Memes mined
By Heck
We all whined
All thanks to tech
Should be opined
What the feck
Life is a grind
On others check
Don’t be unkind
Only takes a sec
Clouds silver lined
But crowds have a peck
On weak dined
Even a speck
Don’t be blind
Bullies an emotional wreck
Plays with their mind
Then hit the deck
Should be enshrined
Life can be a trek
We’re all entwined
So on spec
Love should find
Even just a fleck
Good times shined
So wind in your neck
Mind is a wreck
All angles I’m under attack
From the past haunting my movements
To the present kicking me in the face
Lost of thoughts, no where for them to go
Lots of questions and no solutions
No where to turn, no help in sight
I constant battle between freight and flight
Mind spinning in every direction
No calming no peace
Just my mind flying at speed
Being pulled in every direction
The power of thought can be deceptive
Leading me down a dark path
No new discovery just trauma
Feel like I’ve been beaten and bruised
Head is so full of trauma and developing PTSD
When peace doesn’t feel like quiet
And rest don’t feel like stillness
The mind failing like the body
Panic behind every thought
Completely lost behind this nightmare
after a car wreck
your life is never the same
others keep living
I've been replaced by a lap dog~at least it's cute,
Its poppy brooch glows bright on its dainty neck.
It yaps and leaps, and like me, its poops pollute,
But could it endure a long and rugged trek?
I’d wager it’d fail~a weary, broken wreck.
Eons ago pirate ship sailed oceans wild
Old Jolly Rodger flew proudly in the wind
It met its demise when crew were beguiled
On merciless rocks it was pinned.
These days just a pile of rotting timber
Lead treasure chest is who knows where
Crew long dead are spirits that whisper
When they died did they utter a prayer?
White bleached bone is scattered on shore
Mixed with timber from doomed ghost ship
Ocean is angry and seagulls' soar
Desolation prevails held tight in its grip.
Grey ribs arc skywards
desiccated skin stretched taut
curved spine embedded
I come here often, stop,
and from the river bank, watch
the ribs of an old wreck break through
the surface on an ebbing tide.
After all this time it still seems
to crave for breath, to air
its last remains.
Whatever past it has
no longer resides in living memory
but in a paragraph inked
in a shipping registry sunk
deep in the basement
of the Maritime Museum,
or is somewhere forever becalmed
in a photograph,
time frozen on a sepia sea.
But this morning I took it in,
gave my mind
to its hollowed out hull
and let imagination
lift it from the mud and make
it whole. I sailed it
out of the suck of time
and set it upon an open sea
and as its sails billowed
across my mind, I got the sense
that throughout all the wear
of passing time,
it had been waiting for me.
Pure Christianity forges ahead..'
Amidst these days of dread
Changless, by day; hour years!
Immutable truth ever near.'
Smashing chains and fear
Though the season is drear
It never falters, it holds so dear'
A kernel; that ever seeds; Love
Gifting to humans born from above.!
The cold water lapped
At the dilapidated remains of the vessel.
Echoes of laughter
From so many summers past,
Now a distant memory.
As nature takes hold
Returning the wood to the Earth.
Strong winter winds blown specs
Of soil to settle in cracks.
As spring broke, seeds burst forth
Finding a nest to settle and grow.
New life from the dying remains.
Like a phoenix rising after death.
Reformed, renewed.
A now living monument to the holiday home of the past.
Old Number 9 was heading down the line,
All clickety clack on the railroad track.
It was making time, looking so sublime,
Wore a coat of black on its iron back.
Going round the bend, moving at top end,
The Engineer's eyes spied a big surprise.
And that one detail was a missing rail,
With a lack of ties, was the train's demise.
Now hitting the brake was a big mistake,
It was way too late for the engine's fate.
Flipping on its side, took a gravel ride,
Like a metal plate on an icy grate.
With a hundred cars under twinkling stars,
Showered through the sky, how the sparks would fly.
Followed in its path of colliding wrath,
After savage cry, the caboose would die.
Every broken wheel and this mass of steel,
Was now laid in check on the earthen deck.
With the cargo's pride that was once inside,
Scattered all to Heck, just another wreck.
Too many listen and give in to domestic terrorism/
Home’s a wreck and terror’s risen for our children/
Most don’t inspect many carry on missing radicalism in their own colosseum/
No call to see ‘em no wall we’ll greet ‘em /
I’ll sprawl and take any call to free them from whatever bad man/
From the tales we’re told as kids too tall for our short attention span/
To the guide rails blurred /
As they asked his to crawl when they need to get walking/
You see them down that’s the only way you’re kicking it with kin/
It’s true I’m on a path of a one pony savior gripping it and withering/
All new weathering whether winning or taking a slipping loss never falling/
Re-gripping your loft to grow a new crop for your own sods sawing
yesterday
watched men try to ride
in some graceful fashion
a flying, spinning, gyrating, horned beast
for eight seconds
probably should feel sorry
for the exploited beasts
but none of them grimaced in pain
and limped away cradling
an injured limb
however
there was this weird,
hornless, white as snow "thing"
lurched out, fell back on the chute,
reeled and tipped, almost falling,
then it bucked, finally
too late for any good
red flagged when he stumbled
out of the gate
that sorry freak of an animal
is half the rider's score
if he can't do his part
it's a re-ride (on something better)
correct for me
to pity that poor creature,
I know–but––really?
his name was Trump Train
I'm gonna go find an election prop
and bet all I can wager
his namesake
doesn't survive the primaries
Trump Train
yeah, right
more like
Trump Train Wreck
she heard the ambulance coming
the sound was surreal
she was in shock
still trying to figure out what had happened
body in the car was hanging back in its seat
mouth wide open
she did not know her teeth were this ugly
close your mouth! she instructed her corpse
Clickity clack, clickity clack
the sound keeps coming back
I remember the ride,
had time to bide,
as the train clattered along.
We swished and swirled further beyond
the burbling golden pond
than I had ever been,
affirmed my grin,
as the train whizzed gaily along.
I remember the zip and zap,
then the sharp, sudden snap,
my head against the seat
and the fierce heat
as the train swiftly zoomed along.
I remember the sudden smash,
the sound of booming crash,
dreadful growling rail wheels,
turned on their heels
as the train shrieked and screeched along!
There are two trains comin
Both on this same track
One is at my face
The other at my back
We all know what will happen
We all know how this will end
So let’s cut out the bull
And stop trying to pretend
I’m headed for a train wreck
It becomes clearer every day
So stop trying to deny it
Cause no matter what you say
We both know that it’s over
We both know that I’m through
No matter where I run to
No matter what I do
We all know I’m a dead man
The end will not go well
With the life that I’ve been livin
I’m headed straight to hell
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