

Nuerons at Play IISign this treaty written on graffiti. Steep, are it's needs; it sleeps and creeps. It sleeps away, all day.It's prey itNuerons at Play II
sweeps away. So pray for a way to escape and
Be great, full of hope.
Be grateful, and cope with the doped and the dipped till they die, and descend or decline to defend or
define any sign they have seen in their lives.
Then be surprised when the prize that
they find at the end of their bend is small in
it's size, and they all turn their eyes towards the skies
and complain and constrain about how to contain all the pain and the pl


ForesightTake your place or lead the herd, Doing both is quite absurd. Disregard what feelings stirred. Now's the time;when lines are blurred.Foresight
If you miss it, you must stow That central place with outward flow. It will sigh and cease to grow As slow sadness begins to show.
Your name will adorn the purse accurséd. Your cries for mercy's worst, reverséd. At best, you won't get reimburséd At worst, your death will be rehearséd.
As the days relieve the nights, Realize the steady ironic might, That time is a slice of traveling light.


Retrospect - revised -There are things I took for granted, Removed, Revealed my view was slanted. Now I live my life enchanted. I was once rooted, Now I'm plantedRetrospect - revised -
Can you imagine of you knew How your life and what you do Dissolved, Resolved and what have you And left you something wholly new?
Would you bear it or berate it? I know you'll wish you were sedated But once your panic has abated You'll find you've been left elated
Any time you miss what passed, Remember nothing's meant to last. And even though it's moving fast, Life is lived and not amassed. &n


In The PuddingYou know where there is proof.In The Pudding
Not to call you selfish, You want me, with you, to perish Shamefully you relish To make my life a measure hellish
And it's on a daily basis Behind a myriad of faces Then its off to the races Putting patience through its paces
If your shadow hath your gloom It doth encompass the room And turneth home into a tomb Anger brooding in a womb
Anger brooding in a well A well so deep it angers hell Down the depths where I once fell Things I've seen there, I'll not tell
I'll not tell but


Saturday MorningsI am the coffee three days old Ever so dark bitter and coldSaturday Mornings
You are the sugar and the cream Keeping me sweet wasteful in dream
Waiting for a spoon give it a stir Mix it all up like we never were.


Evening ConstitutionalTonight I will walk up to Mount Olympus Drive, and I will pass the sun-pinked heads of the foxtails that live in the cracks at the edges of the road. I will pass the mansions that the inhabitants of Mount Olympus Drive have gathered around themselves. The mansions are like pearls wrapped around grains of sand, or like those blank-eyed fiberglass facades in the movies.Evening Constitutional
I will pass a pocket of meticulously landscaped nature, home to an illustrious gang of crows and a few nigh-invisible deer and two or three scrawny coyotes who will stare from behind Cyprus trees shaped like obelisks.
I will pass (brea
Grampa
--
__________________________
~AcePoetiK
Member of ~poemfactory
Follow the Make a Difference feature articles by =3wyl
__________________________
--
---Surrealism without purpose is like fish...
Peace
--
---Surrealism without purpose is like fish...
Peace
--
---Surrealism without purpose is like fish...
Peace
--
If you can see this, you probably just got pwned.
Online RISK! [link]
My blog: [link]
Coolio: [link]
--
---Surrealism without purpose is like fish...
Peace
Previous Page12345...Next Page