Fried

When you the chip falls off  your shoulder
And you look around
To see a sack of potatoes

So that's what that was

poubelle

Aussi tôt

Bien arrivé

Aussi toi

Pret elevé

Quoiqu'on esperes

Quand l'enfer pousse tes mots

Puisse la science

Enchaîne les signaux

regrets

When all that's left is a heart unscathed
And memories of what could have been
Will you reach into your grave
And pull out pearls from deep within
Will you look up at the moon
Waiting for a different face
One small sip of reality
Leaves you longing for some grace

En Masse

Wanderers and searchers

Explorers

Rediscoverers

Move

In all directions

Apart

And together

Alone

And in groups

Afraid

Hopeful

Bored

but always moving

Shivering

Waves of bodies
In darkness

Waiting

Unknowingly

For nothing

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Something
Wanderers and searchers

Explorers

Rediscoverers

Move

In all directions

Apart

And together

Alone

And in groups

Afraid

Hopeful

Bored

but always moving

Shivering

In waves of feeling

and Light

Waiting

Unknowingly

For nothing

Creation

There is a satisfaction
Borne out of the act of creation
That every person craves

When God created Man
In his image
We were born with the same craving
For creation
That spurned our own existance in this universe

And with this power
To create
God made us with the capacity
To become
Godlike

Will we rest
As they did
And declare our world
Good?

Will the waters
Rise again
To dilute dirt
From oil?

The Bottom of the Hill

A ball rolls down a paved road. It is red, the ball. The road is black tar. The ball rolls faster as it gets further down the hill. The hill ends. The road is no longer at an upward elevation. The ball slows down. Slowly at first, then more significantly it slows down. It stops - no, pauses before it briefly rolls back the way it came. Now it is at rest. It is at the bottom of the hill.

buzzword

Bee blasting down an open highway
Coked up on pollen
Looking for its next fix in a field of pesticides
This farm has got the good stuff
The world has taken enough from the bee
Bee takes what bee can get
A one-way to life
More exciting than that of its sisters
Free from obrigado
Lost amongst the steely streams
Till death

pretty

Pretty is all the world wants
Pretty feelings that sparkle and pop
That tickles that sweet spot and makes you feel pink
Makes you complacent, hides the gray
The ugly sweater, not the loud ones
Although they can be loud in their own, violent way
The ones that may have been donated once or twice
The failed experiments, the ones made to be
Ugly, so the bottom of the well could be deeper
Deep enough for at least part of the town to drink
Not enough for showers, but damn well enough for alcohol
Ever seen a thirsty sweater before?

Change

Nothing is forever.

Reverse construction of a poem

First you have a feeling
Or a message
Or a thought
Then you find words
or phrases
or imagery or a metaphor
to convey said
feeling
message
or thought

Flecks of light
Brought forth from the undead sea
Grant sustenance to weary sailors
Hungry and cold
Each night, brought home
To be shaped into moonbeams
And sunrays
Starlight

How does the sailor light?

Life and Living

Greeeeeeeeen everywhere

I feel sick with envy

My lips are chapped

Ready for some balmy weather to

Clear up my sinuses

There aren't enough fucks 

To pave a road let alone sculpt

My next doorway to nirvana

I've been here too long

I'm tired of the same players every game

I can only learn the rules so many times

Let me out already

But the game is really fun

The suspense Keeps me

Coming back for more

Despite the massochism and patience

Required to sit through the rounds

I can't seem to stop upping the ante

Investing more of my soul to the

Madnessssssssssssssssss

I'm too addicted to life and living

Nothing to say

Words just floating around in my head
Haphazard connections
Coalesce into crystalline structures
Sinking to the bottom of a vat of mud
Shards just out of sight
That I have to reach in and fish out
Looking for a big enough piece
One that won't dissolve in the air
Or melt in the sun

I really hate getting my hands dirty though