October is a Bomb Shelter

Being alive is burial procession.
A slow underground ooze,
slothfulness for the drifters of dreams
procure all tidings onto me.

If the dove flies with hesitation,
become the magma adoration
we consume in a grand feast.
The spectacle is the demon
trying to beat the heat.

Of course the progress
grooves ever slowers,
a neat kite holder is now a
soothsayer to say the least thoughts.
If it wasn't existentialism, then
I wouldn't know what was.

Just leave me alone, but don't leave me alone

I have been alone everyday.
And guess what my reward is,
more loneliness!

Lapin of Lapis Lazuli

Covered bridges duplicate.
The government detests this.
Immediate action is taken.
Render the power of nature
to prove the brides incorrect.

In the middle of the Atlantic,
a whirlpool forms to eliminate
the encroaching bridges.
As the bridges dissolve,
mysterious bunnies of jewel
tone blues are ejected from
the whirlpool.

The bunnies hop along
the quickly dissolving bridges.
The bridges contain the bunny
tsunami controlling their
concentrated magic into the
seaports of America.

The bridges are completely
destroyed which leaves the
bunnies beached on land.

Edit This

I scrutinize my every word
before I make my choice
of thought.
Amuse my imagination
to believe that a sentence
of mine can stand the test
of time.
In gardens I flourish, in
rain I wait, relish the
encounter of something
great.
Abstain from eating
abbreviate hatred
a warring nation
never got love.
Without hesitation,
my grand salutations
as a newer breed of
provocation. *

Tour de ma Chambre

My room is the ambiguous melodies
fashioned to grief, forgotten thieves,
mischievous tea leaves.
Dried roses in glass soda bottles.
Dead and dusty moths scattered about.
Creative clay bowls filled with nature
subjects such as rose petals, crystals,
seed pods, cicada shells, ancient coins,
rolled stones, screws, bolts, and buttons.
I have a very large glass bowl dedicated
to my ocean nature collection.
The contents include crab shells, sea glass,
whole shells, shard of shells, common shells,
manufactured shells, sand, rocks, a dried
lizard, and a tiny plastic lizard.







*I might continue this. I lost steam.
I really just got bored. Bye!

I Only Wrote This, Not Spoke It.

How do I say it just perfectly? I ponder about the three words that I could easily speak. If I write them down, they do not contain the power I envision in my mind. "I can't see your face in my mind," Jim Morrison so hauntingly sings... I feel as though I am at the point of sorrow. I shudder at ever soft whim of his breath that slides the words so perfectly from ear to ear. "Baby please don't cry," he continues to sing. Crying is difficult, perhaps the lucid memories will seep in at the correct time and I will recover.

Impact is as Degrading as Memory Loss

Delaying the sun from sheering
the tops of the roofs enduring
all the cost of burning
to make the phoenix rise.