Someone slowly makes a move
Somewhere in the night
A light switch, a lighter
Some razor blade laughter
Making someone alright
For an hour or maybe two
Any more, you’re getting greedy
Drive her home in the morning
Any more, you’re getting needy
And who’s got time
For that in their life?
The dark bishops dismay
At this bleak array
Of black pawns hiding
Just out of sight
Oh I tried and I tried to let them know
But they hear what they want to hear
And they see what they want to see
And they stare in my general direction
But see anything but me
I will go gentle into that good light now
I will exit stage right
Who needs another to believe in
When the lid is shutting tight
Categories:
switch(a), angst, betrayal, death, depression,
Form: Rhyme
In life's dim rooms, where shadows often linger,
Hope flicks its switch, a luminous harbinger.
A candle's flame in sorrow's darkest nook,
Illuminates the pages of Joy's book.
Sunbeams pierce through doubt's heavy curtain,
Making the path of courage more certain.
Starlight twinkles in despair's deep well,
Breaking the spell of night's gloomy shell.
For the light in every corner shines,
A beacon of love that never declines.
Categories:
switch(a), imagery, imagination, inspiration, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Which witch would want to switch
With another witch who with a switch
would switch another witch who would
at a witch for being a . After
being a who was ing what
would be the reason for all the ing
coming from out of the mouth of a .
When the would have a son, the
son would be a son of . When his
son had a child, the son would have a
grandmother who was a who had
been a real bad in addition. He
became the grand child of a .
It would have to be with an an attached hitch.
The moral of all of this is as follows:
Have to a lot to be a who
would want to switch from one to
from another who was far away out
from a who was being a .
When being blown away, the
will never return. She became the
who will never return or ever return.
Categories:
switch(a), allegory, analogy,
Form: I do not know?
Mind Your Words
They are animals.
Wild and free when set go, and let go.
Be careful, they will rule and reign and rain…on your parade.
Leave out a common, switch a syllable, run on a sentence,
be marked down, and published a thousand times…
Best seller?
Words that are outlawed, “go to jail”, oh…that is just a fine!
Small and large symbols ill defined except by context of the event.
Conquerors change history, politicians change policies,
tearing down forever what they can not control.
If not by vote, then by edict.
Speaker of the house, holding the nation hostage as if above the law.
Taking our righteous words on paper and twisting them into new realms of a bad reality.
I want to say something.
I feel it coming up from somewhere deep inside.
Utterances of despair, songs without notes of music that can not be heard at all.
One person, one voice, one letter. The tide the dictionary has been burned.
The thesaurus has been placed in to jail, having received a life sentence.
God’s bible, the real Word, whispered, written, shouted and sung…Eternal!
Categories:
switch(a), america, autumn, bible, fairy,
Form: Free verse
Big brother stands still watching
His monitors, from on high
Evil always gets the switch
The switch that says goodbye
One day, he sees a lovely lass
He wants her, but there's a glitch
She loves the one that loves her
He stares at the goodbye switch
He knows, what he has to have
He gives the switch a shove
But big brothers, big brother
Stands watching from above
Categories:
switch(a), betrayal, corruption, desire, fate,
Form: Quatrain
Let it come
When it often got mentioned
Of time to come
In anticipation forward I peered
And I longed
That in a glimpse of time
I in utter agitation jot a line on time plane
Not in any way narrate an episode
Rather,
Let it flow I dared so
From memoirs interior
And my heart explicit split
At your intent disposal lay
A vent perhaps
I longed thence
That I may narrate
Or?
What was to embrace?
And bring it abreast engulf
Time in lapse erasing
What memoirs I had to refer
When often a song did beckon
Ideas in haste beeped a flip
And a flow they did fleet
I too longed for a chance
Like a trapper of moles evasive
That this so chance gather abreast embrace
And switch a current flow
My sole song
To lay the hurt into heart
This I have watched in utter prayer
Like a night watcher anticipating a dawn comes
Such a day behold
Let it be.
Categories:
switch(a), adventure, youth,
Form: Free verse