When I'm not slumped over in my Kiddie Pool of Depression with a warm PBR and a half a pack of Camels, I sometimes write stuff and make art.
Velvet eyes
Sunset smile
Patient as the grave
He's a love song
a man-song
Composed for harp and drums
And His hand
Invites me dancin'
#poetry
Velvet eyes
Sunset smile
Patient as the grave
He's a love song
a man-song
Composed for harp and drums
And His hand
Invites me dancin'
#poetry
And banners still dance lively once all the soldiers died
So does duty keep the echoes
From rising above thunderous
In all the hollow spaces
Left inside
#poetry
And banners still dance lively once all the soldiers died
So does duty keep the echoes
From rising above thunderous
In all the hollow spaces
Left inside
#poetry
Rosemary in the window box
Many-fingered Lavender
Creeping round the foundation of the barn
Swallows thrumming away, bedding down
All together unfolded
Unpacked
Gently applied
Like a balm prescribed
By the traveling apothecary
Of an old man's memory
#poetry
Rosemary in the window box
Many-fingered Lavender
Creeping round the foundation of the barn
Swallows thrumming away, bedding down
All together unfolded
Unpacked
Gently applied
Like a balm prescribed
By the traveling apothecary
Of an old man's memory
#poetry
Hearts too big for trifling times
Devotions hid in hollow trees
Truth whispered to the wind
Oaths once carved in sylvan guard
Stand ever on their feet
For there are things that do not die
A lover's soul, fair company
Forever She abides
#poetry
Hearts too big for trifling times
Devotions hid in hollow trees
Truth whispered to the wind
Oaths once carved in sylvan guard
Stand ever on their feet
For there are things that do not die
A lover's soul, fair company
Forever She abides
#poetry
Cupped in shaking hands
So split and blister and burn for the light
The way it burns for you
Feed with your body
This fragile destroyer
This infant child of the soul
Weep steam, wail if you must
But all around
The Hungry Darkness waits
So you can never let it go
#poetry
Cupped in shaking hands
So split and blister and burn for the light
The way it burns for you
Feed with your body
This fragile destroyer
This infant child of the soul
Weep steam, wail if you must
But all around
The Hungry Darkness waits
So you can never let it go
#poetry
Damn off-putting
Leaking from a robot in a lab coat
With no stethoscope and no humor
Like for trains? We humans call that a joke
Where better to rendezvous with a psychopomp than Grand Central
Under Pegasus and Friends
A map to the stars
Is that where I'll go
#poetry
Damn off-putting
Leaking from a robot in a lab coat
With no stethoscope and no humor
Like for trains? We humans call that a joke
Where better to rendezvous with a psychopomp than Grand Central
Under Pegasus and Friends
A map to the stars
Is that where I'll go
#poetry
All its wreckage bobbing by in the mind
Whimsical-like in the dappled light of memory
A bored and distant inner sun
Keeps checking his watch
It's almost quitting time
#poetry
All its wreckage bobbing by in the mind
Whimsical-like in the dappled light of memory
A bored and distant inner sun
Keeps checking his watch
It's almost quitting time
#poetry
In that place of believing
In the shadow of some misfit's crypt
Where tidy superstition gave way to the woods
Where the wild raspberries grew
There she stained her lips the color of life
And my love
She gave it all back to me
#poetry
In that place of believing
In the shadow of some misfit's crypt
Where tidy superstition gave way to the woods
Where the wild raspberries grew
There she stained her lips the color of life
And my love
She gave it all back to me
#poetry
At the end of the lane
Is hiding a secret.
Inside two souls are mending
Gentle hands stitching, setting
Kind words coax a budding life
From the litter and ash of the past
Into a new world of their very own building
Where always there are purple flowers
#poetry
At the end of the lane
Is hiding a secret.
Inside two souls are mending
Gentle hands stitching, setting
Kind words coax a budding life
From the litter and ash of the past
Into a new world of their very own building
Where always there are purple flowers
#poetry
What are the odds?!
What are the odds?!
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This is going to be very, very bad.
Like, Mao and The Four Pests bad.
This is going to be very, very bad.
Like, Mao and The Four Pests bad.
reaches into my world
Drawing me across
The span that separates
I can feel you
Everywhere
My body hums
with the resonance of
our energies mingling
J. C. 07.06.25
#poetry #lovepoetry #skypoets
reaches into my world
Drawing me across
The span that separates
I can feel you
Everywhere
My body hums
with the resonance of
our energies mingling
J. C. 07.06.25
#poetry #lovepoetry #skypoets
Someone make this make sense plz.
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Someone make this make sense plz.
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When asked what he did when he busted..well he just bought more chips.
This is the level of incompetence of the so-called geniuses who think they should run society. They're deeply stupid.
When asked what he did when he busted..well he just bought more chips.
This is the level of incompetence of the so-called geniuses who think they should run society. They're deeply stupid.