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...
Contradictory Suicide LetterIf you’re reading this…
Dear everybody throughout the years,
I’m trying my best to write this through tears.
All I want to say is I have finally conquered my fears.
It’s time for me to close my ears
And start up my gears.
I’m leaving everything behind.
Today marks a new adventure to find
What I wanted when I was confined—
Life is telling me to unwind,
For today starts my peace of mind.
So, I’m putting away what harmed me.
All my knives and all their words; I’ll be set free.
I’ve gone through fires of the Hell that I couldn’t flee
Until I saw my own foggy breath and fell into the sea,
Where quickly enough I began to plea.
I’m going to let go of my life and start anew,
Correcting my mistakes and undo
What I have caused that wasn’t true.
So, I would like to thank you
For helping me get through—
There’s no point in me being miserable
When I have everything in my grasp and it’s unbreakable.
Practicing DeathWhat are we really doing during those nights?
What are these dreams that cloud our sights?
The world is still and quiet while we rest
Our minds wander far off under the crest
A low steady rhythm flows through our bodies
We're at peace as we dream through our stories
Some of them are beautiful, nothing can compare
And some are very horrible, a long nightmare
We see both worlds as we are practicing death
It sometimes wake us, shortening our breath
When we're awake, we are revived from the day before
And finally at the end of the day, we "die" once more
We practice death every night, a routine
Going into our imaginary afterlife, foreseen
So why are we so afraid of accepting fate?
We've been practicing death up to this date
StarscapeHills of rolling reeds play songs
Like melodies in my rest
And the smallness of their leaves caress
A ease of mind to let express
Summer sun has slipped its shawl
Under quilt of greenest life
Let me lay against her side
And know the nearness of our night
And flowers like the pearls of sea
Shells in rings from branches bend
As soft as words I could exchange
Between the earth we warmed and mend
Dewdrops from my eyes can see
Worn a silken cape of stars
Far away from where I am
With figure where you once were
Rise and fall of chest in sleep
To a golden wakened rise
Show her diamonds in the field
A map to come as close as I
Above in last wave of the dark
See a glow stretch arm to me
And make a promise long to keep
That soon to stand twain with her feet
ConsultationConspiracies have strange faces
Coins that spin in the air
From a fingernail dirtied grave
And a resting body in fear
Nuance drive the smoke to breathe
Wispy promises ensure
That all can be foretold ere long
The latency draws to a blur
A stack of strange words written plain
Read by mouths that speak no sounds
But the future missed its day
Abacus with beads of bone
Weights with hollow insides lean
To chains as frail of lines of heart
Between the table edge's scene
Bought and traded by the tide
Wash to blue-eyed skies of none
Save what they say will be ahead
Under the light of the same sun
Methods in the spells of old
Forgot the half of what to say
Left a captain a broken wheel
Spinning in circles far away
Hopes hath died between their hands
Paths in strange directions lead
By the lessons no one can know
Unless the fall lost from their greed
SenseDarkness stalks with impassioned gaze
Coaxing sense, in sensuous haze
Undressing night, its shadow plays
Along shoreline curves, provoking waves
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Gliding high in the sky
Living the dream
Ivory plays inside his head
Saving grace from the skylights
Can this creature fly at all?
Or is it just a glider in disguise?
Realization is his key to success
Dancing DarkOh why you do not wander into the light
But stay in the abandoned realm of dark
I hear your voice, but you're not in sight
I go forward toward the mystery spark
A song unheard of, a dance not seen
It's beautiful without a crowd around
So clear like glass, polished clean
And so musical without any sound
The dancing dark is charming
And far more impressive
Than the glorious morning
And its light, deceptive
Can't you see that it's better this way?
Here's the secret- so simple and stark
The light and day cannot make you sway
As the cold welcoming dancing dark
Inversion...Inversion, by David Nicholas...
Allow me a moment to take you straight back
Between pages inked red, blue, yellow and black
Consider the life we’d live, inside this comic
Defy limits as heroes, great or atomic
Each power pure, just picture the collective
Figure flying freely gives gorgeous perspective
Given a gift with gadgets to survive and adapt
Have super speed while you work; bet you’d be rapt
Imagine being blessed with strength super strong
Just hoist whole worlds with ease; see anything wrong?
Keep people keen with the ability to read minds
Learn to resemble whatever you shall find
Maybe despite this, let’s step back and recognise
None of this counters the torments that terrifies
Often humans hail you; sure won’t save themselves
Perhaps treat you like God, so potentials are shelved
Quash ne’er-do-wells with extreme use of force?
Right of YOURS to do it; you’re one they endorse
Suppose fans mimicked you, through costume or deed
Maybe...He'll Come BackYou love him,
It's weird why you do,
But you do,
Weirdness comes from the fact,
That after what happened,
He was still the same guy you fell in love with,
But something was different below the surface,
Of his heart,
And it started to show,
It was something dark,
It scares you,
And sometimes you want to run away,
But you run back to him at the end of every day,
You don't want to leave,
At least not just yet,
Cause you can see a future with him,
Beneath his threats,
Beneath his rage,
You see his kindness is just trapped in a cage,
Made up of his insecurities,
Are you the one actually protecting him?
Are you his security?
You see what others don't,
So you'll continue to float with him,
You'll hold him down,
Cause you know he's more than that clown,
That people see him as,
Maybe one day the guy you knew will be back from the prison,
Escape from Alcatraz,
And he'll still be different,
He'll be back