Scout's Safari
Pushing and pulling life's delicate threads.
The puppeteers marionette resembles a long lost friend.
This default programming installs only dread
Haven't you heard the youth's mournful sigh.
Angst and dismay outdates their own light.
Blinking and weeping
blinded by new insight.
The dawn of awakening inside a rewired mind.
Whisper with the clouds like only Peter Can
Sail with the stars knowing you are more than just a man
Kiss the moon good morning, Lull the sun to bed
we reside in our beginnings we are free to never end
I journey into the thread work of my mind; untying the knots, mending the frays, and brightening the faded dye. The snip of scissors my metronome, the October sun dials my days in light time. No longer human, I have fallen into the volcano, the heat bringing boils to my surface. Popping them gives me a peculiar sort of satisfaction and I stare until my sockets are singed, totally absorbed as they ooze and evaporate. Gleeful, I wash my new face in the river in that ritualistic way that could either lift my spirit like a geyser or bury me deep in the lava once again.
These blurbs I write may never fall on deaf ears
I breath new life through my appendage gears
Iambic is a style I know nothing about
I'm sure I was taught but only blanks are drawn out
I am but a kid thawing words on this stage
I give thanks for the dictionary when it takes my fucks away
I love this city of Angels. Her perfume of piss and gunshot wounds. How she turns her nose up at me and spits in my face. She wears her patchwork scarf until the tips tatter and the seams unravel. Her lungs hack and sputter and burn but her wit never fails. She's a hellish labyrinth, take a wrong turn and become part of her stench.
What will I do with these lines, these limericks, these rhymes
Who will care when I die, I'm just playing with time
Children care naught if they leave nothing behind
Are you blind there is nothing to find we all fight behind enemy lines in the context of time
Your mind is confined
Don't let fears decide that you only have this one try to live and die, open those bright eyes
It is not unwise to hear these words that I rhyme
Bubbling blabber-y burped through pursed lips
Flowery insults flow through the street grates
Bursting emotions that race to escape
These towers of talker-y mock poetry's grace
Biding their time. Defining what is and is not devine. Priming and pruning your mind for a life coloring within the lines. You cling to their lies; nothing exists behind the boundaries they've devised.
Hear the truth buried in every lie, all are Devine. Hug this world tight and define for yourself what it is to be alive.
Is it fulfilling to be tied to the desires if the subconscious mind? You've become resigned; residing in their safe design. Consumed by the fear of your own demise. Are you thriving inside or is it merely getting by?
Hear the truth buried in every lie all are Devine. Hug this world tight and define for yourself what it is to be alive.
You put the blinders over your eyes. You are the they we all hide behind. If it was confided that life is a thrilling ride when you grab the reins and self rely would you throw away the key and free your mind?
why do some souls seem awry and dismayed
as if they have strayed into a most discordant plane
Torturous lives corroding the faith.
I hear their outcry for a saviors embrace
the essence of hate seeps into their character traits
grasping for control they are confounded by grace
the daily grind grounds up each ounce of their fate
the relief of artificial numbness replacing tranquility and peace
Conducting themselves dutifully they lack the will to breath without a metronome beep
beating barely on blood that is poisoned with venomous toxicity
Order may lack variety but discourse is a very dangerous path to lead
consciousness eludes decorum and propriety
is that really all you need?
it hurts to me see
your gears grind the hope right out of me
but I refuse not to be
serendipitously
and therefore believe
that this is the place you must need
in order to be
the perfect puzzling piece
this heart it surrounds
in love you are sound
the founder knows no bounds
your sorrows will drown
fear cannot push you around
in the light you stay ground
it is god whom you found
Simmer, Savour
Selfless servitude gives way to slave labour
Shameful behavior breeds selfish creators
Salute the good neighbor
Saluvate and saturate the craver
She hates her behavior
Solicit a favor
Simmer all thoughts to full flavor
The cat in the cradle gots your tongue with a silver spoon
curiosity killed the little boy blue
I coughed up the fable that put the man on the moon
satisfaction brought back this brand new tune