Awakened by a battalion,
Alienating thoughts berating me,
Separating my chance to see,
What could truly be,
Hindering my productivity,
A byproduct of society,
Quietly disrupts my day,
I try pushing them away,
Battling my way up,
Putting coffee in my cup,
The upper hand now mine,
As i find my way around,
Drowning out the noise,
I'm poised for progress,
Pressing on ahead,
My head a playground,
As thoughts bounce around,
Bound to my creation,
Some turning into sound,
As vibrations float around,
Grounding my energy,
Entertaining an entity,
The sensitivity grows,
I fall into the shadows,
No one knows how low,
I call out to my foes,
I know my purpose,
It's soon to surface,
We don't deserve this,
The Land was not for purchase,
It's time to repurpose your role,
As the whole regains control.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
bought a Sting Ray that was yellow.
He said, "Since cars haven't been invented yet,
I've no idea what to do with my Corvette."
Everyone had flowers they had purchased from a naked pig
He was riding around the square a second ago, said Mrs. Big
I am not sure I want to purchase from a naked pig I said.
Do not be so prissy said my jumble bumble cousin, Fred.
He likes things that are different, he likes weird and unique.
A bicycle came around the corner holding the pig I seek
The flowers were gloriously pretty, and the prices were low.
I forgot the pig was naked and promptly yelled “hello!”
you can keep the toke and the smoke
I am here for the freshly baked sweet
just a common, ordinary, sugar-loving folk
I adore this cream filled donut-like treat
others come in and out, but I hear them not
I do not care about gas or the mood-changing weed
completely immersed in the delicacy I just bought
For my next purchase I’ll take that muffin, in poppy seed
When you’re making a purchase
And there is a choice,
Do you settle or wait for
That yes-that’s-it! voice?
There are some who don’t care
And will buy the first thing,
Even if it is lacking
That makes-you-smile zing.
Yet others (like me) tend to
Wait for that spark,
Knowing much of what’s out there
Is missing the mark.
But the problem with waiting
Is that a delay
Could extend way beyond
What a snap judgment may.
In the meantime, you’re stuck with
An outdated couch
(Or whatever) and everyone
Thinks you’re a slouch.
If you settle or wait,
Either way it’s okay
For it’s deeply embedded
In your DNA.
With visions grand, Trump to buy and claim
Canada, Greenland, Panama
In this bold, contentious game
© daniel miltz
Watched by a rat
As he snored in a mat …
Just like the rat
Abominably fat …
Still wearing a fanciful hat
He’d for it parted with a bat:
To many witnesses “A Good Bargain”
To a Smarter Few, “No Loss, No Gain” …
And Fat Sleeper still had an unfinished fish:
Just an hour ago his dinner wish
And right now a rat’s collecting wish
Especially as he’d held it and it seemed childish!
“But how possible by a rat?”
Sadly, neither possible a wake-up pat
And Statement of its Rat Purpose
After interrupting human repose!
There, a brainstorming just stood or sat,
Merely self consoling that Mr. Fat
Was still delaying his purchase of a cat.
daily I went to Roldan' bakery
task that I performed with mastery
it rained the bag of bread wet...
to solve it I doffed my shirt
bread safe... was applauded for bravery
Expectantly through the dingy window I gape
Lucid for now but only flickering
Waiting not so patiently, coveting escape
Reflecting on the spectral fervent whisperings
Drawn deeper into the haunted labyrinth
Crushed by the ache of this place
Catching fleeting images...a list of failed intents
Heavy darkness; I cannot breathe within this dying space
Floating slowly through the murk
Like the ghostly answer in an eight ball
Silently pondering every little quirk
Forced into silence by a sudden free-fall
Strobe-light convolution as I twist and writhe
The dingy window my only hope
But insanity knows not of this: refuses to recognize
Through sickly illumination.....now I see the scope
The nature and flow of destruction
Like lava beds ebbing slowly through a dying wood
My heart races with unwelcome knowledge and recognition
…There is no way out because this dingy window is my
prison-cell view to the normal world
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