What is a better life to you
and is it what you think?
Is that the thing you want to do
or is it not the trink?
Have you a way to see the world
that makes it better for you?
Or are you sure you haven't thought
more things are meant just for you
Perhaps to put the others first
means happiness around
Or just the people you would want
without their horrible found
To say you'd want a better way
might be to help them out
By giving them more easy krind
to offer them some sout
To offer them what you would want
an easy way of life
To see the neighbor just as you
some help and some trife
Where all could be as God could see
combarein to a cause
Of helping others see the light
and working for their flaws
Categories:
trink, appreciation, life,
Form: Quatrain
It started with a drink I drank till drunk
when I started to wonder if I'd blink till blunk.
As I opened my eyes in a stink I stunk
and I started to think and thank till thunk.
Life beginning to sink, it sank till sunk.
I was feeling the fink; a fank with funk.
With my money going clink and clank till clunk,
I was poor to a plink of a plank gone plunk.
When I thought of a link I had linked till lunk,
come as fast as a mink of a mink gone munk.
And I started to write in an ink gone unk,
just to write down a story in the pink gone punk.
Then I started to slink and slank till slunk,
all from writing a story of kink and kunk.
Just afraid of an ending that I'd flink and flunk
as if out on the rink to rank my runk.
All to make me a trink of a trank to trunk.
I was rich in a prink of a prank gone prunk.
Categories:
trink, creation, children, kids, fun,
Form: Monorhyme
Roaming around lonesome with no friend to speak
My days have reached there peak
I can and only think
To express this missing lost trink
With destanys that have not been seen
From the likes of any beings
I cease to exist now with altered perception
indefinitely striving measuring up a certain perfection
My etheric body which does not have a physical form
Is on a path that cannot be walked upon
This cannot be seen, heard or felt
But can only be reached by knowing ones self
Categories:
trink, death, imagination, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Imagism