#WTFisthisIdonteven
House. Chair.
nuff said.
#WTFisthisIdonteven
#WTFisthisIdonteven
Poetry
– pulses –
– pulses –
timeline; wind clock ticks
beats. of thump and gyrations.
hourglass alarms.dewy, singe-soiled gasps.
metallic plastic glowing.
flickering tongue tips.distilled chardonnay.
bladed mo(u)rning. canorous.
tinted gloss. paris.
#Paris #PrayForParis #KwirbsBlurbs #senryu #haiku #poetry #experimental
Poetry
The Paradox Overpass
The Paradox Overpass
There can be no better timing
for the words of forced rhyming
and perhaps, it’s me, griping
of the inner todays unwinding:the yesterday that could’ve
been, the today that should’ve
stilled tomorrow, and would’ve
still been is all that I have;but when this today is done,
as the sun completely sets,
I will not dare to say I’ve won,
all the same, I have no regrets.
Poetry
Inner Balms Within Calming Knolls
Inner Balms Within Calming Knolls
That space between courageous apathy
where I must believe within the soul lies,
peace bating calmness, the loveless implies
beyond the lulls beneath our gravityof where exists the need, a rhapsody
unsung, implying daring thoughts: though wise,
a soul must feed off love, not love’s demise;
tranquil souls, pacify and atrophy.Soothing scents of waning lives that slacken,
bittersweetness of sour ebbings subdued,
clamoring lullabies amplifying;fittingly one among sights of blackened,
flickered respite, love’s pulsations imbued
against our souls’ hushes magnifying…
