Came home to silence,
Set up to start my writing –
Now, noisy house mates.
07 June 2015
06 June 2015
"Oh, Thank Heaven!" (written for contest: "Sandwish") (P.o.t.D. 6/6/15)
Sandwiches at the 7-Eleven
Live for only two days, or perhaps three,
Before they're written off to some heaven -
At least, that's what the dumpster divers see...
I could say, "Oh, so much more...", but, "Alas!"
By working there, my words face an impasse.
Live for only two days, or perhaps three,
Before they're written off to some heaven -
At least, that's what the dumpster divers see...
I could say, "Oh, so much more...", but, "Alas!"
By working there, my words face an impasse.
02 June 2015
"Navigating Highs and Lows" (contest entry) (P.o.t.D. 6/2/15)
The summer that I just turned twenty-four,
A bipolar episode crossed my door...
Now that I have somehow turned forty-two,
I have learned tricks to appear sane to you.
Eighteen years of suffering strange mood swings
Has led to much pained wisdom that each brings.
A bipolar episode crossed my door...
Now that I have somehow turned forty-two,
I have learned tricks to appear sane to you.
Eighteen years of suffering strange mood swings
Has led to much pained wisdom that each brings.
01 June 2015
"Beauty at Dusk" (P.o.t.D. 6/1/15)
Bright spot at sunset -
Venus undressing, perhaps
Through bedroom windows?
Venus undressing, perhaps
Through bedroom windows?
31 May 2015
"Chocolate Chips" (P.o.t.D. 5/31/15)
Hiding deep within the wings,
As the crazy show goes on,
Manipulating some things
That create effects brazen...
Will I step into spotlights?
Or remain unheard, unseen,
Masked by shadows, no more brights.
What has Fate said, that I've been?
As the crazy show goes on,
Manipulating some things
That create effects brazen...
Will I step into spotlights?
Or remain unheard, unseen,
Masked by shadows, no more brights.
What has Fate said, that I've been?
29 May 2015
"Obsession" (P.o.t.D. 5/29/15)
Wide awake with words
Swimming like subconscious sharks;
They make me mental.
Swimming like subconscious sharks;
They make me mental.
24 May 2015
acrostic... (P.o.t.D. 5/24/15)
Am I awake, or a sleeping zombie?
Nothing spins my mind like thought tornadoes -
Growing such grand replays within my head -
Enter people telling me that I'm wrong,
Reasoning with flawed logic, emotion...
Seems like science is under such attacks
Everywhere I look, without mercy,
Eroded by popular opinions
That won't face up to lining up the facts.
How has the wool been pulled over our eyes
Every day by snake-oil debators?
Saddens me, that this - this is our culture...
Nothing spins my mind like thought tornadoes -
Growing such grand replays within my head -
Enter people telling me that I'm wrong,
Reasoning with flawed logic, emotion...
Seems like science is under such attacks
Everywhere I look, without mercy,
Eroded by popular opinions
That won't face up to lining up the facts.
How has the wool been pulled over our eyes
Every day by snake-oil debators?
Saddens me, that this - this is our culture...
23 May 2015
"Strengthen, Oh Capillaries!" (P.o.t.D. 5/23/15)
Wouldn't it be nice
If poems flowed from my fingers
Like blood through my heart?
If poems flowed from my fingers
Like blood through my heart?
22 May 2015
"sleep beckons" (P.o.t.D. 5/22/15)
Sleep beckons me back
To bed, to dream, to feel warmth,
To hide in covers.
To bed, to dream, to feel warmth,
To hide in covers.
21 May 2015
"Under the Heel" (P.o.t.D. 5/21/15)
I feel such outrage
As the wealthy's money chase
Leaves me desolate.
As the wealthy's money chase
Leaves me desolate.
20 May 2015
"Sixth Street Saga" (P.o.t.D. 5/20/15)
Before the clock had struck barely past ten,
A painted up tart waggled her loose tongue,
And a fray spilled out from the seedy den
Over all the damage her words had done.
For them to regain order and control,
The cops passed through the crowd, on razor’s edge,
Binding and cuffing and bumping heads ‘til –
They wound up Plopping dozens behind bars.
As the wounded's anger fizzled and itched,
A palpable foul cloud permeated
The jail’s grid, leaving all on razor’s edge,
Wafting like a toxic substance, heated.
Hours later, the tart still drank at the bar,
While the angry men fumed in the dank cells
And the police kept the streets, under guard.
She’d make no money that night for “a nail”.
A painted up tart waggled her loose tongue,
And a fray spilled out from the seedy den
Over all the damage her words had done.
For them to regain order and control,
The cops passed through the crowd, on razor’s edge,
Binding and cuffing and bumping heads ‘til –
They wound up Plopping dozens behind bars.
As the wounded's anger fizzled and itched,
A palpable foul cloud permeated
The jail’s grid, leaving all on razor’s edge,
Wafting like a toxic substance, heated.
Hours later, the tart still drank at the bar,
While the angry men fumed in the dank cells
And the police kept the streets, under guard.
She’d make no money that night for “a nail”.
19 May 2015
contest - The last analog generation (P.o.t.D. 5/19/15)
When I was ten, and my brother fifteen,
We'd wage war with plastic models reworked.
His flagship? A SR-71
With a launching bay for a small fighter...
That was '82, when we played vinyl.
The summer I turned nineteen, I played games,
Like Battletech, at a fantasy con,
With friends I had met a few weeks before
Through BBS networks, across Dallas...
'91, and walkmans still held some sway.
I was 28, living like Spartans
With roommates who would play lots of board games.
Strange that no computer was always on,
We couldn't afford that necessity...
2000, probably CD's last years.
Now, I'm 42, though youths would not know
How that's the "Answer", because they don't read
Anything beyond their Facebook news feed.
Alas, I find myself playing phone games...
Today, we download and skip radio.
We'd wage war with plastic models reworked.
His flagship? A SR-71
With a launching bay for a small fighter...
That was '82, when we played vinyl.
The summer I turned nineteen, I played games,
Like Battletech, at a fantasy con,
With friends I had met a few weeks before
Through BBS networks, across Dallas...
'91, and walkmans still held some sway.
I was 28, living like Spartans
With roommates who would play lots of board games.
Strange that no computer was always on,
We couldn't afford that necessity...
2000, probably CD's last years.
Now, I'm 42, though youths would not know
How that's the "Answer", because they don't read
Anything beyond their Facebook news feed.
Alas, I find myself playing phone games...
Today, we download and skip radio.
18 May 2015
"Feeling Dirty" (P.o.t.D. 5/18/15)
Blood, sweat, dirt and more -
Feels like they’re a second skin,
Not letting me breathe.
Feels like they’re a second skin,
Not letting me breathe.
15 May 2015
"Catatonic Conundrum?" (P.o.t.D. 5/15/15)
Falling into a deep slumber,
No dreams appear, no midnight thoughts
Of me gently sawing lumber -
Oh, but that's a low, growling snore,
And there's plenty of that in store
Which I still do not remember...
It's sad that I no longer dream,
As dreams are icing on the cake,
Irish tea with decadent cream:
Food for my poor beleagured soul -
They help rest my mind, make it whole,
Give insanity a good trim...
I hear tale, that I do mumble
As my mind in its restless rest
Does blindly wander and stumble.
I feel I cling to waking hours,
And even when upon my bower,
As reflex to talk, I grumble.
No dreams appear, no midnight thoughts
Of me gently sawing lumber -
Oh, but that's a low, growling snore,
And there's plenty of that in store
Which I still do not remember...
It's sad that I no longer dream,
As dreams are icing on the cake,
Irish tea with decadent cream:
Food for my poor beleagured soul -
They help rest my mind, make it whole,
Give insanity a good trim...
I hear tale, that I do mumble
As my mind in its restless rest
Does blindly wander and stumble.
I feel I cling to waking hours,
And even when upon my bower,
As reflex to talk, I grumble.
13 May 2015
"Oh, the Senseless Death!" (P.o.t.D. 5/13/15)
'Nother squirrel dead,
Seen on the walk to my house..
Must they cross the street?
Seen on the walk to my house..
Must they cross the street?
12 May 2015
untitled (P.o.t.D. 5/12/15)
Sky crying, leaves tears
On ground - dying leaves stuck here,
Not flying: seeds' gear?
On ground - dying leaves stuck here,
Not flying: seeds' gear?
10 May 2015
"Hallmark" (P.o.t.D. 5/10/15)
Is it another Hallmark holiday?
Mothers and fathers and lovers and more
Are sent cards, given dinner - loved this way...
Hopefully, it does not feel like a chore.
It would be nice to be thankful each day,
Alas, we forget, most days, to be sure.
Mothers and fathers and lovers and more
Are sent cards, given dinner - loved this way...
Hopefully, it does not feel like a chore.
It would be nice to be thankful each day,
Alas, we forget, most days, to be sure.
09 May 2015
"Whispers, Like Thunder" (P.o.t.D. 5/9/15)
Sharp intake of breath!
She saw me admiring her -
Surely, she smiled back!
She saw me admiring her -
Surely, she smiled back!
08 May 2015
"Where do I go from here?" (P.o.t.D. 5/8/15)
Some times, we just want to get out and skate,
Not caring about careers, or ladies -
Just riding the board, doing tricks 'til late.
Some times, we will take time out for the gym,
To push and pull machines and their weighties,
To stretch our bodies' muscles to their lim...
You see, we don't want to live in our head
When we can play board games with our maties
And chuckle when their armies are all dead.
You see, men get quite a lot of their joy
Reliving our youth, back in the eighties -
Simple times, when each of us was a boy.
Not caring about careers, or ladies -
Just riding the board, doing tricks 'til late.
Some times, we will take time out for the gym,
To push and pull machines and their weighties,
To stretch our bodies' muscles to their lim...
You see, we don't want to live in our head
When we can play board games with our maties
And chuckle when their armies are all dead.
You see, men get quite a lot of their joy
Reliving our youth, back in the eighties -
Simple times, when each of us was a boy.
06 May 2015
"In the Shower" (P.o.t.D. 5/6/15)
Hot water cascades
Upon oily skin, washing 'way
Workday's exhaustion.
Upon oily skin, washing 'way
Workday's exhaustion.
05 May 2015
"The Smoking Feline" ( P.o.t.D. 5/5/15)
"'Twas no ordinary feline,
Rather an assassin divine -
Skilled at striking birds from the skies,
With her claws, sharp as steely knives;
Or, if the birds flew out of reach,
Then, swift with blowpipe, she could breach
Their feathered breasts in single blows,
Sending their souls where God 'lone knows."
(waiting to see if I can post the picture that inspired this, over here)
Rather an assassin divine -
Skilled at striking birds from the skies,
With her claws, sharp as steely knives;
Or, if the birds flew out of reach,
Then, swift with blowpipe, she could breach
Their feathered breasts in single blows,
Sending their souls where God 'lone knows."
(waiting to see if I can post the picture that inspired this, over here)
04 May 2015
"Poverty Laments" (P.o.t.D. 5/4/15)
Life becomes much harder when I'm so poor.
I worry on how I'll catch up on rent,
I can't buy food at the grocery store...
Where, oh where, has all of my money went?
I'm kept under thirty hours at my job,
Paid close to the minimum hourly wage -
So on healthcare.gov, I can still shop,
But without employer help, I do rage!
Sixteen dollars per month, earned in food stamps
Do not stretch very far - maybe four meals?
Does not eating right lead to muscle cramps?
I don't know. Doctor's fees are so unreal.
So, that's a peek at my painful pinches
Of poverty, at which my heart wrenches.
I worry on how I'll catch up on rent,
I can't buy food at the grocery store...
Where, oh where, has all of my money went?
I'm kept under thirty hours at my job,
Paid close to the minimum hourly wage -
So on healthcare.gov, I can still shop,
But without employer help, I do rage!
Sixteen dollars per month, earned in food stamps
Do not stretch very far - maybe four meals?
Does not eating right lead to muscle cramps?
I don't know. Doctor's fees are so unreal.
So, that's a peek at my painful pinches
Of poverty, at which my heart wrenches.
01 May 2015
"Two Bee Attempts" (P.o.t.D. 5/1/15)
To fly, like a bee,
From hive to flowers, all day,
Working to make food.
Or...
Flying amidst fields of fertile flowers,
I gather pollen, all through the day's hours,
Only to return to my humble home,
To feed queen and larvae who cannot roam.
From hive to flowers, all day,
Working to make food.
Or...
Flying amidst fields of fertile flowers,
I gather pollen, all through the day's hours,
Only to return to my humble home,
To feed queen and larvae who cannot roam.
30 April 2015
"Dune Reference?" (P.o.t.D. 4/30/15)
Fear - the mind killer -
Leads us to ill-thought actions
With later regrets.
Leads us to ill-thought actions
With later regrets.
29 April 2015
"Bemoaning Work" (P.o.t.D. 4/29/15)
Stocking groceries
Took longer than expected,
Left time constricted.
Took longer than expected,
Left time constricted.
28 April 2015
"Talking About the Weather" (P.o.t.D. 4/28/15)
A damp chill crept into town, late last night,
Riding forth on the backs of slate grey clouds -
Casting grave portents of much rain, today
To bless the fields and their flowering crowds.
Riding forth on the backs of slate grey clouds -
Casting grave portents of much rain, today
To bless the fields and their flowering crowds.
27 April 2015
"What the Nose Knows" (P.o.t.D. 4/27/15)
The pungent smell
Of dirt, sweat, and toilet
Tells the poors' tale
Of living on the street,
When, riding on city bus,
Did we happen to meet.
Of dirt, sweat, and toilet
Tells the poors' tale
Of living on the street,
When, riding on city bus,
Did we happen to meet.
26 April 2015
"Ten Year Chip" (P.o.t.D. 4/26/15)
The brass medallion holds a bit of weight,
Engraved with an "X" for ten sober years -
Some quite happy, and others not so great -
Earned today after much laughter and tears.
Engraved with an "X" for ten sober years -
Some quite happy, and others not so great -
Earned today after much laughter and tears.
25 April 2015
"Exhausted" (P.o.t.D. 4/25/15)
It's one of those days,
When I'm wore out from my job
And writing is tough.
When I'm wore out from my job
And writing is tough.
24 April 2015
"Threshold" (P.o.t.D. 4/24/15)
A desire to describe dreams deferred
When writing is now a wrangling of each word -
How then will my hopeless heart be heard?
Be still, my soul, to soar like the black bird...
When writing is now a wrangling of each word -
How then will my hopeless heart be heard?
Be still, my soul, to soar like the black bird...
22 April 2015
"Global Warming Haiku" (P.o.t.D. 4/22/15)
Stewing in our filth,
Heat creeps up, slowly, deadly -
Cockroaches rejoice!
Heat creeps up, slowly, deadly -
Cockroaches rejoice!
20 April 2015
"Finding My Boyhood Kindness..." (P.o.t.D. 4/20/15)
Why does the crawling cockroach scare me so?
The hairs on my skin bristle at the thought
Of that bug touching me with prickly legs!
So I would end its brief life's crawl without
Second thoughts, claiming, "Oh! But it lays eggs!"
As a young boy, I would embrace bugs, frogs,
Snakes, and other non-mammals with such glee!
Did I grow wiser, as I aged, because
Bites and stings can cause pain - that I now see?
Yet I've grown softer now, and show respect
For all the many lives beyond my own.
Show them to the great outdoors, to infect
Some other boy, with new wonders he's shown.
The hairs on my skin bristle at the thought
Of that bug touching me with prickly legs!
So I would end its brief life's crawl without
Second thoughts, claiming, "Oh! But it lays eggs!"
As a young boy, I would embrace bugs, frogs,
Snakes, and other non-mammals with such glee!
Did I grow wiser, as I aged, because
Bites and stings can cause pain - that I now see?
Yet I've grown softer now, and show respect
For all the many lives beyond my own.
Show them to the great outdoors, to infect
Some other boy, with new wonders he's shown.
19 April 2015
"Questioning Leisure" (P.o.t.D. 4/19/15)
Is it time wasted,
To play games, and write these poems,
When those give me joy?
To play games, and write these poems,
When those give me joy?
18 April 2015
"Pollen sucks." (P.o.t.D. 4/18/15)
Look! Pretty flowers -
"Ack! Ack! Thbbt..." (They're killing me,
These damn allergens...)
"Ack! Ack! Thbbt..." (They're killing me,
These damn allergens...)
17 April 2015
"Separation Anxiety..?" (P.o.t.D. 4/17/15)
Seasons roll on, in this cycle of life.
Despite our clinging to those brief moments,
The Reaper will swing wide his razor scythe
And separate us from our sharp torments.
Despite our clinging to those brief moments,
The Reaper will swing wide his razor scythe
And separate us from our sharp torments.
13 April 2015
"Personal ad?" (P.o.t.D. 4/13/15)
Seeking some good words
To entertain all my friends
In my daily poems.
To entertain all my friends
In my daily poems.
11 April 2015
"International TableTop Day" (P.o.t.D. 4/11/15)
Ah! To play today
Many games of luck and skill -
The planet plans it!
Many games of luck and skill -
The planet plans it!
10 April 2015
"Testing Dilemna" (P.o.t.D. 4/10/15)
Teachers face testing
That drains their students of hope -
What else is out there?
That drains their students of hope -
What else is out there?
08 April 2015
07 April 2015
06 April 2015
"Seeking the Sweetness" (P.o.t.D. 4/6/15)
Peeling the hours away from this sweet day
To get to the juicy fruit of a dream -
Not remembered, drinking at the cafe,
A draught of coffee, with sugar and cream.
To get to the juicy fruit of a dream -
Not remembered, drinking at the cafe,
A draught of coffee, with sugar and cream.
05 April 2015
04 April 2015
"Worried over water" (P.o.t.D. 4/4/15)
'Tis but a fine mist,
Yet they predict drenching rain -
Stay inside, stay dry.
Yet they predict drenching rain -
Stay inside, stay dry.
01 April 2015
"Write-offs" (P.o.t.D. 4/1/15)
Sandwiches, brownies -
Surviving on last night's trash...
Still, thankful for them...
Surviving on last night's trash...
Still, thankful for them...
29 March 2015
"March" (P.o.t.D. 3/29/15)
A thousand pin pricks
All 'cross my skin, from the cold
Bites of March morning.
All 'cross my skin, from the cold
Bites of March morning.
26 March 2015
"Technical Evolution" (P.o.t.D. 3/26/15)
There was a time...
Before calculating devices,
When stories around fires reigned.
There is a time...
Men and tools are so tied together,
Struggles 'gainst this stream are vain.
There will be a time...
When computers become self-aware,
No longer needing these men.
Before calculating devices,
When stories around fires reigned.
There is a time...
Men and tools are so tied together,
Struggles 'gainst this stream are vain.
There will be a time...
When computers become self-aware,
No longer needing these men.
22 March 2015
21 March 2015
"Light Up My Life!" (P.o.t.D. 3/21/15)
My neighbor's flowers
Are little sunbursts, alive
With rays and colors!
Are little sunbursts, alive
With rays and colors!
18 March 2015
"Carpenter at Work..?" (P.o.t.D. 3/18/15)
Pondering our lives:
Hardness, surface, depth, and grain
Like some woods we stain.
Hardness, surface, depth, and grain
Like some woods we stain.
17 March 2015
"St. Paddy's Limerick" (P.o.t.D., 3/17/15)
I arrived early at the movie site,
Forgoing getting a quick breakfast bite...
Stayed quite busy throughout the day,
And many options I did weigh,
'Til I ended up playing at Game Night.
Forgoing getting a quick breakfast bite...
Stayed quite busy throughout the day,
And many options I did weigh,
'Til I ended up playing at Game Night.
16 March 2015
"On the Court" (P.o.t.D. 3/16/15)
With a wink and a gracious bow,
The lad offered his hand to the girl,
To take her onto the dance floor
Where they'd go round and round in a whirl.
By the fourth dance, she was laughing
As they tried to move in East Coast Swing,
Even though he had no lessons...
What's absurd? He also thought he'd sing.
She gave him points, though, for trying;
So, he offered his hand to the girl,
As he pulled out a diamond ring -
From there, 'tis a secret, what unfurled...
The lad offered his hand to the girl,
To take her onto the dance floor
Where they'd go round and round in a whirl.
By the fourth dance, she was laughing
As they tried to move in East Coast Swing,
Even though he had no lessons...
What's absurd? He also thought he'd sing.
She gave him points, though, for trying;
So, he offered his hand to the girl,
As he pulled out a diamond ring -
From there, 'tis a secret, what unfurled...
13 March 2015
"Words With W" (P.o.t.D. 3/13/15)
We wield this whip,
To work, work, work -
For what money
Or career perk?
To work, work, work -
For what money
Or career perk?
10 March 2015
"Cats'... Bird... March... May... Start?" (P.o.t.D. 3/10/15)
Today's poem will be a string of words:
Cats chasing errant little birds...
Posts and tweets galore
Spewing from Austin's floor -
Music and film and computer madness
Leads to citizens feeling badness...
March is upon us, with rain and cold
And so many events, good as gold -
Rodeo, basketball, and fest
Makes me feel this month is best...
Well... May is quite awesome, too,
With the academic events,
Like the state one-act-plays,
And the end of college days.
All that started from cats,
What, then, would be sparked from dogs?
Or, if you're more esoteric wizards,
You could play with goldfish or lizards!
Ready..?
3..2..1.. Write!
Cats chasing errant little birds...
Posts and tweets galore
Spewing from Austin's floor -
Music and film and computer madness
Leads to citizens feeling badness...
March is upon us, with rain and cold
And so many events, good as gold -
Rodeo, basketball, and fest
Makes me feel this month is best...
Well... May is quite awesome, too,
With the academic events,
Like the state one-act-plays,
And the end of college days.
All that started from cats,
What, then, would be sparked from dogs?
Or, if you're more esoteric wizards,
You could play with goldfish or lizards!
Ready..?
3..2..1.. Write!
09 March 2015
"Accumulate" (P.o.t.D. 3/9/15)
It rains upon me:
Water falling, tasks undone -
Both pool into floods.
Water falling, tasks undone -
Both pool into floods.
08 March 2015
"Time ticks by..." (P.o.t.D. 3/8/15)
Time ticks by...
Happy - lying beside my love,
Watching minutes weave and wander
Through their periodic patterns -
Palindromic time: 10:01, 12:21, 1:41;
Repetitive time: 10:10, 12:12, 1:11 -
And on and on, they cycle through...
Time ticks by...
I study mathematics,
She studies Roman classics -
Was this love bound to happen?
...or is it "Fated to Fail"?
Then, as sweaty summer ends,
So ends our brief relation.
Time ticks by...
The sun rises later today,
As we add an hour, in our way.
"Spring Forward" will cause missed meetings,
And confusion from clock readings...
Of course, a host of Facebook posts
Bemoan our time loss, through their roasts.
Time ticks by...
We are but one week away
From the century's Pi Day -
So much fuss now being made
Over time just so arrayed...
Seems so faked, so I ask "Why
We write numbers 'cross the sky?"
Happy - lying beside my love,
Watching minutes weave and wander
Through their periodic patterns -
Palindromic time: 10:01, 12:21, 1:41;
Repetitive time: 10:10, 12:12, 1:11 -
And on and on, they cycle through...
Time ticks by...
I study mathematics,
She studies Roman classics -
Was this love bound to happen?
...or is it "Fated to Fail"?
Then, as sweaty summer ends,
So ends our brief relation.
Time ticks by...
The sun rises later today,
As we add an hour, in our way.
"Spring Forward" will cause missed meetings,
And confusion from clock readings...
Of course, a host of Facebook posts
Bemoan our time loss, through their roasts.
Time ticks by...
We are but one week away
From the century's Pi Day -
So much fuss now being made
Over time just so arrayed...
Seems so faked, so I ask "Why
We write numbers 'cross the sky?"
05 March 2015
"Sing a New Song" (P.o.t.D. 3/5/15)
It's a tough challenge
Writing a new poem, each day -
Think before I say...
Writing a new poem, each day -
Think before I say...
04 March 2015
"Delusions" (P.o.t.D. 3/4/15)
Bubbling up from within my core,
Thoughts bounce around my head, in war.
From where do I draw my life's power,
When crisis looms upon the hour?
Is it through talking with my friends
Upon which "Solution" depends?
...Or praying to something above,
Source of unconditional love?
Maybe following set of rules
Is key for my base kit of tools...
Then, while walking back to my home,
Thoughts of undead did slyly come.
Am I a vampire, like disease,
Drawing life out, with fatal bites?
Or maybe a lich, living through
Arcane studies, learned in dark nights?
Could I be some sort of foul ghoul,
Feasting on flesh, in carnal rites?
'Tis not literal life effects,
But treats others as "things we fight"...
Then, the whisper comes, in my mind,
On the solitary night walk -
"How'd I survive, sixteen years past?
Am I embedded in matrix,
Or implanted with small machines?"
...So my mind wanders, in weird ways...
Thoughts bounce around my head, in war.
From where do I draw my life's power,
When crisis looms upon the hour?
Is it through talking with my friends
Upon which "Solution" depends?
...Or praying to something above,
Source of unconditional love?
Maybe following set of rules
Is key for my base kit of tools...
Then, while walking back to my home,
Thoughts of undead did slyly come.
Am I a vampire, like disease,
Drawing life out, with fatal bites?
Or maybe a lich, living through
Arcane studies, learned in dark nights?
Could I be some sort of foul ghoul,
Feasting on flesh, in carnal rites?
'Tis not literal life effects,
But treats others as "things we fight"...
Then, the whisper comes, in my mind,
On the solitary night walk -
"How'd I survive, sixteen years past?
Am I embedded in matrix,
Or implanted with small machines?"
...So my mind wanders, in weird ways...
01 March 2015
"Haiku on Frustration" (P.o.t.D. 3/1/15)
My mind disconnects
From hunger and lack of sleep,
Making poems so hard.
From hunger and lack of sleep,
Making poems so hard.
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