Infinite bottomless
Infinite limitless
Limitless stamina
Limitless energy
Energy overload
Energy burdening
Burdening burgeoning
Burdening flourishing
Flourishing enterprise
Flourishing company
Company safeguarding
Company sheltering
Sheltering enemies
Sheltering predators
Predators sauntering
Predators wandering
Wandering aimlessly
Wandering mindlessly
Mindlessly faltering
Mindlessly fidgeting
Fidgeting nervously
Fidgeting worriedly
Worriedly galumphing
Worriedly galloping
Galloping anxiously
Galloping fruitlessly
Fruitlessly gathering
Fruitlessly harvesting
Harvesting wastefully
Harvesting foolishly
Foolishly challenging
Foolishly strenuous
Strenuous exercise
Strenuous practicing
Practicing stringency
Practicing discipline
Discipline lineage
Discipline progeny
Progeny fornicate
Progeny procreate
Procreate thoughtlessly
Procreate heartlessly
Heartlessly sickening
Heartlessly hideous
Hideous ordering
Hideous sequencing
Sequencing endlessly
Sequencing infinite
Endlessly…
Infinite…
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I think this may officially be a Whirtle McBlitz :-)
Categories:
stringency, nonsense, repetition,
Form: Blitz
Bill is my name, fresh-pressed, dressed in all green,
flaunting the face of a president.
I have long been a resident,
resting in your fold.
Envy may be a guest when I'm seen,
And people treat me like gold.
I'm a man of trade, made valuable by trust.
I can be a fool for stringency
or a tool for generosity.
Use this time for introspection.
I'll reveal your motive of kindness or lust.
Your use of me is your reflection.
I am wanted everywhere I effect,
a hot topic on Wall Street,
known by strangers before our first meet.
Dollar is my alternate name.
Make sure you treat me with respect
for I can bring you honor or shame.
Written 4-20-18
Categories:
stringency, giving, green, introspection, meaningful,
Form: Personification
I dream in shades gray as life passes me by, I’ve lost
the color and wonder, deeply I sigh.
Alone and in solitude, for eleven years this road I tread,
memories fade and I age, til their gone this I dread.
Institutional walls of gray and it’s system dance a jig on
my soul, so close to institutionalized, losing myself deeper
in this fold.
Violence and stringency, a crazy combination; on the surface
control, below all’s illusion.
A cry in the night from a dream of my past, nine more to go
until color at last.
But for now my seas are gray, the rain clouds too. My pen
my only avenue, for my soul I wish to soothe.
Gray clouds and rain, a constant familiar. I brood on my
thoughts; anger simmers.
Simmering to the surface like a toxic sludge. My anger spills
over, on all that is lost.
Lost in my mania, skipping along the edge. Gray and depressed,
myself I dread.
Categories:
stringency, depressiondream, anger, dream,
Form: I do not know?