thoughts… mostly in poetic verse !

Confused Certainty

if today I’m free, then what was I tomorrow?
if tomorrow I’m bound then what was I the day after?
if I am breaking a trend, will it be left ?
if there is no order, will chaos befriend?
i think or maybe not
i feel or should I now
when glancing at a walk, a reminiscence reminds
of what could be found in the jest of sorrow
it is confusing I know, the exclusion of grammar
it is confusing I know the absence of Caps
it is irritating again to see what I lapse
it can be a state that makes its amends
to categorize someone, something, somewhere cannot be a task
to behave like they care doesn’t seem like a lot
in understatements and announcements they hide their speeches
in mikes and speakers we sell our glitches
i am not stating my confused mind
no no
maybe it is just my way of jest
maybe it is my bloated chest
maybe it is my fear
maybe it is my tear
we could be tomorrow’s
we could have been the day after’s
how would we know when we are
how would we know when we were
i am not placing my aching heart
no no
for when I come and state my presence
for when I come and state my ignorance
for when I come and state my end
for when I come and be my end
you were my tomorrow
you will be my yesterday
you maybe my today
you could be in my sway
I am now stating my heart and mind
yes yes

Penance for the Good !

for in the midst of walking
for amongst the times away
for all the broken warnings
for just sitting so far away

against the days of frolic
against the nights of wonder
against the bridge that mends
against the path of red strays

finding another version for yesterday
finding a vase that is broken
finding a ship that doesn’t drift
finding a face that doesn’t smile

among the cinder and smoky cabins
among the slippery mud filled roads
among another ones shoes that keep breaking
among their graves I walk in peace

they look upon it all in awe
and wonder how it still stays pure
to break it again to try and bend
if reflective joys and sorrows pretend

a break from the vase is what is done
whistling with intent to the slaughters house
whence under lilacs we sleep and stare
down into the sky that breaks

coming away into cycling streams
under a glacier of wanted needs
maybe the time to stay awake
is what a penance for good will make

Penance for the Good !


Sound Mistakes

And then there were some
When water and fire smoked the rays
In glitter and smog of sauntering days
Aghast in flames of silver blood
For blue lines creeping out in dust
In jest and neon shades of light
He found the mistakes that water hides
The house of none became a daze
With dusty windows and a spider’s maze
Like the roads that dwell in all of Bree
A stark reminder of an older me
How young we were in forgotten lands
We ran away from black and white
There is but blood from stains that hurt
In forests black and grey with rain
Stepping into the leaves that snow
The Master shall grant His only glow
In sounds and streams of life’s own treads
The mistake in awe would be found then

Sound Mistakes

The Drop’off

Glancing lights toward sheepish smiles

A walk in jest is springing up

Away from the silence the hound is reminded

In acceptance of a word the grim does frown


Like walking against the cool afternoon breeze

In the autumn rush seeing fallen shadows

Of ropes and strings that hang from broken poles

The chaotic murmurs start filling around


A cramped up sky fell under the stars

With still waters creating ripples in the mist

A gaze of the moon light strikes the twilight

Upon a falling branch above the sleeping hound


It waits like a lark scavenging through water

Sharpening its claws with the skin of another

In vile and lust they seek some ground

The dusty road starts leading them out


A trap is set but for whom and how

The sand just moves like a snake charmers mouth

She looks and looks with eyes that sleep

The water around starts flowing upstream


Three chimeras walk upon the watery spades

Like snakes upon a desert that’s glazed

She runs to seek what she has heard

Is it the one she left unhurt?


They tiptoe their way around her stem

In a casting glimpse of those shiny drops

Under silver reflections in teary eyes

The fall made claim to a drop’off sight









…to leave and measure up another realm
while walking away or into this space
they come and go like monotony
In desperation sometimes In apathy

…Unjust lies awake in parts that mended
The iron clad seats are resisting the cold
with blood and smiles and a strange silver glow
when dancers slip down in rabbit holes

…designed to prey and glide in dreams
with parts of weapons and anomalies
the cut that drew its blood one time
did not do justice to finding peace

…in a rush of blue blood to the head
and pride and honor with a little digress
the love of self was lost in seams
the faith of a burial seemed close at hand

…it was time to leave and leave for good
to play the parasite in its own accord
when the circle goes round to loose itself
it is only then, that it comes around

morning calls

….and the rantings then changed
from white to weather and pouring rains
like moonlight which starts fading away
to give rise to another sway

…if love was as easy as them somehow
we wouldn’t know of when and now
and story nights apart from hers
we watch in gleam of wanderers

…from magic streams of growing horns
and sways of glitter and shoddy halls
in strength and ponder, in light and yonder
she crept onto the grey woolen crowd

…like slippery doors that don’t give way
in aftermaths and older ashtrays
like everything just seems alright
it is just then that brightness bites

…we hear the calling without a muse
and then the simple sound comes loose
Of creeping walls and greener snow
they come to take us to afterglow.


Something strange is happening
Said the one who started away
It is the grey like always is
It is the clown who never wins

They come and come till ever more
Another glance is keeping score
The bear has taken all she needs
Considering it is all buried

Tender somber like settled snow
The wounds seem healed, you never know
The crack is spoken about again
Let’s walk away to Bethlehem

Fools-town folk just always see
Peeping through mirrors they broke
The angst against the untypical
Tears apart its own big veil

Whispered songs do find the path
The folk ways just cause memories
Palms keep talking ever more
There is a story it it’s core

Melodies hold the line that’s thin
A stranger starts to just walk in
The cream is always what is seen
The core is what we always seek

The forest goes blind like its own creed
A wizards craft comes back to need
The palm speaks now in whispering
The circle breaks among the kings

…and it goes

…and then I found the sound of us
in sorrow and joy in soulful glows
tender was meaning in apathy
in some way now we found the need

…another way down we saw the fire
in mist and mountain and in satire
wander and wander through castles we did
it is not new to feel abyss

…a fleeting glimpse of sound we see
is it another fade in memory?
winding down roads that fall away
this is what finds me in her blaze

…flying through gallows of sweeping wind
in courage and peace she is buried in
it is but pain and faults we see
she watches another memory

…goodbye… goodbye..she tries to weep
the chords just struggle to find her keep
we are but dazed to see this sound
in glory box she mends her self


Ponder wandering wayward thoughts

Wistful memories of afterglow

Dancing glory and winding roads

This story leads to calming doors

Like blue horns of the unicorn

In a pine of orchards away in mist

The glass shines on its burning light

The winds start flowing in colors bright

In dance of sounds we lose oneself

The burning love, of souls cry in

The peace of sorrow comes by again

It says “Hi”, I say “Hello”

In a phantoms race we gather on

A frightful road starts winding down

There is a light in end of sway

I’ll choose the guide that brings her blade

My flight comes by and I wonder why

It is too early to journey away

Some find the route to exit space

It is me who wonders how I’d die

I shall be, just be around somewhere

The tunnel shows no signs of a rabbit’s lair

Should I tempt a fall in others midst?

Or wait as I do in all her glory

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