Back to Words

Back to Words

Renewed and new

Old and worn

Planted and grew

I refresh in a new 

Set of words

Tied in meaning

And time

I return to Words

In search of rhyme

Chaos ControlĀ 

Let the trolls

Roll

Let the birds

Fly upon them

I am sick of lies

Sick of tails

Tired of being the end 

Of the joke

Let the chaos control

Roll out

On the world

How Long Can it Go Wrong

Is there a limit to wrong

At some point is it all gone

The ability to screw things up

Over and over again and again

Writer repeat send

How many letters do we need to not have

To read anymore

How long can it all go wrong

A day

A year

Eternity

Affirm me

Please that is not a possibility

Impossible

But possibly

I guess it could go on eternally

I will wait

And see

 

Distracted Attractions

Oh what questionable distractions

Attractive as first glance

Quaint and uneasy

Under examined

The sun

The sky

The moon lit nights

Palm trees

Oh the goodness of distraction

The fruitfulness of sanity

Returned from a distant place

Now and again

My distracted zen

Gather the Charades

Gather the charades

Words sassy and icky

Unbound from the sound

Of a letter passing through our mouths

A royal kettle cooking

New ingredients

Indecent

If your enemy of an enemy

Is your friend

How can we content each other

Strange bedfellows to follow

How can the world swallow

Such indifference and insensitive hopes

Let’s gather the charades

And know

That the words themselves

Are our hope

4 Minutes

In 4 minutes I will attempt

To write words

Strung together with

Some meaning

My eyes are stuck to the screen

Gleaming

Written in an attempt to say

What I have postponed along the way

Returning to ritual

Feels good

Yet not unusual

Muddle by Technology

Muddle and confusion

Marry the mellow quiet

With ruptured sounds of a digitalĀ empress

Defiant of the status quo

Holding on to the last of what was

What we used to know

The cell phone rings

Elbows locked in admiration

Swing around the border

Of the new order

Tech first feeling second

Defiant I remane

But I wonder what the world would be

With no technology

Would we be more advanced

If we were connected by glance

Instead of digital connection

A tacit code of life

Implied by technical lines

We are breakable and weak

In the eye of technology