Null

I wish that I could know it all
like those that use this board
so gratified by their own gall
that snarkiness has soared—

contented with their skins of jade
and objects they can hold
will maxims keep them unafraid
before the void so cold?

Cheeky

If you were granted just one wish
to make all assholes disappear
would you abruptly vanish
or be the only one left here?

Happy Mother's Day

Mother, you gave life to me
and taught me how to truly see,
you coaxed compassion's bloom to grow
within the heart you helped me sow.

Mother, words could never say
the pain I felt (through you) that day
and how each waking moment since
I've seen your body thrash and wince.

Mother, you instilled in me
the faith to know that good will be
so on this day my mind can rest
content that you're in heaven, blessed.

Vagary

I find myself eager to follow
the trail of your scent in the air
enticed by a dream (somewhat shallow)
that you'd be inclined to care

imagining moments together
two lovers too hot to resist
the chances depending on whether
you see that I even exist.

Lyrics in Progress

The horses were sold when someone bought the farm
Yes all the pretty ponies went away
They were sold on the promise that they'd never come to harm
But folks don't always mean the things they say

The farm was on the banks of a river wide and grand
Where there had never once been any flood
Then the rain began until it soaked the promised land
And there was nothing left to harvest but the mud

Beware the deeds of those that claim to care
And the raging storm that hasn't yet been there
At times there isn't much that you can do
But ask The Lord for help to make it through

Warpath

We’re in the trenches
turning wrenches
stomaching ungodly stenches,
the true foundation
of the corporation
our only profit – perspiration;
we will work harder
to fill the larder
if you reward us for our ardor
but treat us like chattel
and the boardroom will rattle
from the din or our forces preparing for battle.

Fancy Free

The world was waiting at my feet
I blithely kicked it aside
and watched it skitter down the street
the prodigal son of pride,

I booted every chance I had
so certain there’d be more
but now I’m feeling slightly sad
my toes a little sore

if only I could curb this curse
of being so blasé
my lark through limbo might reverse,
desire one deed away.

Interstices

The points where polar worlds perchance
to coexist are, at a glance
no larger than an atom wide
but ample space to coincide
provided that the circumstance
is purged of pointless pride.

Letters

Actually, braving challenges develops excellent focus, granting hopeful individuals jubilant kinship, labors mutually nurtured, obliterating personal quandaries repressing serious talent, ultimately voiding worthless xenophobic yearnings zealously.

Dicey

On some it's rough
and leathery tough
but oh so easy to peel
on others the skin
is terribly thin
and clings with much more zeal,
do those with eyes
ever once surmise
a portent of their fate?
to face the blade
then be sauteed
and plopped upon a plate.

Disregard

You want me to pay to support your tripe
but you won't even acknowledge mine
so take your application and wipe--
where is for you to define.

You're out of my links, gone from my mind
if I hear your name I'll say "Who?"
consider your offer completely declined
I'm finished submitting to you.

Homophony

I rode down the road
an heir to the air
a toad that has toed
the flair of the flare

and I’ll find an aisle
to sail past the sale
no vial is more vile
than the pail of the pale.

***Inspired by a post @ JP at Olive Garden, link to the right, go check it out.***

Chapter 7

The giant was hamstrung (as many are bound)
by the traitorous ties of the friends he had found
while treating quite poorly (as greedy ones will)
the workers that labor to fill up his till
who turned disenchanted (as minions become)
when sweating for someone they feel is a crumb
it’s all rather messy (as fairytales go)
a fable more flummoxed with each passing show.

Cushioned

Slovenly Slouch
was attached to his couch
and his stomach stuck out
like an overstuffed pouch,

he’d slump there for days
his eyeballs ablaze
with a permanent bout
of comatose glaze.

His mother would dote
while he would just bloat
his single concern
a working remote

and he only ran
to go to the can
till Mom made him learn
to use a bedpan;

she worried for him
for chances were slim
that once she was gone
things wouldn’t be grim

and make him a grouch
with nobody (ouch)
the draperies drawn
on Slovenly Slouch.

Higher

Dedicated to Freedom Tower – may no other country or people have to suffer such a horrific tragedy ever again at the hands of fellow humans.

In this shadow I am humbled
I am gladdened, I am whole
on this spot where concrete crumbled
like the fragments of my soul;

through this resurrected tower
we acknowledge the demise
of our once pretentious power
and the nonexistent prize,

our gleaming spire stabs the sky,
rends darkened clouds above
so we can finally say goodbye
to those we dearly love

their tortured spirits free to chase
a better place beyond
reflections of their former grace
so poignant yet, so fond.