When I was young and ignorant The Earth was flat. Trees hadn't made any sounds, Even after collapsing then Inside a lonesome wood. When I was sick I saw no signs; But of course the black and gold letter Below the telescope stood out. It said not to look at the sun Through my demonic … Continue reading Beneath the sky
Today is the day when you fall back inAnd the atmosphere calls us home;Your dreams are so grand and homelyBut release your head from the starsYou're lost in the gravity ofBlack-holes, the guilty life-suckers,The dark moons that command the sea. So run now from their push and call,And seek a skyward destiny;The world is full of … Continue reading Flower in the shade
Into the natural worldI dive headfirstBrain charged and sureBut one must abandonTheir head in the ground;In the blistering sunsetsOur hearts take-overThe streaming lightsTouch the soulThe auburn muses singFor the purity of the mind,While it's liftedFrom the EarthTo the domain of the Aurora
Ahh ha-ha!Bright todayDim tomorrowSink awayRise laterSeein the sun at NightAin't so hard If you know where to lookAdjust your telescopeTake a peakSagarmatha summitsLurk in plain sightWhen you see emSkies partLife starts.
Why's the terrain so cruel? A misstep leads to pain A bad decision, solidarity An immoral dilemma An unethical quandary Earth's cruelty strikes hot Against thick criminal skin Punishing punishers, Violent vagabonds and Ferocious fiends Vengeance is sightless, Like storms, quakes, Hurricanes by the shore. This land wasn't made - It was torn by the seams … Continue reading Reachers
Sunlight is overrated Bury it, bury it deep below Into a small cardboard box Of childhood memories Not a kid anymore, not now It's time for change Stubborn satisfaction flew away Bury the light, bury the light The spot behind the swing-set Is nice and dry, aching for you To feed it the rain, the … Continue reading Bury the light
The world is made of matter Matter made of atoms And atoms are made of themselves The world is home to life Which demands self-satisfaction Leaving traces of the alive and dead. The world is home to chaos Chaos full of fear and hatred And riotous greed with dedication The world is … Continue reading Worldly
What's the call of the seasons? Spontaneous 90 degree weather signals Summertime is in full-force Winds of change command attention When's the next spring? When's the next autumn? Warmth warms and cool air cools But the weather improves not Summer is summer And summer never changes.
Don't call it rain It's not a storm Don't call it wind It's not a tornado Don't call it earth It's not quaking Don't call it rain Don't call it rain.
Sleep is difficult when the lights are on And the sun shows its face in the window. But it's 5am and the birds chirp loudly When they first awake to call to their kin. I've been up all night writing a draft Of a note of an essay to someone, Who won't ever see it, … Continue reading Dear