Stay on the paved walks...Stay on the paved walksLet the wind whisper on byBeauty beyond us
Thanksgiving LimerickThere once was a turkey named MartyWho was never asked to a party But come end of November A party to rememberAnd right in the center was Marty!
The GameIgnorance is blissThat's the real gameThe conundrum of lifeTrouble is once you realize itYou've already blown itIf you hear me on thisYou just lost the game too...
Creative Misinterpretation?I love youThose three wordsAre said too muchBut not enough
ProcrastinationA haiku a dayOr maybe a limerickI'll start tomorrow
World Grown ColdWalking on pavementHardly any green in sightCold is all we have
Sonnet XXIX: An endingThe world bent towards the end I would have writtenthen like a harp-string snapped—the twisted threadsunwound, and all sprung back to what we had beennow I am gutted—and you, I think, are dead.What use are harps when vaunting horns of silverproclaim the world has ended; what for meis left amongst the ruin and raging riversof blood and ash, and every tie cut free?And yet—when your song wound through empty hallsand through your melodies all was reclaimedI loved it then; that strain; its dying fall--but tunes are lost, and only words remain.Yes, only words remain. I cannot writethe wonder in your song—the world alight.
Ode to Spockoriginal theme intro and video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EWSp5ijOOfkFrom a distant star you traveled,far across the Milky Way.Humanity felt imperiled,but peace was the Vulcan way.We never could understand you,that face without expression.Thus you suffered so many fools,and taught us all a lesson.The differences that separate,move some to hate and revile.But the bond made came not too latewe loved you, if for a while.Now we thank you for your wisdom,we'll never forget your name.Eclectic will be the kingdom,may the flame always remain.
Campfire BlissIncredible and distinctive.The fire's flicking delight,In lovely Ms.Midnight's,Light.Eyes can't miss the scene.Through the sticks and leaves,Where your many faces,Meet.Different from each angle.Come together we entangle,Where your heart's fire burns,Tangible.Words you speak are heavy.Catering meanings of variety,Where I can't help but melt,Happy.Time to finish this bliss.Let it coat us with memories,To think of and miss your,Kiss.The water will,Dilute this.Until you come,To burn again.Love.
AngerAngerI can feel the angerIt is boiling inside of meAnger from many different thingsThings that could easy be fixedI feel anger because of peoplePeople who always try to make funPick on everyoneFor no reason at allI feel anger because of confusionConfusion of how people feelHow they feel about meAnd if what I feel is realI should let goI should speak outAnd tell everyoneWhat my anger is all aboutBut I am scared you seeScared of what will happenWhen I do speak outSo many things go wrongThings come outThings that I didn't mean to sayAnd other people don't understandThey take it all the wrong waySo I can try to let it goTo not hold onto my angerBut as I do please rememberThat anger that does not last foreverIf I should say something u don't likeSomething that offends you in any wayI am sorry, such more then you could ever knowBut I don't know how much longer I can hold in this anger
Falling In Love.Glaciers of nitroglycerinStampede in an inchAnd crush the bass drumIn my rhythmic organs.This creeping volley;An ethereal blanket-Like an armless embraceWith a black hole.Melancholy waterOut-pours reflectionAnd cinnamon liliesOf such uncertainty.Descending like honeyInto that warm abyss.
Ye Olde CaptainMy proud, black flag hangs lost in tatters,My precious cutlass lie in shatters,The skull and bones are long since brokenAnd one cursed coin my only token.Too much ale and too much rum,Too many fights and opiumHave for years now taken toll;My final foe is alcohol.A pretty girl in every port,With legs so long, and temper short,Would fall like stormwind 'round my neck,But like my ship, I'm just a wreck.My planks decayed, my sail is rotten,My shady fame, so long forgotten.I've cast the anchor on this shore,With waves and palm trees to adore.I've tricked ol' Davy many times,Have committed countless crimes,Escaped the gallows here and there;The scythe comes slowly for it's share.My crew is gone, but mostly dead,No more gold and spreading dread;And nowadays it is just me,An old pirate and the sea.
Chance EncountersA chance encounter can ruin your dayA chance encounter can take your breath awayBut they keep life movingAnd sometimes improving'Tis chance or destiny, who's to say?