Random words
Random.
My Son, My life, my wife, my strife.
My kin, my skin, begin, my sin -
Random.
Confession, rejection, selection, aggression
Direction, reflection, abject protection.
Random.
Blended, amended, begin it! - beginning,
Loops, strongholds, strong winds;
I'm winning.
Stranded elated, justly created,
Prepared, discreet, off-ended…debated.
Random.
Kept, confirmed, saved from burn…
The alter, the sacrifice,
All prices.
Unsystematic the Ransom.
HE JESUS; For JES - US, [just us]
HE paid it.
Categories:
unsystematic, deep, emotions, hope,
Form: ABC
She was a daring escape artist,
secret agent in her own maniacally
complicit central intelligence gravitas,
gritting darkly ravaged plug-in gray matter
weapon of choice - unsystematic wordy tumult
seducing unhinged recondite translations
Categories:
unsystematic, allegory, emotions, hyperbole, identity,
Form: Free verse
He awakes
two full hours
later than usual.
Well his dreams
disturbed his sleep
several times just before dawn
and he awoke to a safe place
where everything gradually made sense.
And the cat came in
fell asleep on his legs.
Samuel is grateful to the cat
for crediting him with humanity,
believing that cats have
a way of honoring those
fundamentally good, at least not harmful.
Samuel is sorry to miss
the early morning hours.
The satisfying
part of the day will abruptly end
as sources of irritation soon
begin filtering through his life.
But the sun is gleaming in the Winter sky.
The trees seem supernaturally tall,
dark lines of the branches,
nude branches like bones
ooze upward and outward
through unsystematic pathways in space.
He wonders how the trees
choose the holes in space through which
the branches expand.
They are amoeba like,
protoplasm squirts up
through invisible narrow channels in the air.
Categories:
unsystematic, cat, dream, tree,
Form: Grook
The night air is cool and collective,
Running through my hair and face.
Even when I’m with people, I feel alone
In this cold blooded space.
It’s like walking through a garden
Of all your favorite foods,
But none of which can substantiate
For that one so special mood…
That mood,
that beautiful frame of mind.
I only go there with you,
And only you can make it unwind.
I discovered a passion unlike any other
And in my finding I opened a world,
A world I did not know existed.
I’m on cloud nine every time I think of you,
Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart.
This garden holds many beautiful things
Many delightful pleasures,
Many cold nights,
Warm nights,
Difficult frights,
Ecstatic times and unsystematic times!
But they mean nothing to me,
While I’m alone…
Walk with me through this garden.
Categories:
unsystematic, adventure, beautiful, beauty, caregiving,
Form: Free verse