It rhymed.
It had that much.
The meter wasn’t bad.
We’re still alive with time to touch
the heart.
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It rhymed.
It had that much.
The meter wasn’t bad.
We’re still alive with time to touch
the heart.
the heart
weighs the same as
a can of Mountain Dew
but in the end, the downed Dew wins
code blue
code blue
means I love you
and if you don't love me
go away and let me be free
agree
(huh!! :confused5: I hope the syllable problem is set now)
Looks good, Free! :)
I thought I posted this before but I guess it's out in space somewhere. Anyway, Melanie's is better.
The heart
Is a drummer,
A player, a mummer
Whose dumbshow runs only a day.
Bummer.
***
Agree
With all I say!
It's what they said to me
So it must be okay--wouldn't
They say?
They say
what I thought they
would say: some pleasant stuff
In time today to let it flow
away.
Away:
Past or to come,
Whether future or gone,
Are fated in distance from us
To stay.
To stay
and spend the night
with a full moon for light
would have been nice were we not made
of ice.
Of ice,
While it has charms,
Goosebumps rising on arms
Often rise my ire. So I go
With fire.
With fire
I conquered ice
though briefly on the lake
frozen, waveless, heartless with fish
to take.
To take
Your meaning, sir,
I find I must concur.
Yes, it is as you say. Now go
Away!
“Go away!”
She wanted rest,
but for how long he would
not know. Then walls grew. Then he could
not go.
Not go?
Mais non, mais non!
One goes unto the fray:
The road cannot end and we can-
Not stay.
Not stay?
No way. I’d be
here any day the sun
would rise to entertain our soft
blue skies.
Blue skies,
An illusion,
One finds: light blossoms for a time,
Then bent to our minds, it colors
Our eyes.
Our eyes
see what they will
and give our minds their fill
of mystery, half certainty
and thrill.
And thrill
(Or what you will)
Sells selfies, sex, and soap;
Shills hangman's rope so all can cope.
Say nope.
Say nope?
Whatever gives
one hope will let one walk
through walls to yes to take a breath
and live.
And live
A lie? Fie no!
Not I! I'll walk through walls
After I die; and breathe that breath
At death.
At death
we rest at least
though some hope we do less
than that with our eternal rest
at death.
At death
You say we rest.
It's really just a guess.
Confess! We know not if we're damned
Or blessed.
Or blessed?
Or damned? Or worse,
perhaps, if nothing should
appear. No light. No rest. No warmth.
No peace.
No peace
Be found within
This broken heart of mine
Wounds frozen in time's great grasp be
Laid open
Laid open.
Till the Sun has
set. It’s Time that’s done. We
will forget and it will stop-start
the clock.
The clock--
And is that it?
It chimes. It swings its times,
Its pendulum. Me, I just spit
The pit.
The pit
where Tim was left
to die was fit for those
who wondered why they were the ones
God chose.
God chose
To look, to look
Away. Do you suppose
I know or think I know a thing
To say?
To say
or not to say
is like some Hamlet’s task,
an indecisive way to miss
a chance.
A chance--
So some ascribe
The workings of all our
Sacred jive and cynical cant.
No chance.
No chance
and also no
determinism can
excuse what we have done or did
not do.
Not do?
You tell me now
That somehow it won't do?
Why I made it especially
For you.
For you
the clouds are blue,
the grass is green and you
are seen by smiling eyes that shine
like gold.
like gold
my death will be;
like gold in the very blood
of me. a bird tears the red sky,
like gold, nothing i'm
Like gold (nothing I’m),
as above so
below or as below
so above, take the mystery
and go.
And go
take me with you
but your baggage must stay
cage my Id in a RV but
shadow
Shadow
darkens. Light has
dimmed. Stars will bring the night
and with it rest from anxious ways
and fright.
And Fright
Flew down one day
And perched at Sophie's right.
And yet I never heard who won
That fight.
That fight
they had no one
could win. They lost and then
began again like twilight, dusk
to dawn.
To dawn
The feathers flew
The yielding wax unglued
And so like Lucifer we fell
To hell
To hell,
to heaven, back
again around we go
forgetting and recalling all
we know.
We know
And yet the road
Decides for us the time
To wince and stay or bear the way
And go