A matter of perspective
Here I stand, ready,
Open to a world of
Possibilities
Emerging before me.
Here I stand, ready,
Open to a world of
Possibilities
Emerging before me.
Predator on a hunt
reeling them in with
eye-contact and a smile -
You’ll never see it coming.
Gaol for the wretched
Inmates who shout and slam
Ball fists, raised high,
Brought down upon the bars
Encircling the riff raff.
Roaring loudly of their humiliation,
Incensed at their circumstances…
Sadly, it’s their own noise which
Hinders understanding and empathy.
Leisurely he mounts
An iron horse, long-tamed,
To meander through the winding streets
Endless in the morning haze.
Seized at the seams
and unraveled;
visceral screams
echo for miles…
My crimson thread:
exhausted at last.
A month spent
playing around and
really enjoying the
intricacies of
language.
- This is the end of the acrostics and next month will be limericks.
Flesh, gripping to alabaster bone,
blood, pumping to the metronome,
heart, the will that is our guide
soul, the truth that lies inside.
Churning river water,
heavy with white foam,
overflowing past its limits,
perhaps as encouragement.
Dirty little things/
inside me/
scratching at my belly/
eating my guts/
and soon - very soon - they’ll/
seep into my heart, brain, lungs/
enter my core and I’ll
die, shitting myself soon after.
Silent fingers reaching,
eyes are all ablaze -
crowds are no deterrent;
read the answer in my
eyes to the question
that you don’t need to ask.
Of all the people I’ve
Met, loved, and managed to
Fuck up a relationship with -
Girl, you are the one I regret the most.
A casual remark
pulls at my frame of mind
and lifts me up to heaven
or torments me in hell with
ranges of negative emotions.
Sometimes,
I just have to
lean back and
enjoy life’s
numerous sources of
constant
entertainment.
Sweet as a cloudy sky,
dreams that go drifting by,
beautiful scenes before my eye.
