Sigh, So slow, So long

Or a Raving Rant about my Artistic Process

When colors occlude as words to the weary fail to shine
For colors, so vibrant, twirl, lighten loads of life to define
So such pleasures sought, we weak, tremble away from work to do
As pleasant thoughts entice us from hard glories to attain and chew
The stress as thus enthralls many to paths beaten worn well toward wide
Yet gold glimmers under stores held hard, petrified, from the casual, denied
Ugh in so few
I’m frustrated
Fractured streams of thoughts, such sinuous smoke slides on the sly before me
Then is gone
Stories swirl up in here, thoughts felt, dreams of futures ahead
Yet instead, tubin away I mope, medicating in mindlessness, watch a world whirl
By, as I still, kept in carapace, unassailed, unmarked steeled such stainless   
Incarcerated, in silver set, I lie by, discarnated, the spirit sees beyond
But held, is denied to move
So I sit
A chair for second
From such stature stagnant
Such a soul stilted
Sturs the hamster hesitant
But the stone takes the Sisyphean stroll back to birth
For though apex atop in the whirl’s circular spin
At best life is a spiral towards a line flat, fallen and at an end
So to be, before to not, as such I aspire
As thou art in color or in letting loose scripts, I aim
Though the becoming burdens bear, bounding barely beyond barren
Still, I’ll try
Still, I’ll go on
In colorful words
Within worlds colored

Long post?–Have a pear! 😉

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Sleepy Music

With a rhythmic ruse

Doth my gentle muse

my set focus skews

as a poem she cues

 

thus stanzas here ooze

as verses she doth fuse

shaping shiftly the hues

shadows glistening she brews

 

thus when I wish to snooze

with thoughts flowing doth she abuse

her poet dear, sleep she doth excuse

but with discordant verses she imbues

 

So with coffee, ideas will amuse

as a shy vimful lyric accrues

Sleep feints, as rhythms perfuse

thus nightly the fight continues . . .

AndSwears

Why the fridge, cold and serene

What the fish, glinting in shiny sheen

Who the—now, how does this end?

How on earth,  different from the trend

 

When interjecting questions persist

Who do you expect to help, assist

What appreciation did you desire

Where do you seek advice, so dire

 

Why do you claim to call the divine

When trying to rectify a spine

What sought celestial condemnation

Would improve the situation?

 

Swear, state, assert to say

Grief, yet from truth, not stray

Avoid euphemisms, evil’s eulogy at best

Vent explaining, let not expletives mar your chest

Sitting On My Words

Give me a reason to exist

As I lie here with my words

Give me a reason to insist

To voice ideas to the nerds

 

For I will shyly resist

For why should I speak

Thus you should persist

if my ideas you seek

 

A silent stream I consist

of thoughts flowing between ears

yet there they subsist

kept back by vibrant fears

 

Therein lies the fatal twist

as here my shy words do stand

yet they obscured, are missed

as I sit, words detained, canned

 

To the Court of Public Opinion

In the court of public opinion

Lords and ladies abound

Testy swaggered with thought

Sheaths unfeline they hound

 

Yet arrows to your wings

Opinions on which you sore

Hammering, you hem and haw

beating ears like Thor

 

Thunder you may sound

Yet divine you are not

Lightning you may seem

Yet light bares you shot  

 

Who grants you rights to reek

Who extended the scepter

Hey, hang on man, hold it

Is there a reason for your banter

 

Yes you  have a mouth

and sure, you do use it

Yet does that  mean really

you should desire to abuse it?

 

Seek eloquence suave

Aspire to the brevity of wit

Inquire queries of disputes

Think about words a bit

 

Swag with testimony integral

Stroll with wisdom in hand

Saunter a sage savvy

So wise curt opinions stand

See, These Ships Sink

These ships are sinking, we must find a shore secure

Sure, these boats have carried us as is known in lore

Yet these husks are rotten, brim ragged of holes

Sending these sculls to depths, drowning all clinging souls

 

So save our souls, in a meaning clear

Amend our ardor, truth without smear

Rescue our reason, rend rectitude right

Salvage our spirit, redeem us from the trite

 

On these waters, we words once meant something

Yet these swells of culture were sadly perverting

So on these oceans of life, new words must sail anew

For under these depths, we must sleep dead, there accrue