Poetry Blogs (thought)
Let the dreamless boy to cry
If his wish to fly has gone
How his tears going to dry
If he stays far of sun
Ask dreamless boy be awake
That the dream, is a part of us
Tell him: "think of a better talk"
And to change the dark glass
Help dreamless boy to be here
And clear his negative thought
Once he comes to hear or share
He will enjoy to dream in a boat
Monday 15th April 2019 7:25 pm
Every time I think I have become enlightened and can handle anything, a new challenge shows up to test me. Whether it's toxicity in my body, family illness or death, rejection of a lover, friend, stranger, job, point of view, whatever... ego is the first to show up on the scene, like a paramedic giving CPR to revive my pride. Pride dies, only to come back a little weaker next round, like a cat wit...
Wednesday 13th March 2019 9:45 pm
Be happy with what you have
Then you will have what you hope
Firmly, work and save
Simply, you reach the top
It depends on you more
Than a reason or a cause
Not because rich and poor
Your brain, how much knows
Do believe in God's Judging
And gain your thought results
God never asks a jumbling
But to be aware of the facts
Wednesday 27th February 2019 11:16 am
what if the sky was never blue
what if there was no morning dew
what if the tiger was green
what if all dogs were mean.
what if the water was air
what if all the snakes decided to care
what if the world was never round
what if we all were playing in the aliens background.
what if we never spoke
what if life were a joke
what if night was day
what if there ...
Tuesday 27th February 2018 8:42 am
perhaps one day i'l stop with this nonsense
but can you really escape your own fucking conscience?
Think future present past nothing will change unless you make it
when you see your chance you better take it
I should be wathcing the movie i paid to see
not worrying about my family
But unfortunately that's to much leisure
I deny myself that lovely pleasure
Who know's what you just might f...
Wednesday 14th February 2018 1:18 am
I should be focussing on the task at hand
yet i don't because theirs more interesting thing's in my head
i should be watching the movie that i paid to see
but i don't because theirs stuff to worry about
I should enjoy the train ride home listening to music on my phone
but unfortunately that's to much leisure
i must go back to thinking some more
Lying awake in bed at night...
Wednesday 14th February 2018 1:15 am
Jellicle Cats with their three names
The I in which no one but "I" would know. A self inscribed name tag collar wrapped 'round in my keyboard cutthroat self inflicted mental recognition.
The Gay One?
The Stupid One?
Pollicle Dogs, with their bark BARK BARKING up and down t...
Saturday 20th January 2018 8:02 pm
If dolphins could talk
What would they say?
What would they say
About the "games" that men play?
Tuesday 24th October 2017 12:30 am
Shuttles soar with seemingly unprecendented motion.
The children's eyes gaze to the floor.
The ground is green and brown and yellow.
The world below cannot bellow.
Sing and hum its' tune.
A melody, sweet melody.
A rotation for all of you.
Its' sweet chillness pressed against the nostrils,
Its' gentle warmth against the skin.
Allow the gaze of the star above,
Monday 25th April 2016 5:27 am
In the forest of future words
branches expand ever upward,
competing to tear the skies rich belly.
From where a pour of inspiration falls,
to drench the woodlands dreamy ramblers.
Then on the forest floor,
in the sodden earth of hope,
Evolving thought embeds itself,
By chance to couple some dormant gift
and sprout the chute tha...
Wednesday 27th January 2016 2:51 am
Feelings that once were hidden
Are now expressed to you.
Days that once were stormy
Are now the brightest blue.
Times that once were lonely
Are now filled with pleasure.
All that once was mine alone
Are now things we both treasure.
Nights that once were cold
Are now comforting and warm.
Fears that once were very real
Are now gone with the storm.
A heart that once was broken
Can now fi...
Tuesday 17th November 2015 12:40 pm
Kind of like to think I know
why we stand solid,
struck dumb by perennial sadness;
and the salient points,
burst like bubbles in smoked air;
clasped to the breast
that sinks as seconds lengthen
even beyond reason for purge.
Beyond the clouds that fall,
in spirals, now thick moistened rope;
we are given base,...
Monday 21st September 2015 11:41 pm
Walk down the street and stop to notice the 20 other people walking too. Consider, first these thoughts you have, now consider theirs too.
You know they are thinking, thinking of dinner, of work and of sex but you are merely an observer, a cognitive voyeur. You gaze at them through the telescope of your eye, and they just beyond that glass, are out of reach.
You can never leave your own min...
Tuesday 7th July 2015 3:53 pm
There is one place of total privacy
To which you can escape and hide away
Your imagination. Avoiding piracy
Your fears, for a while; you can alay
Saturday 11th April 2015 6:23 am
Light or dark
I've been here for quite some time, thinking of a poem or doing a rhyme
as Im sitting at my desk, in my long pair of shorts an a tatty old vest
Thinking of the topic, of which I would write, will it be heavy or will it be light,
will it be love, a passionate ode, or would be of struggle, and a desolate road,
giving my self over, to the emotion I need
I'll let my pen find t...
Tuesday 26th August 2014 2:51 pm
Monday 27th January 2014 5:16 pm
Thoughts are things
Not things that disappear when your mind is closed
Or a wave of energy that fades away
Oh no, thoughts are things
They’re here to stay
So when I see you face to face
I take that vision place to place
And when I’m tired and sleeping fast
That thought is with me in my dreams
Because thoughts are things
They’re here to stay
Saturday 30th March 2013 4:00 am
I may not be
your cup of tea
but I am your
bottle of rum --
so ease up that grip:
Stop strangling my neck.
Let My liquid conflagration
scorch your lying condescension
again and again and again.... without fail.
If you but remember to be true
to what lurks deep within you
I will assail your do...
Sunday 13th January 2013 6:57 pm
the balm of barometric exuberance.
no longer young, dissipates.
the dewy welcome of sun-quaffed green.
revive severed umbilical dreams.
the present with fleeting acumen.
ceases yet emerges again tomorrow.
the kindling of autumnal reticence.
genial kindnesses shall spring.
Tuesday 14th December 2010 12:52 pm