Often do I sit and ponder
Recline and leave my mind to wander.
Think of all things future-past
Think of all things slow and fast.
I think of the elephant that loves a mouse
Or a man who'd rather a blouse.
The world, so big and full,
Can teach me more than any school.
All the dogs who play in rain
The butler to Mr.Wayne
A stork that sells a pickle
A cats foot that you can tickle.
All these on the green 'n blue
Proves there's nothing we can't do.
If a dog can go to space
And a turtle win a race,
I can eat one more bite
And he can run the kite,
Then can a bird go under the sea
And a baby boy not spray and pee?
Often do I sit and ponder
Where exactly is it that my mind does wonder.
Friday, February 27, 2015
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Winter Rain
Each drop a kiss from your lips
Cleansing my skin of society's dirt.
Each exhale of white
A release of soul pollutants.
Each padder off my shoulder
Breaking a chip.
Each shudder starting in my feet
Reminding me to dance.
Cleansing my skin of society's dirt.
Each exhale of white
A release of soul pollutants.
Each padder off my shoulder
Breaking a chip.
Each shudder starting in my feet
Reminding me to dance.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Sonnet #1
As I lay your head to rest,
Beneath the ground so cold,
First remember it upon my chest,
When you were finally mine to hold.
Your life a breath taken pure,
Deep and full of promise.
Fates sorrows your smile di' cure,
A smile I shall more than miss.
A sun that set before the west
A falling slimmer of glorious shine;
Not yet born but just a crest
A star that fell before its time.
Streams of soul flow out my pane
To see you as your doll,
Kiss I upon lips cooler than rain;
Beneath the wind I curse it all.
Thus with this knife I come to you
And with no tear bid the world Adieu.
Beneath the ground so cold,
First remember it upon my chest,
When you were finally mine to hold.
Your life a breath taken pure,
Deep and full of promise.
Fates sorrows your smile di' cure,
A smile I shall more than miss.
A sun that set before the west
A falling slimmer of glorious shine;
Not yet born but just a crest
A star that fell before its time.
Streams of soul flow out my pane
To see you as your doll,
Kiss I upon lips cooler than rain;
Beneath the wind I curse it all.
Thus with this knife I come to you
And with no tear bid the world Adieu.
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