Turquoise Monster

The razor blade ride you took We hope flew you into the sky You never looked back Yet you felt regret Your note told us so

The years weigh heavy around the eyes But the mind still clasps the rag doll tight Locked behind amber eyes Simplistic thoughts cascade In complex ways Only unhappy when others say As an adult only you are to be treated And they took your doll away Note: sadly this was a real situation, a lady […]

Need the meaning, hope is fleeting. Eating, drinking, sinking, still breathing. On the edge seething, enveloped just thinking.

Dark twisted moments The political decision Opens the flood gates And WHOOSH Down we all go The Slippery Slope

Frustration paints a neon streak Highlighting problems Obliterating the objective Harsh in over exposure Time baits the mind Biting the cortex Stymied the creative Muted self-worry The deadline comes It goes You wonder What was all the fuss?

The shape of sound fits the golden sky Nothing but a ripple of light To those who can not see Blundering to the ground A rain filtered through clouds Dripping with a promise of cacophony But red slashes the gold Black rips the ripple of the chord Throttling vibrations to silvered echos Escaping as a […]

Roaming hills pulse As music tilts the mind Pushing you down from the side Ignoring the stories of you A plan of pain Awaiting a stark intoxication Of Intellect stripped bear Lights flicker in hope A new thought And the beat that signals a new world

Geek street feel the beat Of fingers tapping not the feet Geek street Where programmers meet Turn out coding neat Even when some still use l33t spk That algorithm needs a tweak Seek the answers on Geek Street Better than star fleet Is completing the feet of debugging by the pants of your seat The […]

Fleshy white and pink blooms cupped together In a straggely tree that an old woman tends Blooms that do not keep for drying or pressing Nor steep for perfume Large thick blooms, clumsy some would say The ache to preserve the wonder burns A fleeting beauty like the wrinkled hands that tend it

The edge of the map is found But it is nothing Just a page within an atlas And that atlas in one of many tomes Sitting upon the shelves Of but one room in a library Adventures and trails await The explorers who think they know it all