Rivers run from the corners of his eyes,
Heavy currents ramping over high cheeks.
No longer present is the stoic guise,
Evidence of a broken heart from deep within it leaks.
Windows of a beaten soul,
Once distinctly opaque.
Now, a heavy broken heart that's unwhole,
Barely standing is a man who has felt a heartquake.
Everything you see is fashion
From just simple tattered dress
A carpenter hammering a nail
A boy riding a bicycle
A lady poses for a selfie
Throng of people walking the street
A taho vendor in the sidewalk
An office lady typing on her computer
A simple bartender mixing wine
A cook cooking in a simple kitchenette
A construction worker hauling debris
Those passengers lining waiting for a bus
A painter painting sunset at the bay
A mother breastfeeding a baby
A cow eating grass in the field
A bee hopping in every flower sipping for nectar
The busy street like Binondo during Sunday
The passing of the Comulus clouds
The scattered leaves on the backyard
The birds plucking dried grass for a nest
The ads on tv commercial and billboards
Those ramp model ramping on a stage
A newscaster casting the news on tv
Two person playing chess religiously
People in political rallying on the streets
People praying inside the church
A family eating their lunch on a buffet resto
Two people walking hand in hand
Everything that is not moving and moving
It's all fashion for me.
the barnyard competition is ramping up, fowls are in a foul mood.
Farmer’s wife brings out some pathetic, wetted down poultry food.
Farmer will be by in a second she says, as the competition gets fierce.
We know he has a first name, we have heard her call him “Pierce”.
Green hen is doing a lot of bragging about being the prettiest bird.
Yellow spotted hen is rolling her eyes; she says “my word!”
Baby chicks are gathering, thinking they have a chance to win.
Until Pierce comes along, bringing a male peacock in.
Americans today are quite polarized
All we do is complain and criticize
The rhetoric ramping ever upward, uncivilized
The ranting and the raving has us desensitized
We sorely need something to mobilize us
An event to overwhelm and mesmerize us
E.T., please come back to Earth and hypnotize us
Leave us not to our own devices...
Random thoughts..
I realize that i love you..not because of who you are...but because of how i feel when i am around you...
I realize that you and i could easily go our separate ways..and yes...maybe we would be ok...
but i have seen us..together...i see how you look at me...and is mirrored through your eyes...I see the long walks...the strolls in the parks...I have seen through your eyes...I have seen you in the kitchen..preparing a delightful meal by candlelight.... us sitting beneath trees relating story after story...
I have seen through your eyes.. us dancing till our bodies are wet...I have seen us ramping ,not in a ramping shop...but us playing gleefully like children...forgetting time,forgetting space..forgetting place..
through your eyes i have seen us in a garden ..me hosing you in jest..you laughing ..though not finding it funny...
Then through your eyes i have seen us warmly embracing..bodies intertwined...bodies speaking without uttering a single word..
Now i know to you these may be unreal...but these are my dreams i see for us ...through your eyes..
endowing superlative creature comforts
reduce wretched survivors scant band of bare naked ladies
beastie boys, foo fighters espying counting crows
ready to buzzfeed toe kin *****sapiens
bereft, expunged, faux invincibility kickstarting
learning basic survival skills
forced to rescind twenty first century trappings
shifting paradigm sans primacy
pitting dishabille helpless imps against killers
who do not shrink from ethically principled
but give full reign to selfish callous deleterious foibles,
gruesome harmful indiscretions
sprouting with mushroom rhizome rapidity
ousting the omnipresently
(well nigh since time immemorial
virtues cultivated, futilely integrated, lending oomph
residentially, scientifically tendering ubiquitous DNA
foisting gabled, heralded, instilled,
justified kneaded love thy neighbor motto
lyft ting in one fell swoop delicately
embroidered, finely graven, heavenly ideals
no more patent leather shoes reflecting up
nor doodling Yankee staking claim to fame via feathered cap made of macaroni
thus such jingoistic, holistic, fabric ripped retroactively
ramping atavistic simian base,
thus leveling the playing field.
Ramping An Ragging Over A Game Delay
Ramping an ragging
Ragging and ramping
f#@~=%*!` ^& 8®?©
Over a baseball game delay
You’ve been stewing and brewing
What good is doing?
It won’t stop the rain
You’re only babbling to the wind
Let it register in your brain
Quit your shenanigans
Trying to get even
Will only get you breathing and
Heart beating too fast
It’s not difficult
Loosen up and act like an adult
I'm so annoyed
Get over your obsession
Quit your insane bellyaching!
There’s a hundred
Other channels to choose from
8/5/2015
My final fate has dare become.
In 48hr’s there will be no one.
I am not going to leave this Earth.
This is my home my kin, my dirt.
I am no different than our animals here.
Who gave them the right - to leave them here.
They say I should pack a bag - then go to a place unknown.
What place is that, surly its not my home.
I rather die - like I was meant to be.
My soul mate feels the same - so then we breed.
People are ramping -panicking around.
Running for their lives - only the rich has a way out.
Hours are up - no Earth to Be
My soul is saved - I am in heaven - I have Wings
True love(r) never dies, they say;
pun is more of a fun rhyme to sway.
As for whom this giggling heart
bleeds the most? Know, I always
carry mine with me, ‘til I become pond water;
and hidden not in my eyes, often awake for love,
as they easily show blushes of my thoughts,
ramping over the wall of judgment.
Alone I’ll not be and so is this dearest one;
darkness though life brings...
Among the sonnets, the 15th, my soul.
Too many secrets concealed,
even as I speak, to death a name’s been willed!