Pictured Plight

Only asked in reply to a curious question of why.

The wash does seem so empty,

the world pooled effect,

so fixed in showing how it is,

the anger is not knowing.

A sculpture or a pyramid,

the broken mountain met,

the film of which is missing,

stolen by a threat?

The impression of the Moon,

a crescent issued proof,

the sun will shine shadowed behind,

I guess it's living clues.

Wars upon the walk of stars,

turning sheets instead of bars,

a bottle-neck in life so far,

the choke discovers the chimneys fluke,

symmetry points at truth.

Tools Of The Trade

May love be the Arrow tipped with a Kiss and the Bow deliver the Hug that should never be missed.

Curiously Asked

May the guest be of invitation. A shirt is a statement of sorted relation. Masked with more than worn-out, a curious sort of wow, displays that entice the crowd.

The persons symptoms seem to say, I feel so lucky albeit a pace. People scramble to see the face, I wonder is there missing type that states the case?

The City fills up these halls, the board rooms seemed a little displaced, the courage it took to not walk away, I must admit, the strength in stayed, amazed me on that video replay.

Smiles worn, squished in scorn? couldn't tell, looked to the right and said 'oh,well' I guess it's good to know the Tell, that seemed so strange, almost like Hell.

The venture followed, the mirrored effect, a pin to show, the lonely room, the poolside venue, no laughter boomed, do you have the resources for, these flights that seem to be ignored?

Not that I worry, I am like a mouse, I just was curious about the tout, that is pictured upon wherever you're found, seems as if you're making a signaled route.

Really, it's just a question that I won't hear, the answer is, yours to fear, after life seems to cheer, upon your chest I see it clear: Wondering?

No Contest.

Forward Views Passed News

 The danger in risk is not in the miss,

it's the hit, the advancement of what proves to list.

Original in Written,

the stance barely told,

the story of life,

amazingly old.

The centered idea, a mind within cord,

imagination is better as knowledge is stored.

This mortal body, a prison thereof,

is only a chore in this given role,

 releasing such bars to See so much more!!

Escaping with ease,

a well-practiced move,

to galaxy dimensions,

to Read better clues.

The 'Work' of this 'Balance'

robotic response,

the journey of the quest,

is to train for the test.

As Over-World reads,

to be just a deed,

the breath I don't inhale,

warms me to ski.

A zone or a drift,

to lift this exist, the next life was scene,

in simply a tip.

Proportioned

Lead Lines

The Picture, the Verse,

a Mind on display,

connections are certain,

to play with words.

The paraphrased stanza,

are riddles in form,

a poetic rhythm in simply performed.

The rite of a conscience,

the delicate ink,

lends 'purchase' to find,

we all do not think.

In streaming of do,

I imagine the 'Proof'

a human relation,

now Satellites move.

No longer the touch of what proves a 'Race'

the 'Love' or the 'Place'

instead it's the tender of spoken erased.

Long 'Past' forgotten,

books now in sought,

common themes become,

letter and words,

 only dreams that are brought.

The whip or the chains,

the fifty-shades brain,

the watch of the talk,

makes empty to plain.

Know action conversed,

the ream in rehearsed,

lost Ages are Pages,

the service on turf.

Obedience, Control,

discipline is bold.

The Order is Set,

the doing of told,

the role of the follow becomes only Script,

if lives are not born with practiced equipped.

To spark in ignite,

the more in the night,

the extension of hands,

develops new plans.

Now I ride difference with lyrics in said,

the only place driven the Lairs of not dead.

A dungeon presents a life to a View,

the sensual drive to the steer of what's been,

the Flame of my Hymn.

Knot 'Watched' nor believed,

my mind issue's peek,

at what makes the curious,

an interesting take!! 

Mooning

The extraction of the hymn,

the verse of a blend,

the words will know healing,

a Life in a bend.

This Circle of Find,

all alone in a wind,

reversing repetition,

releasing intertwined.

The melody of music,

heard without news,

commercial reminds,

that blue is attuned.

Post Haste to turn-off,

this faucet or walk,

to seek-out no record,

in karmic debate.

To repeat the same mistake,

a Life is not paved,

the stick of this talk,

a carrot of trade.

To stoke only burnt,

remains of the play,

the script of a past,

a future in caved.

To have sought out the keep,

the dungeon of route,

the rails so loud,

in an open kowtow.

The minds of a crowd,

the matter so black,

the whole in the fact,

the Site to look back.

Silk Threads

Death Pangs

The word of the press,

news to just Net,

the less of the more,

people abhor.

The sneaking to follow,

to wreck with a tweet,

to state an opinion,

or turn love into bleep.

The blunt spoken basics,

of nothing is said,

responses are certain,

to enrage what is read.

The script of the written,

the herd of the verse,

the hinge to the doors,

will prove not absurd.

Actions are labeled,

prepared for a tag,

in the game of you're it,

the pitch is the flag.

A Bridled Part

The mass of 'self-purchase'
is rewound to push-back
to the beginning,
discovery Wild!!

The buttons or triggers,
the Fire and the Flame,
an Elemental start,
to recount the 'why' I'm here!!

Up & On such a preview,
notoriously I found,
interest was peaked!!

None did succumb,
to the broad of the view!!

The feed of the laugh,
popular path,
until is was,
pointed: Exact!!

Tiled in Scat,
singing in fact,
instrument reams of trumpets in Ink!!

A-muse in 'Just' form,
producing a store,
to lead in a storm,
a Life unadorned!!

People sat back,
read only lines,
the print in a post,
singular in stood!!

The collection brought to One,
relief in the stun,
stooped about locked,
the red in the talk!!

Breath Caught In Choke

I pack the frozen to entice the find,
do not dream, do not love, do not wait,
this life is Time!!

Wings of hurdled feathers nest,
far below the persons growth
in mindful muster to fight this mess,
the thimble of a thorough Crest.

The Plane of board,
the room displayed,
a kind of treatment matched.

Upside down,
'round and 'round,
the shaker grips,
a World loss!!

I Really Want You

I write to relate,

connections are mend,

pictured complete,

the gallop of Lead,

to always remember a Life in a Steed!!

The mention, to speak,

better to see,

Imagine, Believe,

that majesty was ....... beautifully loved!!

Slaughtered Because...

Two more lives could not be saved this week,

the phone call just revealed.

The slaughtered lives that could have been redeemed,

grows only one thing,

the reality that people bring to Earth,

this type of death is absurd,

for animals we could have saved.

In an effort to bring awareness,

I brought myself to the brink,

reality is the bitter chill,

and slaughter is the sink.

The Framed

Shoot Straight

The wonder of life,

no longer in why,

the umbrella goes up,

the walk to abrupt.

The Mind of Track,

the notes in passed,

reminds me of a puzzling path.

The shadows of memory,

the haunt of thought,

the brick of core-learning,

the eloquence boxed.

To count on the innocence,

the certain or must,

the approach of the message,

the hello or the brush.

Backing made lyrics,

more easily heard,

stages the venue,

the World in blur!!

So fast and so quick,
it looks like a trip,
resembles the years of classical prints.

The landing of skip,

the whole of descent,

a path to remove,

obligation from spun.

The least of the value,

a measurement grade,

repeating the same or very mistake,

is only a lesson, 

if repeat pushes play.

The Tally of the Day,
is the sum of varied life expenses.

The Piet

the Ice Cream melts,

the chocolate soup,

a coffee cup in thoughts:

A Coup!!

the bowl is tell,

the spoon is left,

cream and sugar:

Tee-Up!!

the express,

to relate,

the image:

Know Respite!!

a journey hear,

a quest to they're,

the bedtime of my Night-in-Gale:

So Their!!

the broken stare,

an empty bin,

the trash of void,

in Life!!

A vacuum chord,

the painted prose,

rainbow colors bleed,

think!!

Volley thought,

to noise in spout,

seconds shoveled:

Minutes Shroud!!

a graduate degree,

filed part,

a glass half cold;

Not empty!!

a loaded life,

well-known scroll,

is it the cut or the role?

Snapshots drop the Dime!!