-
THE FUTURE We see a shape but dimly there Not certain what we see. Project on it our hopes and fears, No clue what it will be. A thing of beauty it may be, Yet certain we are not. It may be brutal or bizarre, May prove ice cold or hot. The problem…
-
NO JUSTICE I am the Law and I care not For what is wrong or right. I answer only to myself. Care not for oversight, No justice here, for justice is A subtle, fickle thing. The Law cares not for subtlety Morality is king. And i don’t care whose Morals are Enshrined in every line.…
-
A NEW DAY Come greet the dawn Of blessed morn From sacred night This day is born. At start of day With promise bright All basking in This golden light. Come lift your head And share your smile Chat with someone And stay a while. Just know this day Is yours to take And good…
-
The Poet I sit and stare at unmarked page My lack of thoughts some sign of age? Or other blight upon my brain? But I will carry on and on Until what words I have are gone. Despite words driving me insane. I cannot help this urge I feel To bring rebellious verse to heel.…
-
So it’s April and that means NaPoWriMo is once more upon us. I wrote this yesterday, but didn’t take the time to post it. A REQUEST Hello again, my foe, my friend. That time of year, I hope, I fear. A time for dreamers, and for fighters and for those who wish to heal. This…
-
Just take a step, One single step, Each one leads to one more. And with each step, Each single step, You’re farther than you were. So take a chance, Take just one chance, You thought you’d never take. Then find your life, And seize that life, Go live the life you make. It’s harder far,…
-
Working as a security guard late at night gives the brain time to wander. <u>The Nightguards’ Lament </u> A wind through empty windows shifts Some hanging plastic sheets. As rhythmic as the crashing surf. Sounds almost like heartbeats. It’s late so very late at night In truth more early morn. I walk alone through cold…
-
I mean really… What the heck am I thinking. I made it through April by the skin of my teeth, yet here I am writing another verse. Sometimes I really wonder about me. Our Own Worst Enemy Technology is not the foe, it’s not your enemy. That AI that you dread so much, is…
-
It’s strange how fast time goes sometimes. It seems like it was only this morning that I was writing the poem for Day 26. Funny how that works eh? Ah well, if I can get past this last blank page, I’ll have made my deadline. Let’s see what’s left in the bottle… shall we? …
-
I think I mentioned last time that things get a little strange once the creativity starts flowing. Well, hopefully I can finish on a slightly more normal note. A Note To My Therapist A dream perhaps and yet more real, than I have known before. How can I know the truth of it, what’s…
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Brain Bits To Go 