Seeker

Without a plot
there is no twist
the words you've got
are just a list

so find one lest
you'd like this lot
there is no rest
without a plot.

Divisible

The lushness of the lowlands has been slowly stripped away
as naked mothers comb the mist for children gone astray
the river's cold and sluggish as it crawls between the hills
but here on holy ground I seek relief for all my ills
and though I must admit that the horizon starts to fade
a fraction of my fervor keeps me somewhat unafraid.

Hard Place

Who am I to judge
if you maintain a grudge
I've had my share of feuds
where I refused to budge

but here's a little hint
life's a lonely stint
for anyone who broods
their heart as hard as flint.

Avoidance

I'm seldom in the mood
when I initially wake
for reality to intrude
but it seems I cannot shake
the duties I've accrued
was it all a big mistake?
I'm feeling slightly rude
steer clear for your own sake.

Get My Drift?

We know the plows go by
when snow accumulates
but can you educate me why
the driver always waits

until my driveway 's clear
to push a glacier through
as they smile ear to ear
and bury us anew?

Well I have had enough this time
and vowed to pay them back
it's just their job, not a crime
but I said no more slack

so I borrowed a dump truck
and filled it with snow
then followed that dumb schmuck
to his house and let go!

Let it Rain

The clouds are coalescing
their misty forms
precursor storms
which sometimes are a blessing

for lands that need hydration
where fields have burned
and things have turned
into a conflagration.

Lockout

The moon drew nearer as I combed my hair
and skies for signs but none were there
and while I straightened out my part
it pulled on my entangled heart
which snarled into a painful knot
that deeply bothered me, but not
as much as staring at the breach
that keeps desire beyond my reach.

Toll or Tally?

It's critical to measure
like when you have to bake
but not always a pleasure
like how much one can take

of petty people prying
or those that try to break
your will with pointless lying
because they're so damn fake

or how long one can suffer
with guilt they cannot shake
instead of times they buffer
another person's ache.

Nonstop

December air is deceptively crisp
and yields a sky without a wisp
so you can watch the jets progress
as lines of white that coalesce
like magic in the blue expanse
and fade as fast as they advance
the same as we, the builders of
these steely steeds that streak above.

Back Petal

The earth was my womb
the heavens my tomb
encrusted with stars that alleviate gloom
you cannot exhume
disciples of doom
so spare me your sorrowful symbolic bloom.

Illuminated

What have we gained from all of our clashes
an ocean of blood that's covered with ashes
and how do we shine despite dark desires
by borrowing light from elysian fires
when inspiration arrives in flashes
to anyone who aspires

Orion

We are all of us in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars- The Pretenders


Boundaries have been
the bane of good men
since our antecedents first breathed
they learned to break through
and try something new
when their curiosity seethed

we currently face
a chance to embrace
redemption for any past scars
but some cling to rage
while others engage
in a mission to visit new stars.

Huskers

A field of corn
that goes unshorn
defies the cold
with golden scorn

for it has worn
the sun each morn
and will not fold
as drifts adorn.

Fertile Ground

Make sure what keeps you rooted
can never be polluted
by toxic seepage from the world of woe
keep everything organic
and you won't have to panic
whatever you may sow will surely grow.

Undergrowth

A crow inspects a garbage bin
it's darting eyes as black as sin
but finds no decent fare within

then soars above the brown decay
where I could swear just yesterday
the hill was lush and green and gay

beneath a sky so blue and vast
our problems never seemed to last
but sadly, that was in the past.