Life of man.

Wet tears land on lost child’s frame, life is not a game,
Fools play in the street, until death steals something precious away,
One moment of carelessness takes a life time to fix,
No likeness should assume, I am immune, to a snake’s deadly perfume,
Go and tempt fate, see what is brings,
He is standing on precipice, he will soon be falling due to one kiss,
Crushed lost ones are not forgotten, they leave scars that are rotten,
I was thinking these thoughts, thoughts spinning through my mind,
Weeping woman, why do you weep?
I killed my babe and now I see,
Winding corners and spinning wheels, end a young fool’ life,
Maybe that’s harsh and even cruel, but,
Is it not reality?
Precious gift of life you’ve been given, you can fight, you can be driven,
I was thinking these thoughts, pondering them much,
Turning them over and flipping them again, and again,
Careful am I, knowing that I'm walking on the thin ice of life,
One push spinning it out control,
Hold it still.

Emotion of his Mind.

Flurry of colors splash across white, dying the blank sheet colorful bright,
Turning plain into beautiful stains, peaceful scene or dying pains,
Flowers of pink to show a scene, lain out in a tasteful fashion,
Full of light, full of passion,
Or not do you fancy, the picture of nice dancing Nancy,
Dark scene of hurt is your sort, man who did wrong awaiting fate in court,
Mothers dripping tears fall on lost precious babe,
World of grudges, world of pains,
Who started this madness, this crazy race of strife,
Young man, it’s the race of life,
Shaken back to his canvas, splashing organized paints into places,
His color taints all of the blank spaces,
Beautiful, dark, hard, bright, still,
Emotion of his mind painted so you won’t be blind, blind to his view,
Emotion of his mind.

Little Ants

Little busy ants run here and there,
Little ants with little scares,
Little ants with little lives,
Little ants with little dives,
Little ants with little cares,
Little ants running into snares,
Little ants with unbendable will,
Why won’t you become still?
Why don’t you care oh little ants?
Go away, we are busy

The Poet

It starts with a prick, a little poke,
It quickly grows and knocks on the door,
Hello?
It runs away faster than you can think,
You can’t rush it in, it comes as it wills,
Slowly coming back is the mind circus, you hear the door creak open wide,
Thinking beyond most minds will ever think, flipping and flopping things burst through your door,
Dancing monkeys and horseplay kids, make chaotic crashes inside you head,
Prancing people and springing signs make no sense to the human mind,
Pleasant popping sounds come to my ears,
A flurry of bright flashing colors all fly and swing by, everything laughing, but why?
Someone pokes me, I looked behind to find a clown,
All colorful and fun, he danced away as night went on,
I ran to catch these crazies in my house, they would surely make a mess of things,
It takes a while to organize a carefree zoo, all those animals on a spree,
A white sheet of paper holds them to my decree,
Working to stick them wherever they fit,
Put them in the right spots, objectionable and relative are the tricks,
When they don’t fit, throw them long, if you don’t you’ll keep hearing them bong,
Whipped into shape by a man, a man with purpose and a duty at hand,
A compelling story to make out of a jumble,
He will write them and he will not grumble, and he will command, that they bow to his every demand,
He is the captain, the thinker, the author,
The poet.

Word Play

Words playing around in the grass,
Like little children they swing and dance,
Over and over again we hear them shouting out in their own voices,
Or maybe they whisper in quiet tones,
Are they far away or close to my ears? Sometimes it’s hard to tell,
The way they are wielded is the key, the key to society,
They are the key to all the minds in the world, for any weak mind like mine will follow what it likes to hear,
Silence.

Everyone and no one.

Swept along on the floor, no one is noticed by anyone, swept away,
The water of society swerves, in and out, in and out,
Breaking tide crushing hearts,
Crumpled thought thrown away, feet that trip are ignored,
Whipped man is not adored, stripped of all when he went to explore,
Welcome does not exist, for those who make fists,
Later, they will have binded wrists,
Sea of pains, come from stains,
Stream of tears, poured forth due to fears,
Heart crushing peers, leave me alone,
Little do you know, you are a guilty child,
Smiles of happiness, smiles of guilt,
Words that curse my ears, life is broken, no one is noticed and no one has love,
Everyone is deceived, and everyone is an angel,
So deceived are they, so deceived.

Anger

Screams knock around in my head, will they ever stop coming?
I feel hopeful before, after I feel as though I am going to hell, these feelings I cannot quell,
The source does not know of the destruction that he makes,
Anger is stirred that is hard the still,
My body is racked with tremors of anger, quaking anger,
I’m whipped without reprieve, leaving scars for everyone to see,
He does it as though it as appeal,
I know that it destroys, I know that my burnt skin will peel,
Every wise man has his faults, why can’t he at least try?
I want know why, I want to pry, even though in the back of my consciousness I possess the answer,
It’s as though I understand, but I don’t,
I fall due to hurt,
I rise with broken bones due to fading pain,
You keep hurting me, just stop,
I weep due to pain, I weep out tears of anger, tears that do not wane,
Little do you know, little do you know.