Money laughs in the daylight,
Showing off like it owns the
Block.
Every dollar retains a joke
And a bruise.
Quick to bless, quicker to
Bite,
It shifts moods like weather
On a bad street.
But after hours it cries quietly
Remembering every soul it eluded.
This small god with moods
Keeps moving-
Blessing, breaking never
Staring long.
The summer sun has had its peak
The days draw quicker to their close.
So when the light grows quieter,
It's settling in to sweet repose.
Humans and nature follow suit
As energy starts to wane.
We go into hibernation mode
While we shelter from the rain.
When the light grows quieter
Everything grows calm.
Until you've found you've overslept
As light no longer beats your alarm.
Some feel the melancholy of less light.
Their spirits start to dull.
However, the laws of nature show
That light too needs its lull.
Like a friend, the light will show
Even if for less.
All seasons round, the light will shine
To comfort and to bless.
I'm no grump
nor one to dump
let alone mock
but I can't like or lump
a pudgy frump
in a frock
who my world don't shock
yet here's the kicker
as a chick
she'd be slicker
and not to deride
but if she'd lose a few
a pound or two
the sooner the quicker
on either side
she'd be bodacious
I'd be flirtatious
and we'd roll and rock
around the clock
I listen to the wind as it dries my tears
because its flowing current is wiser than all my years.
~ Quote by poet
Wind is never silent, echoing its cries
It sings in the night to stars in celestial skies
Stories are told upon the rushing wind
but in the telling, never does it feel chagrined.
Quicker than a heartbeat, it errantly flies.
Across mountain peaks its music is heard.
In its harmony, I hear every word.
I feel the cold of its temperate sting
and with its beckoning lyrics, I sing.
When its message touches me, I'm stirred.
In a gentle voice through meadows, it talks
I feel like chasing it on morning walks
I'd rise with wildflowers to take flight,
soaring to the moon at its zenith height,
if I had pinion wings like eagles and hawks.
I listen to the wind as it howls without grace,
When it blows waves of saltwater in my face.
It speaks of love in such a solemn breath
In its stillness, I hear it mourning death.
Never, for very long does it stay in one place.
Laughed, as I had, and quicker
More hilarious
Running to me, it was life.
Tension's escape valve.
Sentiment, end of school day's
Burstingly echoed.
First, a gate through; then wall on
Wall, neighbourhood-aired.
As stern, and as unprepared
Subdues, to dissolve.
is a lesson
my son still doesn't
want to learn
However,
his mom's feet are quicker
than crickets
flicking off
a floor
on fire!
When the right song
is playing.
life is too good
for slow steps
Help me put the food away
Give the pasta box a good rattle,
the Windex needs constant
stirring!
Life isn't waiting
or watching
when we laugh
over spilled Ragu
The Eastern Towhee
finds me mildly amusing,
staring at me with one eye
from the almost empty feeder
These counter tops
are not marble,
some stains don't come out,
and the paint chips when I scratch it
Thank God I care about other things,
and I don't need an audience
to be happy
It can't get better
than dancing
in the kitchen
The form of a man
Armed, legged all display.
One more appendage, up,down
But unseen alway
Is what completes him.
A wing of desire.
Brings closer, quicker one's love.
Nor does ever tire.
This house has been set ablaze; ashes rain like snow,
covering what has become my deathbed.
A weighted blanket of ruins lies heavy upon my chest.
Laboured breaths and the taste of soot coat the back of my throat,
stifling oxygen from reaching the whites of enervated eyes.
Blue-tinted lips incoherently whisper, flirting with my demons,
living in purgatorial gloaming
whilst my spirit hovers between diminishing light and shadows.
Reality blurs, amalgamating with hallucinations
where demons dance in a macabre ballet,
reenacting repressed sorrows,
torturing an undead heart to the brink of insanity.
With each twirl, each act, tales of desperation are etched onto flesh.
Riverlets of blood stain the sheets bright red,
as tourniquets are nowhere to be found.
There is no way to halt the flow;
emotional instability will be my bloodletting.
Every second ticks by a little quicker
until each heartbeat grows fainter.
A clenched jaw relents,
eyes roll backwards,
and a damaged soul is severed from its mortal coil,
yet its fate is left undetermined,
flailing in the in-between forevermore.
For day is near, and I intend to wake
My love with little kisses on her cheek,
To make her flush, all for my loving sake,
She stirs,
With heaviness in mornings brittle span,
She mourns the night, and dreams a little more,
But there are times men must understand,
Not this time.
My strong inclination toward her mayhem
Drives my wild thoughts to tickle her sides,
No peaceful sway o’er my heart – reign, mayhem!
She’s awake!
I quickly retreat to my standing,
But she is quicker, and knocks o’er my landing.
Flicker
When skies are dark with clouds and rain,
When loved ones are far away again,
When there seems to be no way out,
And all you want to do is scream or shout,
Look for a small glimmer or flicker,
Those things that make our hearts race quicker.
Hope comes in all different shapes and colour's,
So remember when the world seems a little duller,
Look for the sun in the sky or the birds in the air,
and know that there is always someone who cares.
Expressing emotion for somebody
is a wonderful, delightful feeling;
so with true purpose and reason
we avoid the temptation of a fling,
making that person with sincerity
the main center of our attention.
I wouldn't love anybody
who doesn't show any thrill
for the delusive dream
I'm building;
I stopped at crossroads
ib confusion and saw
a hand reaching out to me,
I started smiling.
The delusive dream
is being realized
quicker than I had imagined,
sleeping upright
with thoughts of doubt
and dark insight:
I'm glad to say that Elise
came and stayed.
Elise was a beautiful rose
in a garden of lilies,
I spotted her on a walk
to the shoreline
when the sunset
had the pretty colors
of the butterflies:
she stood there
and asked me
to be my bride.
Adventure is an escape
to have fun,
there's no commitment;
a roulette spun:
freely giving, not anything worthwhile;
do we want this or love for a lifetime?
Quicker than life can blink, death lobs a bite
To end life's beauty with a startling jab
As swine rootling truffles, it stalks with might
Trapping motley, rich or poor to its web
Amidst pleasures, our finest hope they steal
And cast in vaults where upon we shall slab
And soils are strewn over without repeal
It’s a drab drape on our wound like a scab
Who can halt this dark implacable plight?
Even conjurors’ mourn this scaring blow
With grunts, in grief and so without respite
A lobbed spear from the earth's shady shadow
Would the hand of sorrow and death be nabbed,
Yet their clutch leaves the heart stabbed.
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Humans are the most selfish creatures on Earth,
The original parasites.
We latch onto each other, claiming life is unliveable without them,
Trapping them into our cycle of destruction.
Every human has a cycle of destruction,
Some slower, some more rapid.
Most people destroy themselves through drugs,
A quick hit that makes you feel instantaneously better, yet fades quicker.
Others destroy their thoughts, poisoning their minds.
Some destroy other people, gaining a small relief that the other didn’t hurt them.
Forget a fight or flight mentality,
It’s kill or be killed.
That is human nature.
We, the most selfish species on Earth,
Hunt our enemies, our friends, before they hunt you.
Vulnerability is our biggest weakness.
TILTED LOVE
Twas not the first, shan't be the last,
Only "Would that it were."
Tis the fool that spake against his heart.
The wise man's lost, he's sure.
The breach doth call his name, hence forth,
a soldier must obey.
The date is nigh when white flags fly
and hearts enter the fray.
Don Quixote Casanova,
charisma's, a-la-carte.
Store bought charm to diguise the lies
whose truth tears love apart.
Romance, ye old contentious dance,
the ballroom coup de grâse.
Truth beware, dare not to declare
quicker on loves draw.
Falling fast, loves spell's been cast.
It ends one of two ways,
advance and die, retreat to live,
and love another day.
Tik tok.
Suddenly, a white rabbit appeared from around the corner.
It's over.
I can't believe it.
I drop to the floor
Bury my face in the palm of my hands.
I feel myself slipping away
Quicker than quicksand in a cement mounted hourglass.
Thoughts race like a whirlwind
Surrounded by truth.
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