On the thought of random
What happens in vacuum’s
Never plays out
The ways
We believe
That it should
So the most
Random
Element
Of life
Always takes a side
And has a way
Of making the day
New
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Sea Light
Sea light
From the myst
Of the oceans
Barreling
Waves
One on top
Of the other
The sun
Burns through
The brine air
As the speckles of water
Fill the room
Around us
Another Go
Another go
Who knows
What the
End
Result
Will be
Object Soup
It was a hope
That what my eyes
Glanced
Upon
Was more than just
A temporary
Feeling
But rather
Just an object
Of my gaze
Into the distance
My Juvenile Dreams
It wasn’t what
It seems
But my expectations
Always
Swing
Wildly
With hope
And fervor
But those dreams
Somehow just pass
Away without a sound
Into the life
That is
Today
Correctly Incorrect
I was not
Certain
It was the right
Decision
Within the moment
Of the correct
Vision
Instead
A incorrect
Goal
Was set
From the onset
To now
Woebegone
I’m not sure
Why
But it was never
Quite right
The way the light
Hit was more
Lit
By the smoke
In the air
Now
It was just all
Woebegone
And done
Scintillating and Onerous
It was bright
Working that day
Some days
Are not that way
Not even close
But I will take the light
Upon the work
That I do
My Chemical Thoughts
A chemical thought
Creeps into
My mind
In the time
It takes
To circumnavigate
A rather dull
Existence
Resistance
To the hopes
Of organic
Growth
These chemical thoughts
Have me
By the throat
A Sponge Verse
Not the typical prose
What I heard
I do actually know
That the soft
Sponge
Of sound
As my ears resounded
Cold hearing
In my breathe
A matter of indifference
Rather than
Upset
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