a poetic journal.
What’s up with the words of the day?
One day I was bored and on the verge of letting my mind wander into the desolation of my imagination. I did not want to go there. So as a distraction I looked up the words of the day and had an epiphany.
Continue reading “breaking the block”
"C'était très facile. no trouble at all" she said as she shrugged her shoulders pushing my concerns aside. I was horrified by what she'd done. How, not now! Holy cow, sitting at the table was a revenant of her late husband, my father, dressed in his best golfer's garb.Continue reading “facile ghoulish garb of the ravenous revenant”
Last night I dreamt of the manticore again. it sat above me on top of the mountain pass, waiting for me to reach the gate. I trodded and trudged up the hill dreading the moment when I would reach the apex. I did not want to be judged, but still I climbed and crawled over the boulders blocking the path. Will the obstacles I overcame and surpassed make him sympathize and feel my plight? I doubt it. I could hear his stomach growl, it was like thunder. I could sense his hunger. It just waited and watched. Why didn't it pounce and put me out of my misery just end this journey? Was it too invested by it's delight in my struggle? Damn you demon! You may best me and get in my way but I will win & get over this trouble triumphant as I beat you back into the rubble.Continue reading “manticore, sporadic, nomenclature”
There's a poetic lyric I wrote a long time ago.
I use passel in the opening verse.
"Do fairy tales really come true,
tell me Cinderella whatever
happened to you. You got your
house on the hill, your passel
of kids.."
It goes something like that and
it's the featured song/poem
of the next video I'm working on
(but still have yet to start editing).
However, I'm feeling particularly motivated
this week. So hopefully I can take
this energy and inject it into my creativity
to increase my productivity that culminates
with me posting a new video
busking a capella by the end of the week.
words of the day 11/2/21
That cackle sent a chill down my spine.
How could the others stand it.
Every time he laughed I shuddered
as if fingers had just run down a
chalkboard. He was so mundane
and had a most inane obsession
with my personal life, with everyone's.
Gossip girl as a nickname did
not do justice. He was filled with
malice, his curiosity was a menace
to the community.
The desire to break bonds and
create chaos with some farfetched story
is where he sought his glory.
I watched him cause worry with the calmest of the sages.
They went grey after being drawn into his games.
Ignoring him was the best I could do,
but he still tried to force interactions.
I tried to turn a blind eye and pretend he didn't happen.
I mean, he's not my problem anymore
that's why I ignored the door
to the columbarium when it opened
and he walked out covered in ash.
hmmm...
May wreaking havoc with the dead be his last act.
words of the day 11/1
confused by the term,
she thought hard,
you could see it reflected in her expression,
the furrowed brow and pursed lips
in deep contemplation
‘2 versts and you'll be there.’
Where? What? 2 verses?
She misunderstood, but still tried
to find the lines that could get her
to the destination she wanted to find
"Go 2 versts! 10 blocks that way,
a mile past the Jack in the box.”
Oh God, was he putting her on.
This is a bogus explanation,
she only asked for directions,
not a language lesson
She wished she could look it up
but alas, an anomaly, her phone was dead.
Damn it why did she bother to get out of bed.
words of the day 10/23/21
My mind is reeling somewhat overwhelmed stressed, distressed over impending progress as I step forward towards the future into an unknown tomorrow my first instinct is to retreat in the sweet oblivion of procrastination, hesitation & constant second guessing. I make lists of unfinished business then sit and watch Netflix, while the hours of the day whittle away to the coming dawn I feel a yawn coming on and know that soon I have to set aside this pen and find a way to end these lines with a suitable rhyme that continues the flow before I lie back and ponder the things I haven’t done and need to complete tomorrow.
the day started late I slept in but now it's afternoon I'm awake wondering what's the plan Will I get to those errands I've been putting off Will I find the energy to go for a walk Perhaps I'll take the time to color my hair it is, after all, the start of a brand new age & I should attend to these grey strays I should do a lot of things I just have to start with one.
The worst thing I can hear are those three words many hold so dear,Continue reading “the worst thing I can hear”
Oh they’ll wait, forever and a day, to hear them at least once in their life
but not me
those three words just mean goodbye.
It’s my last memory of you,
the last words I heard before you disappeared
and I had to accept we were through.
and that’s how I came to dread the phrase
‘I love you’.
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