Don’t Be. …Absurd
It’s only… .a word
A musical rhythm
Set in time. …Pentameter
Or Anti-matter; rather.
It’s in your head
You dance, You dance
Round and Round
In bed.
It takes 2ow or One
It takes 4our or more
and lets not forget 3ree.
Don’t be absurd though.
Think it through now.
Is it false or Is it true?
Silly, you don’t even know:
What is it? it is is
Absurd? Absurd.
Categories: free-form writing · nonsense · nonsensical · peotry · poetry · random · writing
Tagged: absurdity, fun, peom, peotry, poem, poetry
If I write everyday It keeps demons at bay.
Livin’ a lie
Hopin’ to fly
Away
To a place called home
Information is God… …or is it Knowledge?
…Is Knowledge Wisdom or is Experience?
What is God.
Nervous Tick (le)
Bad Habit=Lewd Nun
Scribble Scribble
Seems the same. From up here.
Well down here. It’s better.
Ideas/Thoughts on paper are so much better than in the head; they don’t jumble about as much. On paper they reach a steady state, immobile & clean. A specimen that can be examined and corrected.
Categories: Muse · Musings · Ramblings · casting pearls · depression · free-form writing · life · nonsense · nonsensical · peotry · random · random thoughts · self knowledge · self-exploration · thoughts · writing
Tagged: catharsis, my catharsis, random writing, self-exploration
Neck pop
Shoulder stop
S T R Etch
KlinkKlinkclink
Your vertebrae in sync
PoP goes the weasel
Goes your knees
As you please
Roll over
Oh my back!
Its a heart attack
Need a new mattress?
Trust, its less stress
On your mind
You’ll be fine
Take these pills
It cures Ills
And brings new pain,
Symptoms to your brain
Categories: life · nonsensical · peotry · poetry · random · writing
Tagged: age, aging, old, peom, poem, poetry
I feel agitated, upset at the past. I feel helpless and lost, I feel impotent. I am nagged by a sensation that I missed what I was supposed to, that I missed what I could have and settled for something less. I feel there is magic in the world and that I am too mundane to see it. I feel heartbroken and failed. I feel old but I was born only yesterday.
Well that was depressing… So Be It!
I think I may be too empathetic. Pathetic being the operational word. I’m cynical and hard, compromised and solid. I am an everchanging Rock. My heart is as open-wide as my eyes. My heart is hardened and my soul was/is pure. The journey is long but we don’t care to think on the destination; the destination will get here when it will, without our help. On the road I decided to travel through the fields, in the fields I found my way back to the road, from there I went to swim in the river to fetch up on an unknown beach. Through this wilderness then I travel, fearless and afraid. I had a map for the road but I left it when I left it. Back before the fields in the land of sunrises and promises.
And the root of the problem is: “I don’t Know”.
Do I need to know though?
I don’t know.
Categories: Musings · Philosophy · Self-image · casting pearls · depression · life · random · random thoughts · self knowledge · talking · thoughts · writing
Tagged: depression, emotions, life, life's journey, self-knowing, soul searching
