Silent Games

These silent games,
drive me insane.
Please do refrain,
from increasing the strain.

I do not like to feel so often ignored,
as I grow listless,  shiftless, and bored.
Why, I might say that I feel quite abhorred!
Especially when so much still lies unexplored.

Really don't know what else there is to say.
I guess we will not be speaking today.
Can't help but feel I should just go away.
This is a game I do not want to play.

What Do You Want

What do you want me to do?
I certainly do not know.
Should I stay, or should I go?
Just give me a little clue.

The times draw quick when I will fly,
far and fast into the sky,
leaving everything behind,
far from where I now abide.

Life is but a hazy dream,
thin and wispy silken shawl.
Its hypnosis, we're in thrall,
to things that remain unseen.

Mine eyes are blind yet still I see.
Occulation floating free.
Sight is soaring far from me.
What could this strange feeling be?

Music of the Night

Standing lone amidst the night,
Feeling not a hint of fright,
Not a single shred of fear,
Only joyous sounds I hear.
Bull and tree frogs croak aloud,
Cicadas are buzzing proud
Night’s symphony plays in the shroud.
Gentle rain falls from the clouds.
Hear the brook so swiftly babble,
Crickets chirp with thrumming rattle,
Owl hoots haughty in the trees,
Sounds of oh so many things!
Feel the peace as they do sing
Plus I do not hear the sting
Of mankind’s mad'ning machines.
Fireflies have gone to sleep,
Their soft light no longer seeps,
Hauntingly above the grass
as they drifted slowly past.
Scent of jasmine in the air,
Joy and peace are everywhere,
In tranquility I share,
No worries anger or cares.
Wolf howls faintly in the distance,
Sparking forgotten remembrance,
One with all and everything,
Hearing the creator sing.
Calming spirit moving through me.
Mighty mega-verse I thank thee!
Arms raised to the sky, I feel free.
Blessed by nature’s humble tidings.

I am as I am

Most people seem to think I'm crazy,
possessing mind so sick and hazy,
its not my fault that they don't see,
and hear the things I have since three.

I don't see much, anymore,
at times my blockage I abhor.
But from my mind, the visions pour,
and my spirit form, they soar.

I can not say what they mean,
their true meanings I don't deem.
I won't lie and say I glean,
much acumen from the scenes.

My gift is not interpretation,
others find the imputation,
I strive for the revelation,
existential intimation.

We are cosmic congregations,
trying to form our new nations,
ones of greater acceptations,
universal proclamations.

Try to banish limitation,
find personal inclination,
introspection, incubation,
maturation, adaptation.

Its time for invigoration,
banish the indoctrination,
I will cause much perturbation,
caring not for reputation.

You need some good meditation,
spiritual resuscitation,
heart and soul stabilization,
cleansing of contamination.

Join us, collectivization,
it is reorganization,
such strong diversification,
soon there comes great escalation.

 [to be continued]

The Keen

Mountains grind, wail, and moan,
Hear the keening of the stone.
Rock becomes the earth and loam,
Never more to go back home.

Descending now, eternal silence,
as the earth screams with defiance.
This planet is our reliance!
Mankind's living in subsidence.

Rivers and the oceans tangled
with pollution choked and strangled,
once with glory Earth was spangled,
now she's lying maimed and mangled.

Its only progress! Oh, that's right!
Extinctions are but oversight!
Strip it all for anthracite!
Death of man your plebiscite.

Sometimes of us we try to warn,
while with laughter we are scorned,
of our burdens never shorn,
till our flesh lies dead and torn.

We are all good little sheep,
wretched masses in great heaps,
everyone afraid to speak,
vile ones our fruits now reap.

I don't know what else to say,
I will speak another day,
once again try to convey,
dreadful things are underway.

Goodnight

Goodnight world that does not care.
Goodnight hearts so cold and bare.
Goodnight masses, blinded sheep.
Goodnight eyes that do not weep.

Goodnight God, don't let me wake.
Don't want to face another day.
Please just come take me away.
I'm so tired of this fray.

5:16 AM

Each day is worse than the last.
Sodden silence stacking mortar upon my back.
Dying, just a little bit faster everyday.
Just like you.
You won't be here much longer....
nor will I.
Maybe, a year or two, at this pace.
Then, you will be gone.
And I won't be far behind.
I can't save you,
you can't save me,
and we can't save ourselves.
Everything is silent miserable death.
Birds chirp in the darkness,
anathema to my ears.
You like warmth and sun.
I like the cold and night.
We don't talk. We don't.... do anything anymore.
So, what should we do?
Nothing. Just like always.