Leisurely and alone,
I was wandering in a palace garden.
Flowers were completely gone,
But deep green
Summer leaves were fully grown,
And on each branch
Small birds were all the way chirping:
Seemingly for me a perfect afternoon
To be lost in poem-reciting!
Suddenly a wind arose,
When a human voice came to my ear,
Saying low yet rather vivid:
Thursday 2nd July 2020 5:24 pm
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
Poetry has many inspections
each line, like thought, re-touched.
We frown at fingered collections
of nouns, and other, stuff.
There are troublesome inflections
and bleeding, wrung-out, verbs,
the wandering explications
of rhymes, the metre, serves.
There are stand alone conjunctions
in hope, that it, amazes,
in solitude it functions
in contrived, schematic, phrases.
Tuesday 10th January 2017 1:24 am