Red
Orange
Amuse-ment
Black
Surrender
Opaque
Revolutions
Yellow
Euphemisms
Vain pink
Threat
Level
Beige
Blue ice
Blue mind (s)
Continental
Euphoria
Shades of brown
Doctored up
Lines of
Turquoise
Green viral
The spleen disdains lament
Gold mint leaflets
Distribute progressive riboflavin
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Red Orange Riboflavin
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Exist or Not Exist
We
Exist
Or
Not
Exist
There's no
In between
Not yet
Not quite yet
We
Fail
To
Recognize
That every second
Is ours
To create
The whole
The entirety
Only
Exists
Because we want/need
It to Exist
We Observe
We Manifest
Simultaneous
(Existence)
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Mewl Avocado
Mewl
Syndic
Yourself
Pills righteous
Configurements
When that dog
Chased
Me
Away from
True love
I went
Up to the
Stratosphere
In
A pumpkin
Ears bad begged
Thousands
Dead
How can you dare to say
You are not a gym
When clearly you are
Indeed a gym
Am I right to assume
That this sandwich is
Lacking avocado slices?
Creatively.
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Pay No Mind
Pay no mind to the naysayers. They only wish to pull you down to their negative state of existence because they feel lonely and lost. What they don't realize is that they too will inevitably stumble upon that which makes them happy.
Friday, August 23, 2013
Swing
Swing
Catharsis
Swing
Dimension
Don't mention
Allusory
Vitamin
Dances
Going up the pole
Because your
Heart ate
The
Vessel
That contained
Every
Organ
Of massive
Importance
Write a word
Draw
A clown
Interpret
Frowns
Upside Down
Swing the way you want!
79
79
Degrees
The weather
Changes
Gradually
Not quick
Enough
76
Degrees
I am
Absent
Minded
Absent minded with a purpose
Recollections
Keep me
Company
I read all these
Books written
By Dead Poets
Dead Writers
Dead Philosophers
They wrote what they needed
To Write & Said what they wanted
Wanted to say. (Aren't we all dead?)
72 Degrees and I am Alive.
(Half)
Beer Can
A
Crushed
Golden Miller beer can
Reflects the
Sunlight
Up and through
My bedroom
Window
Who tossed it there?
I have no clue
Perhaps, a neighbor
Perhaps
A wandering drunk
Or jealous brokenhearted
Lover
It lies in my backyard
I can vaguely read its
Letters, red letters
LIFE is visible
Across it
Some alcoholics often
Mistake Beer
For Life
I do understand their conundrum
But come on!
At least use a recycle bin!