At times I wish I could be just like you
Who does not care what repurcuasions sow
From actions taken that make me feel good
As public image of me does not grow
And melo-o-dramatic I may feel
I have no confidence nor want so real
To publicly expose my inner self
So all my feelings lay upon a shelf
Peruse if you so choose to look around
At all my feelings there not on display
For these are what I dare not yet express
But brewing still are thoughts I dare not say.
On wings
I fly
Up to
The sky
I soar
With ease
For miles
And miles
My wings
Are not
Of flesh
And bone
Aircraft
Construct
Metal
Fancy
If there’s a goal you think you’ll hit this year
But once per day becomes success you say
Then think perhaps if daily is so right
Since daily goals are hard to nail down tight
Instead you may find outcomes based in weeks
And partials of them doth your mind then seeks
Do not let limits in success prevent
The progress of your character contend
Lamentable offense is naught but this:
To fail and stop.
New year
New me
Or thats what they say
When they don’t know what they mean
Each year is the same
If you only say the words
Real change comes from
Flying with the birds.
in the absence of
another sense
we make up what
we want to see
and with the light
we somehow say
a star is shining brightly
whenever you
think you can’t see
look up to those around
find patterns in the stars
and let them guide your way
Sometimes in life you get bad luck
And that’s the way it goes
For always having good luck is
Less common than a rose
But luck exceptionally bad
Is on occasion seen
I went all in on pair of nines
And beat by pair of queen
Bears aren’t all bad.
Some may maul severely
But that’s the baddies.
And many more aren’t
So threatening to strangers
Friendly bears become friends
When friends feed willingly
For hands honey-fied find
Tongues licked, lacking teething.
Empty hands herald eating
Either way, which explains
Why people protest whenever
A bear becomes admonished
Suddenly by bullets shot
From rangers’ rifles freely.
It becomes better if
Bears left living by
Their own original traits
Of nature, not of
Human desire. Don’t hunt
Or interact, if opportunities
Present themselves to pet
Curious bears. Be cautious.
I get it.
The flat earthers, I mean.
Well, sort of.
The idea that
There’s a finite boundary.
That this is all there is.
That our knowable world is
Contained in a comprehensible scope.
The idea that
Nothing else out there
Is important
Beyond the ice wall.
The idea that
It’s all as it looks.
I get it.
It’s comfort.
It’s ego.
It’s…
Sometimes I wonder,
Where is the edge?
Where does this consciousness
Have a boundary?
Clearly it does not have
Infinite permeability.
Or does it?
Perhaps it is I
Who simply doesn’t want
To believe in the spherical
Nature of my own existence.
That I contain all that I am
And that I am actually limitless.
Perhaps it is I
Who cannot accept reality
That whatever I do or don’t
Accomplish is not because of
Some impassable ice wall but
My own self imposed restrictions.
Perhaps it is I
Who is the dumby.
How do I test that flat earth theory?
Is it that I must circumnavigate my own Earth?
In the month Of December I like to think I will remember What it’s like To be a child But when I do It’s very mild
Reponsibility Is what keeps us going And December Is like water flowing Over ice in a river Or sand on a beach The past is something We can never reach
I want to win a cycle race
On bikes with lots of gears,
But workouts they all bore to tears
And travel still’s a chore.
If I could magically compete
With neither time nor pain
I’d win the tour de france again
And win again some more.
So this is not reality
And I can not win free
Of effort nor of consequence.
It’s laziness for me.
I’ll take breaks but
I ain’t stoppin
Cuz bad poetry gets
My creativity poppin
There once were creatures large as mice
With claws and fangs but oh so nice
The grimbletark was oft’ confused
With rodents which most folks refused
But grimbletarks they are so good
To people who will bring them food
For once or twice a grimbletark
Stared deep into men’s souls of dark
And saw the truth upon a field
Of stars and down on knees they kneeled
To beg of mercy from who’s mean.
Potatoes they brought out, and cream
A feast was had in aether-space
Stuffed bellies and a dirty face
Was all that’s left of grimbletarks
Now they’ve been ate. Extincted. Larks.
I forgot
I failed
But all that matters is
I continue
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That is all.
Thank you.
At once, I got along with him, the fool
A fool was I when younger years did show
This man and his forgotten lover’s rule
I broke the rule and then he came to know
We tread the waters equally in share
But dignity we simply couldn’t spare
For in these matters that pertain to love
Just one above, you see, just one above.
This venture is almost finished
The quest is almost done
But now his good name is tarnished
Tis sad what he’s become
Awake with a free’ed spirit
He sees a newer path
But twere he to try and walk it
He would succumb to wrath
It isn’t so easy always
As many are to say
But if you work all your days
You’ll have tried.
On a warm, summer day
With soft, light clouds
Hanging blissfully upon
A gently pale blue sky,
I walk the rocky trail
With dog in tow and
Burdens upon my shoulders.
Today is but another
Day to have a journey
Where meaning comes from
All the thoughts that
Flicker and float through
My whirlpool of a mind.
I call the dog’s name
To hasten his step.
The light still shines
In his clouded eyes
And his tail wistfully
Wags, back and forth,
But joints which take
More energy to move
Than years before slow
Movement, but not his spirit.
He questions naught
And follows well
But steps soon falter and stop.
Laying down in earth
He pants to catch his breath.
His weight is limp upon my arms
The fur still soft and glossy
His breathing slow and labored, yet
This burden brings me comfort
The car we reach not far from here
And in the back he settles
We stop to get a tasty meal
And suddenly
I wake up.
I dont have a male dog.
It was all a dream.
Pickle boast
Trick or toast
Why do you
Correct the roast?
Pickle cross
Tarnished moss
I once ate half a watermelon
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A weeping willow wilts
With wind through sun-soaked leaves
While a pigeon shits
On corporately dressed businessmen
The pitter patter protests
A hundred needles on street bricks
Rejecting the sunny,
Cloudy morning
I watch in wonder
As people walk briskly
Through alleys
To eat at an overpriced cafe
I made this website
Because I was tired
Of writing my plays.
It’s a distraction of sorts.
Believe it or not
I wrote this poem
From my phone
If you think this isn’t
Actually a poem
You have too high standards
Sent from my iPhone