, decry.
They drag you out drinking
when you just want to read,
can’t get in your headspace
or comprehend your needs;
this world we live in,
I, the loner, decry.
See you solitary
and to you they go,
think that it’s a favor,
but you’re ready to blow;
this world we live in,
I, the loner, decry.
They have us outnumbers,
but we have all the guns,
change always emerges
from the will of odd ones;
this world we live in,
we, the loners, design.
Categories:
outnumbers, how i feel, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
Take me down the lonesome path where the dark wind blows
A deathly silence grasping takes control
I'll lead you past the dreaded masks of those who came and lost the game
Where shadows beckon princes to the abyss
So long ago we journeyed to this land of old
Forever we wander black skies...
Old tales be told awarning those who search for gold
The dragon lives in my eyes...
The birds that pass our battered masts rave accursed melody
An omen to the whirlwind who outnumbers
We raged across the bloody seas of death defying mystery
Chanting ancient words against the thunder
So long ago we journeyed to this land of old
Forever we wander black skies...
Old tales be told awarning those who search for gold
The dragon lives in my eyes...
Categories:
outnumbers, addiction, adventure, corruption, dark,
Form: Lyric
Cover-ups, deceit and lies with every word spoken
Donald and Hilary all morals continually broken.
What is it with the times
no honest politician can we find.
They slip and slide just outside the truth
expecting our vote in the polling booth.
Nothing seems to change the repertoire
she said, he said, honesty in the reservoir.
Past mistakes they say
different from who they are today.
Ashamed I am
of both republican and democratic stands.
The average citizen outnumbers all
but we are the ones who take the fall.
Give me and honest man or woman
to keep the nation from its ruin
This is the saddest state of affairs
do any of our representatives care?
Categories:
outnumbers, political,
Form: Rhyme
Hold onto useless effort, so revile
that anger can endanger, why then smile
it is this brief insurgence we are vile
and to ourselves most guilty in compile!
The working wonder of concepts worthwhile
is building to inception, runs the mile,
the keeper of Invention is not style
but rapt conception of a newer trial!
Restoring dignity, an armor of discourse
from refuse, that dependent samples source,
it is that by experience know resource
is not the score of wealth, not vital . . porous!
Resolve of merit, inner peace concourse
that mind's injunction knows its own remorse,
complacency outnumbers its enforce
as useful only ~ loss is . . . . teaching's storage.
Categories:
outnumbers, repetition, teacher,
Form: Monorhyme
I cry until my entrails are laid out before me.
I watch the vultures,
My insecurities feast on my nerve ridden stomach.
I’ve repeated the cycle for many days.
My love forever stains
This sea of linens which was once our home.
The call of the sirens is strong
And resisting drives us mad.
How do I know my attempts are not in vein?
Is this futile?
The upkeep of this tree outnumbers the fruit.
I do not blame nature.
I allowed this.
As soon as I walk away you fully blossom.
I was always cursed with bad timing.
I must now focus on my own flowers sprouting
Before I plant anymore seeds.
You will continue to grow
As you always have.
And I’ll still marvel at your beauty from afar.
What a grand tree you were.
I retract my own roots and return to my bed.
I reminisce until I drift away.
Becoming a prisoner of my head.
Seeing pictures of you and me
And dreaming of what was and what will be.
Categories:
outnumbers, girlfriend-boyfriend, loss, lost love,
Form: Free verse
My love, annihilation of consign
that thee, in aptitude, would frown on mine.
While adaptation vaguely draws the line,
that narrow thrust so vandalizing time.
Lean softly, thee contingent nature's rhyme
against my thought, a broaching matters fine,
staves holding only once in graces' entwine,
foreverness of love, a foul remind.
Indemnities research, cruelties ingest
preponderance so delivering fatal sign,
a faction not allowing heart's impress
outnumbers even reason for its crime.
So gloating, but for glory of conquest,
conviction stalling not this mire's assign,
some anger amplifies as in redress,
while warring carries on in merit's twine!
That bullish aggravate would thee confess,
this mulling captive loves thee with design,
before thy hand moves to refuel express,
admit our love is victim, we its pine!
Categories:
outnumbers, passion,
Form: Verse