Before
The clock
Reads
2:00 am
I scratch
My beard stubble
Some words
Enter
My head
Some other words
Escape
Logically
Then grow
Their own
Intelligence
It is a sight
Hard to describe
A whole new
Civilization
Is birthed
Out of little more
Than
My verbs, adjectives
An entirely sufficient race prospers
They prosper before
2:00 am
Here's where I post my Art, Writings, Ideas, Musings, Theories, Music, Photos & Juxtapositions.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Before 2 am
Monday, May 13, 2013
Melliferous
Melliferous: yielding or producing honey.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
One Million
Had difficulty sleeping last night due to a slight cold. But also dreamt that I was composing nearly one million stories in my head. I saw groupings of words form sentences and sentences form paragraphs and paragraphs form whole novels. It felt overwhelming but engaging nonetheless.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Human Rhyme
time is subtle
Long ago
We gave
A Damn
Some might say
A God Damn
Others
Might
Uncloak
Their daggers
and stab some
Tropical citrus fruit
Before
Displacing
Any sanity
Then the purple
Purple rain
Drowns Us
Floods
The entire world
Not biblical style
No!
Because
The Universe
knows how ignorant
We tend to be
... time... time
Does not tick
Clocks
are not time machines!
WE
Are the perceivers
because
time needs to pass subtly
Imperceptibly
With or without
.....
Human
Rhyme
Thursday, February 24, 2011
This Year
In Me
Dying to get out
To introduce itself
I suppose so
This something
Kind of reminds me
of a very innocent day
during a very naive year
This Something
Flickers my light
On and off
Off and on
I will try to introduce
Myself
I must stop abusing the Self
I do not mean
to frighten it
It does not mean
to frighten me
This something exists
Because
It knows
There is no such Thing
As
Nothing
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
One Another
Dreaming of me
We are one
In the same
I admit to wrong-doing
I admit to wrong speaking
I require Nothing
More than your presence
And
It is in your dreams
that we are loved
It is in your dreams
that we are hesitant
Do not let reality keep us from
One Another
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Alligator
I bear nothing
In my heart
resides something
this hardened shell (skin)
serves no purpose
no one purpose
breathing is an international affair
yet, there is no law that enforces it
there is no money to be made from it
because
The victim wants what the agitator needs
