Out of the Blue
Out of the blue Came a dose of the flu A couple of weeks ago. A saboteur silent With sneezing so violent I feared that my brain might blow. Grey matter upon the wall Does this really matter at all? Vitamin C Is a good friend to me Soup is a brother in arms. I’m compelled to report I would swear this in court: Coffee retains all its charms. A stimulant with a fee Consumed so to...
Memories hide Memories crust Memories slide Memories rust. I recall you Beautiful still Summer surrounds Never a chill. But for the wind Bitter it blows Memories fade Sadness, it shows.
Jubilee 60 years Cup of tea? Philip’s ears.
Darkness in Mind
Humans design Errors refine Brazen belief Treasures the thief. Humans revere Failing to fear Monsters designed With darkness in mind.
First impressions last. First impressions? Fast! First impressions show. First impressions know Nothing! First impressions judge. First impressions smudge Lenses. First impressions last. First impressions? Fast!
There is no perfect time The stars shall not align Your choices are your own Whose seeds will next be sewn?
We tailor our tales For readers who listen We polish our past To a shine, and we glisten. But pain is a permanent stain And love is an ill-fitting glove.
At any given moment Suffering is near Be cheerful but aware Constrict your wicked stare. Perspective is a language Speakers are too few The rueful never learned For selflessness was spurned.
Beyond the 'when'
A gentle voice from yesteryear Protects my heart From reckless fear Just long enough to stand again And see the ‘how’ Beyond the ‘when’.
From the slumber of superstition I awoke With aching limbs And a thirst for reason. From the echoed halls of certainty I appeared With arrow drawn And a moving target.
Everyone you think you know Is putting on a show. Do you know your role? Did you read your lines? Characters console And memory confines.
Superstition sedates an inquiring mind with injections of a poison called...
Places full of people, People full of places, Restlessly inscribing Fantasies in faces.
‘Fire!’ screams the fool
Ever watchful eyes Ever open ears Born of ancient lies Feeding primal fears. ‘Fire!’ screams the fool No flames are to be seen But swiftly comes a rule Where common sense had been. Technology detects Technology reveals Technology connects Technology conceals. Lives are tailed and tracked Files upon the shelves But code has not been cracked To save us from ourselves. Ever watchful...
What use are drowning dreams? I’m weary chasing streams Believing they will grow Believing time will show The rivers of my mind Converging on the sea And I still here to find And you still here with me.
A Master Blind
I stood too long upon the ledge The cold began to bite A frigid body fighting With a mind intent on flight. The city hummed a smooth lament Of novelty outgrown The stains of a society So restlessly alone. I was too selfish with my pain A burden rarely shared Emotion is a master blind And memory impaired.
I am betrothed to sadness It was arranged at birth Her love is cruel and certain But I know what love is worth. Her fruits betray a bitterness The sweetest rarely fall I wonder where she hides them Or if sweetness grows at all? The fertile soils of silence Await her pregnant seeds Perennial, the harvest For she hungers as she feeds.
A Moving Target
Keep your superstition Kindly to yourself Greater works of fiction Gather dust upon your shelf. Lesser acts of kindness Reach higher moral ground Than baselessly believing The good are heaven-bound. Truth, a moving target May never be possessed But certainty is fatal When progress is suppressed.