Is it me? Or is it My? Answers to riddles will come in time. Who am I? When or where? Asking the meaning of life I do not dare. Why things must happen, most will never know. Where your imagination stops. Or Where children’s “big dreams” go. Stop creating questions, … Continue Reading Is it me? Or is it My?
I watch, seeing you sitting there looking so saddened and somber. Unkept beard, thinning grey hair couldn’t appear any more calmer. Couldn’t help myself but to think “what’s wrong in that head?” Thinking, “could I buy you a drink?” “Quite possibly a loaf of bread?” Children walk on the other … Continue Reading Perception
I observe all things around me I analyze and write what I see, extra trimmings which remain unwritten freely spill over into a dream. They all seem to come together to create something shockingly new, My mind never achieves conception of what is made up and what is true. In … Continue Reading Where all the extra thoughts go
Mystifying and cryptic. Gloomy and apocalyptic…. This is how I envision the theater in my head, Feelings of the colors black, drab and dark red. Barbed wire around my lungs, stabbing, restricting as I breath. Fluid inside my heart turning black, Boiling vigorously begins to seethe. Dark dressed … Continue Reading Sleep paralysis
Up the dosage, make it more numb. Make it so I, can ghastly overcome. 💊 As my subconscious waves it’s deadly sword on a collision course toward my mind. My conscious presence jumps up and down and hails, airily cheering from the side-line. 🗡 Taunting, screaming, mocking and chanting I … Continue Reading Up the dosage 💊
If you had seen me Just a year ago, The boy inside you wouldn’t know. The foolish ways I would act and dress, Only to “make” you feel so impressed. The games I played the lies I spoke, So full of shit I began to choke. It all began to … Continue Reading Just a year ago…
Callused hands from a blistered mind, in overdrive working overtime. So naturally it comes to me, like a cruising ship takes to the sea. But when it drifts back to the shore, brings my biggest fear of being bored. Creating images inside my head, until the day I wake up … Continue Reading Idle hands = Death
you said you feel like when you wake up this will all be a dream when I look into your eyes well I can see what you mean… how could this feel so good, in such a short little time well, give me a little more, and girl I’ll make … Continue Reading All a Dream…..
We start our excursion Prowling around Cautiously tip-toeing through the labyrinth Trying to compile info Establishing a game plan Not missing a trick Contemplating fortune Systematically timing When to pounce When to strike To set in to motion The carefully methodical Delicately surgical plan As the anxiety sets in Mistrustful … Continue Reading The Age Ole’ Cat and Mouse Game