For us the pessimists and the mentally illVoices echo powerfully in my mindFor us the pessimists and the mentally ill19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like MLK Jr.’s.
“Let justice roll down like waters”
And Nichelle Nichols tells the simple story
of how that man convinced her to represent her race
on Star Trek.
The voices of fiction – Chaim Potok, Lloyd Alexander, Frank Oz, Ishiro Honda, Gene
Roddenberry, that taught me
respect for difference,
the divide between rich and poor,
hope and joy among a less-than-ideal world,
destruction of military might,
and the importance of representation.
Simpler things like
designers who put out
beautiful platform games
and other giants of music composition
and the exquisitely balanced strategy game
the Decemberists singing about beauty in pain.
Mary Lambert who sings about love.
Muse, refusing to silently let The Machine work its course.
And in the middle of these debris of inspiration
I sit suspended.
In this room that’s the color of the sky on a dim morning,
I am here among my h
ChangeA lieChange6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything that is
Everything that was
Defiance of tradition
Defiance of the past
Faith in people
Faith in man
What once was,
is no longer.
The impressions that
change can leave
This one is close enough.A labyrinth inside your mind,This one is close enough.13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Twisted thoughts all intertwined.
Thinking of nothing at all yet everything at a time
so many ideas, but cant choose the perfect rhyme.
Epitaph ISuch is life so sweet, ephemeral,Epitaph I11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
that ourselves must make indelible
each name and face,
keep and trace,
AgeSome say age is just a number,Age17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
but it's so much more.
With years come wisdom,
usually but not always.
Wit, experience, personality,
take time to develop.
But when a thirty something year old
asks you to be his, or hers,
remember that you're only a teenager,
you haven't had time to learn to distrust.
Britlet 6God Is Dead!Britlet 620 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
What then for his murderers?
Pity us, for we are become gods.
Little Lady.Run little lady,Little Lady.22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
whilst you can.
Let yourself be young
Through flowers and trees,
never look back.
Don't think too much;
Speak softly - be porcelain exterior.
Heart a heart made
of beauty and of grace.
A mind of belladonna gold -
silent but deadly, rich but pure.
Do not let those
Who seek to destroy you;
Let you burn up.
Mast"Always" does not mean alwaysMast20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It means "I cannot conceive of a time right now where that is a possibility"
Views change depending on the vantage point
What was priceless becomes disposable
All and any value suddenly lost
When the chipped paint and cracking wood become visible
This prize ship of a bygone era sinks in your dark bay
NightFalls RegretAn echo distant, in mine heart.NightFalls Regret11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a million whispers on a forgotten harp.
Not to me, I can't explain.
My heart has forgotten and will not remain the same.
A simple melody has long since fled.
Leaving not a trance within my head.
Flight of fancy it may be.
Does this memory belong to me or not to me?
Vivacious thoughts dance through my brain.
Speaking nothing of my enduring day of pain.
Whispers across my waking mind.
Slip through me, on constant rewind.
Misdeeds brought to the fore front of mine soul.
The darkness feeds me, but I am never whole.
I forget the pain I so did desire.
Am I but alone on this burning pyre?
Love me not, I swear it so.
Knock me down, I can bear the blow.
My mind will never let me rest.
While mind is spinning on and on, at its best.
The wheels turn and churn and boil.
Is there no way to curb this unending foil?
My thoughts race and chase in a eternal quest.
To remake the past and bring back the day of yest.
Smile on and sweetly sing.
The mind does not forget t
Every Song Has Been WrittenEvery Song Has Been WrittenEvery Song Has Been Written2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
every song has been written
he loves her
she loves them
she loves her
and he loves him
black tangoSure has been a long time.black tango15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see you now and saw what was
now seemingly divided.
Your intentions obscure, I procure
wonderment if there are any remnants
of longing still withheld.
And I still wonder if you want me.
False passion maims the words.
Yet it is the hidden kind that burns
out the one who hasn't finished.
Are we not lovers albeit silent?
Forever staring each other down
in this black tango which we began.
Divided by a cold, ghostly wall.
Our facades humidified
as intense heat hits the cold.
What deters the hands to reach?
The eyes to meet? Two lips to four?
I'm not sure if I'll ever know
and doubt you would either.
looking forwardAs the days go bylooking forward1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Alot may sigh
Because the things in the past
May not last
All we can do
Is wait for a few
And maby somthing that will last
Will find you fast
The things we lost
Whatever the cost
We learn from a mistake
However many attempts you take
It gets better
Even though this is just a letter
If you take it to the heart
If you set a true goal nothing will break it apart.
Always look forward.
A Cancer So JuvenileStop-- lay down your headsA Cancer So Juvenile1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thick skulls can weigh too heavy
They descend, they falter
They occupy mindlessness all consuming
Think of your ironies
Think of all of your little fallacies
You could be entertained
But no, you want to dissect everything
Silence-- hold your tongues
I can't hear the cellos with your screams
Slow wits are self-destruction
It keeps the form, but disintegrates the substance
How blessed you are
To only gather at the presentation
To be numb, to be unaltered
From the cancer eating away at your insides
Bell TollsDistraction, a colorful array of headlines, thrusting aside casualties.Bell Tolls18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
“What are their bodies to the 12,000,000?”
The question stills the blood.
Another mass grave to seal without a pause?
Let us euthanize the dogs of war, give them no meat!
Deprive the machine of its ghosts and rattle the heaped dead?
The Longest Day ended, and we relive it like so much confetti.
Forgetting the toll, downing mouthfuls of sand like strawberries.
The cost of hubris is measured in pints.
There was never anything but gray in this space.
ruinousyour lack of willingnessruinous13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
is killing us
I can't go on like this
for my love only goes so far
and so far, no good
I've done all that I can
for such a stubborn man
for you I did stand
so long I did stand
but I was only in the way
in your light
might I ask
was I not it?
fanning the flames
of lame passion
only to be spun
on a spit
ash and feast
you're no boy
you're a beast
coming to me
only when you were hungry
have been devoured
where is the fairness
in this trade?
shaved ice in my hands
and mice in the mind
for my concern and time
so much of which you
have been blind to
indifferent and unkind to
what else could I do?
though I suppose
the real question should be
what else could you have done
than to ruin yourself
Last of The LandLast of The LandLast of The Land2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wonder what will be left of the last continent
when the wars have been fought
and the water gates have been opened
flooding land as we once knew to be
destroyed by the love of mother nature
and the hatred of man
blood will be spilled when we fight to the death
arrogant, ignorant, selfish
that last scrap of land as people start scrambling to the shore
pushing everyone else off
and for what?
what is left?
I think not.
no one is left to prove it to.
Better ElsewiseThus must my thoughts ordainBetter Elsewise11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the neatly wrought and often sought laws of slogan:
That 'absence maketh the heart more fond',
and 'the candle that burns twice as bright
burns half as long'.
I know too well the truth
of their verse,
yet stubbornly still do I say:
'May it instead be so that time spurs
some greater love, and stronger light.'
an unweathered layerat this juncture, at a loss of words.an unweathered layer14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cannot approve of what this is.
I cannot make absurd assumptions.
alas the provocative fool in me
illustrates his means to be gagged.
there you came, literally straight
out of the blue, and I relapse.
I reminisce. I take up where I left.
I keep checking for replies.
I wanted more of what you gave
still as pure as I had found it.
for you've aged so little, my dear.
you've sinned so little, my dear.
you've loved so much, my dear.
so much, in fact, that there
is still a layer time
did not weather on my heart.
death but no departurethe beast's in his roomdeath but no departure14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
furnished with bed and t.v.
everything that he needs.
but now embittered, by
illusions of late marriage.
the widow sleeps downstairs
exhausted by the lengthy
quarrel hours prior.
she misses her husband
and feels restraint in the
company of this stranger.
weed-killerI wish I can say I still loved youweed-killer14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I'm merely enamored with
the occasional glance
to ever pledge my heart to you
would lead to an abrupt end
and burgeoning romance
you know this
you've known this
there stands no chance
I've never kissed nor ever held
I often fumble with their feelings
and damn my dealings with them
or lack thereof
I'm not capable of the kind of love
you seek and have sought
I say sorry now as I've said before
but I know it doesn't mean a lot
I'd prefer to not be a void-filler
to be a person, not a plug
I am your poison, your pesticide,
and by weed, I mean love