At 3/13/18 08:51 AM, Heretic-Anchorite wrote: A long toil, body
worn. look to clean up, no luck.
NO TOILET PAPER!

XD

I do not envy
The precarious perils
Of missing paper

Road to perdition,
I journey with no pardon.
Barter for a start.

To life as amused.
To live as not a martyr.
Living for my art.

Though I question if,
When others do it better,
Is my quest so smart?

Guess the lesson is,
No matter who's your father:
You can get a wish.

You can be a Clark.
Light is in the tunnel no
Matter if it's dark.

Sick Sick Sick I Am

Throat Is Rough Death Be Near Me

Help Me Son Please God

I wrote a haiku
About a grapefruit but I
Lost it on my phone

Sitting on the train,
The tracks they fold and groan and
Window dots with rain.

Sitting on my own,
Syllables stream away but
Nothing in their zone.

Sitting like a snake,
If snakes could sit, snake oil spit,
Snaking with the train.

"Tell us a story,"
They all said. By the firelight,
I wove them a tale.

"Once upon a time..."
Why do they always begin
The same way? I muse.

As the light fails, and
The moon arcs across the sky,
I continue on...

Time and space become
Irrelevant; the whole world
Fades and becomes dim.

Simple words become
Reality, summoned by
Imagination.

As the embers die
Slowly, light begins to spill
Across the frontier.

"The End." I say, as
Dawn illuminates the world.
"Tell us another?"

At 3/16/18 08:44 AM, ChronoNomad wrote: "The End." I say, as
Dawn illuminates the world.
"Tell us another?"

Dawn is upon us,
And though there is no fire -
Do tell another!

The countdown begins.
Storm is like clockwork. Snow is
a day of the week.

In the treetop tea-
Sipping bliss it seems so free
With no screams or cream

About a crime most terrible:

Echo rings around
a foul stench, a man guilty
But women fart too

STRANGE! They know the name
Worldwide! All over the world
Planet is out now

I remember when,
Fro used to drive Uber and
I had too much time.

Medaled late and night,
Everything was super and
Everything sublime.

Levels came in time,
Blams were in such surplus you
Could not get them all.

My back wasn't sore,
My sight was like a hawk and
No slack in my spine.

Everything was more,
Every day was pure. All my
Dreams were coming. Soon.

I'm no typhoon, though.
I'm an eagle to the moon.
I've got cruel bones, roar!

Swoon in the snowscape,
Sink down in a solace, close,
To the closed gates of

Paths the future holds.
Some are born onto them, rich,
Like.a Truman show.

I guess you should know.
What truth we under swept of
All these wanderers

Rugged. Under the
Type of rug, feeble, tackle
Your food like sea gulls.

And live for today.
Time ticks, and Deaths tick is to
Take someone away.

Punctuation! I
Cannot decide how to use
It or should I not.

In the gleam of a
Midnight dream that screams at the
Borders of a mind

Brother don't you know,
The world is cold and winter
Is longer than slow.

Snow sits asunder
Softly as the sun dances.
Chills, what a wonder.

Winter comes with storm,
Though never any thunder.
Cold days, and sunburn.

Spring is on the rise!
Good fumes swooning in on the
Backburner of life.

Lighting up the skies.
Light is in abundance and
My fun dance begun.

Run! Run! Run! Run! Run!
I feel stressed out lately.
Run! Run! Run! Run! Run!

Calm down, take a beat.
Don't be run right off your feet.
Stress is a killer.

At 3/25/18 11:39 AM, ChronoNomad wrote: Calm down, take a beat.
Don't be run right off your feet.
Stress is a killer.

Self improvement is
A slow process. De-stress, deep
Breaths. Deep rest. Reflect.

But don't just sit down,
If the crown weighs. Some days I
Feel I find my pace.

What's wrong with our world?
People are the problem, yes,
Homo sapiens.

At 3/27/18 01:34 PM, Cyberdevil wrote: What's wrong with our world?
People are the problem, yes,
Homo sapiens.

Homo erectus,
With bombs or guns or bare hands—
The ones who wrecked us.

Early morning sun
Seeps into my room like a
Waker of the soul

Early morning sun
Seeps into my room like a
Stranger in the show

Early morning sun
Seeps into my room like
Raging fire coal

The early morning
It rages, estranges, it
Is out of control.

At 3/27/18 06:19 PM, ChronoNomad wrote: Homo erectus,
With bombs or guns or bare hands—
The ones who wrecked us.

Since the earliest
Hominin genera! We
Are the enema

At 3/28/18 02:07 AM, Cyberdevil wrote: Early morning sun...

Darkling morning drear
Oozes through the cracks like a
Fulminating cloud.

Darkling morning drear
Slips into the shadows like
Uninvited ghosts.

Darkling morning drear
Seeps into my bones like a
Lead weight of sadness.

The darkling morning.
It blots the light from our sight;
Might as well be night.

Sometimes I don't know
What I due this for. Would be
Better with all time.

The lions that brave
The call of their blood they may
Eat fruits and berries

A snow lion drifts
In perseverating sun,
Gone are the cold days.

A new age awaits,
Full of early days and fun!
Feel like a new sage.

Full if wisdom and
It glistens, land! Both left and
Right over there where...

The stares rise, and the
Streams splice, beside a green spice.
The world, is waking.

Marching to the beat
Of a silent drummer, we
Await our respite.

Destroy the world's shell!
A painted egg, forgotten
Among the tall grass.

Be not the April
Fool. Keep your folly to a
Bare minimum, friend.

Lest Rick may roll you,
Big Brother control you, or
Mammon console you.

Life is like a joke,
The snuffleupagus calls us,
Don't forget the date.

Haiku for a day,
That doesn't rain away, the
Sun is here I swear

The Grim Brothers but
Never sisters! Wonder what
They would be today.