A chance encounter can ruin your day
A chance encounter can take your breath away
But they keep life moving
And sometimes improving
'Tis chance or destiny, who's to say?
Thanksgiving LimerickThere once was a turkey named Marty
Who was never asked to a party
But come end of November
A party to remember
And right in the center was Marty!
The GameIgnorance is bliss
That's the real game
The conundrum of life
Trouble is once you realize it
You've already blown it
If you hear me on this
You just lost the game too...
MonsterThat bony smile across his face
a sight to take your breath away
as time erupts and slips its pace
a noose of stars that went astray
slips down the sky to find its place.
He said he roamed too far afield
that all his pleas were spurned and shunned
the hands of god refused to yield
They only left him dazed and stunned
with fleshy wounds that never healed.
So now he haunts the fields and fens
and calls the narrow ways his home.
The secrets that no man can ken,
the buzzards bleat a wretched drone
and turn their backs on drowning men.
MankindWe’re all just worthless,
Careless type of people,
Who wants to be consumed by evil.
We could ignore the chances of being equal.
Hating is what we choose, knowing it’s lethal —
A virus is within a needle.
We pierce it into our skins, expecting some sort of sequel,
Wanting our drug to make the world peaceful,
Forgetting that the world will only be hateful.
Wars against our neighbors are frightful,
Expanding our pitiful beliefs of being fearful.
How naïve are we to be so hurtful?
Yes, just let us murder children with words but say “we’re being insightful” —
So blinded but we can still see.
We can’t develop sympathy, empathy
For the possibility
Of eventually being able to see
What cannot be seen by humanity —
Mankind is just ugly creatures,
Monsters of the past and the future with new features
That created these procedures
To hate, to rage, to fight,
Blocking the weak sight.
When will we learn
The World Within My CityThere's another world within my city,
Where people cry and sleep on stone,
They scavenge and beg for food and water,
But in the end they always die alone.
I think once they were just like me,
They didn't deserve to end up like this,
But now they're oppressed and I'm free,
It was taken out of their hands it wasn't their choice.
However, it was their life that was stolen,
In the blink of an eye they lost everything,
Most can hear that old, rotting bell tollin',
For now they sleep broken, and on the streets.
They rolled the dice, and got snake eyes,
We hardly feel anything towards them but pity,
As we pass them by and they silently watch,
I hope they find the world outside my city.
Little Desert TownWelcome to our little town, in the desert deep
Where strange lights pass over us, while we all pretend to sleep
Where creeping dread and mystery is everything you feel
Where angels are like mountains - as in, they're both not real
Let's first head to Big Rico's and have a slice to eat
Or we have something else for lunch, if it doesn't contain wheat
Do you see that helicopter? If it's black, then it's okay
But if it happens to be yellow, scream and run away
Do you see that house nearby, the one that isn't there?
It once swallowed a scientist with perfect, perfect hair
Let's visit Tamika Flynn, the bravest girl in town
She once vanquished a librarian, completely on her own
You want to see the dog park? Good God, what's wrong with you?
Nobody ever leaves alive, except maybe one or two.
Our weather here's the best thing that you will ever hear
It has the finest melodies, so soothing for your ears
Let's go visit Old Josie, and her friend Erika – with K
Her cookies taste angelic, her s
I belongI am feeling love deep inside my core.
Tenderness, compassion, what else could be more?
All this makes me gentle yet strong,
and believing here I rightfully belong.
The Haze Between UsFormless underneath that cape
All the scars I inflict
Will you look at me?
Take my hands with your blood upon
Or hold me at the nape?
So I can for one last time
Let you see me
Stains in rivulets you cleaned
I can still remember
So does the earth underneath
My nails cannot ever be pardoned
Covered another theme
They clutch at piteous pride
Slip as quick as I breathe
I plead by eye to blinded cowl
Take me back inside
Have I not been punished?
Drowned in the bone dust you cried
When our romance went afoul
And I took the part of you
From my piece of mind
Spectre of my scenery
Transparent as the rains
Yet forthcoming the travails eschew
Darling have I behaved so cruel?
To make this existence dreary
That when I smile
You can only forget you knew?
I write the testament and scribe
With those sins as ink and pen
Trying to atone this finger paint
On a canvas devoid of elegance
Make the colour grey sigh
Instead of tearily
Reflect my longing visage of late
Witness by the passing days
Can you see m
BiblioclasmPeople burn like pages
Bad memories with good.
As ash covers their faces
They do what no one should.
Like blank and blackened corners
We never had a chance.
And so we rip
This city fills with mourners
Who shrivel at a glance
While they rip
Flaming books that once were vessels
Burning with them all our pasts.
When they rip
How is it that a loss which was the baneHow is it that a loss which was the bane
of life, and made you limp, becomes your cane?
Your sorrow, pampered like a pet! You deign
To honor something low and mean, you feign
Dislike but stroke it daily. See, its gain
Grows faster now, for when you sleep, you’ve lain
In hollow hours, mopping tears, its mane
Draped by your side. You like familiar pain.
Yet I would send you storm clouds, heavy rain,
To roust and drown this pet, to make you sane
Again, for life is never lived in vain.
If life will grow, of course a life will wane.
So when a heavy loss becomes the bane
Then honor high and bright and love and gain.