Spontaneous Poems

you are the gentleness
the stone i need
lying in my open palm
the prayer i plead

to the nullity god
to hearth and fire
to days of toil and sod
to my angel lyre

if im alive
to see a hundred and five
i may look like the crypt keeper
may be an all day sleeper
might forget to trim my nails
probly leave urin trails
tend to trip and fall
forget you one and all

but some things i will have
is my bottle of salve
a cat to sleep on my lap
bottom lip to flap
a giant magnifier
some kind of emulsifier
memories of mostly lies
cd of soothing lullabies

Good ones edgar



a vine grows long and stern
and winds on every turn
flowing with the power
as it delegates the flowers

spreading far and wide
till it grows up on the side
creeping round the bend
touching end to end

and when its had its reign
it takes a breathe and then
it sleeps in winter snow
stumbles more to grow
the foliage turns to brown
as it wears a winter gown

I like this one, and think it would be even better with a final verse, in which the vine reacts to spring.

This was a really quick spontaneous one edgar, I ran out of rhythm at the end, but I recovered and added a finale

a vine grows long and stern
and winds on every turn
flowing with the power
as it delegates the flowers

spreading far and wide
till it grows up on the side
creeping round the bend
touching end to end

and when its had its reign
it takes a breathe and then
it sleeps in winter snow
stumbles more to grow

the foliage turns to brown
as it wears a winter gown
cloaked from icy sting
to emerge again in spring

Lovely, colorbook:

Her hand fell gently on his head
But in that touch the message read
Stay quiet

And I've done wrong again
He thought with lowered eyes, chagrin.
Harsh fiat.

I took this pic, (unedited-it's misting rain here) at 7:20PM


No doubt the golden light



No doubt
the golden light surrounding him
holds back much
of the anxiousness of this night,
but he clutchs the flowers tightly by their stems
and wonders again
if they and this date
had both been bad ideas.
Thinking, what was he thinking
when he said yes okay yes sure,
now, less sure
looking the direction she will surely come,
she will surely come, surely come, surely.
what is he thinking
surely she will come
yes.
sure.
yes, yes okay.
no doubt.

indubidably.

Verse I:

I didn't mean to,
I swear,
I still love her,
I still care,

( Need another stanza here )


Pre-Chorus:

I don't think,
I can survive this atrocity,

Find myself,
On the brink of insane animosity,

Chorus:

Is she still alive,
Or is my brain deceiving me?
Did she survive,
Or is this,
An alternate reality, of my mind?

Is she still alive,
Or are my thoughts to messed up, to tell?
Can I contrive,
The will to carry on,
In this life of endless Hell?

Verse II:

I didn't see her,
Standing there,
Just switched to reverse,
Without a care,

Innocent eyes,
Looking back at me,
Anyone in there,
Not that I can see,


Chorus:

Is she still alive,
Or is my brain deceiving me?
Did she survive,
Or is this,
An alternate reality, of my mind?

Is she still alive,
Or are my thoughts to messed up, to tell?
Can I contrive,
The will to carry on,
In this life of endless Hell?

Breakdown:

I'm going insane,
Is she alive,
Can she be with me again?

I've got to go and see,
Open the casket,
And pull her free,

*Instrumental Build Up*

Here it is,
So close now,
Dig through the Earth,
And get her,
This I vow,
Open the casket,
Set her free,
Let her be,
Here with me,

Ending-Chorus:

What has happened,
I know shes there,
She won't speak to me,
Does she care?

I am here,
To rescue her,
But she's not there,
I wish she were,

She is dead,
I can't believe,
I killed my daughter,
Of only three,

To Justify,
What I have done,
I end this now,
I need my gun.

have you said the wrong word
and been thought a turd
when in fact your main purpose
reframe the circus
of thought to reality
close mentality
flings poisonous dart
at innocent heart
lie in the tall still weeds
say nothing while the conversation bleeds

destroy your innocence
for a sense of accomplishment
and a little bit more social acceptance

are you respected? are you loved? worth any more?
no
you're a 15 year old mother
and a priceless whore

can a life be a whore
ever ending on page one
i suppose if its true
one could never even run
fast enough

<waving> hello to everyone

Thanks Letty


sleeping fingers type confusing words
dancing ungracefully across the keys
muttering incoherent sentences
in fragemnts mispellet…misspeled…misspelled
and finally triumphs after that first cup of coffee

gotta be cute
even hirsute
if ya wanna be my star
gotta have teeth
the color of beets
if thats the way you are

shape like a pear
mouth like a bear
if ya wanna be my star
eyes like jelly beans
loose droopy jeans
cause thats the way you are

gotta like friends
dont need depends
if ya wanna be my star
holding your hands
wrists like rubber bands
i love the way you are

goooood moornin everyone!!!!!!!!!
Yall have a good day, ya hear?

Good afternoon
From the dreary
Wet mist
Of England
Where there have been storms
And the sky is now
The greyest blue
And everything's dripping
With rain
Up here on the moors
Even the ponies run for cover

Just been on the political threads.
YA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-H-H-H-H-H-H-H

You didn't happen to come across my mind while you were there did you, Edgar?

I lost it while i was in the political forum some months ago
Never had the balls to go back for it
Thought f*ck it
They can have it

Sometimes though, I do miss it



They're probably using it for an ash-tray right now

It was burned to a cinder and left in a pool of smoking goo, Endy. Sorry.

Thought so
I think deep down i already knew it was gone

But it's a relief to get it confirmed