At 5/14/18 05:24 PM, Cyberdevil wrote: Supposedly it
Was an ancient recipe
For curing a cold
One-ingredient
recipes cure colds better
than they cure hunger.
"Time's fun when you're having flies." ~Kermit the Frog
At 5/14/18 06:36 PM, TaintedLogic wrote: One-ingredient
recipes cure colds better
than they cure hunger.
Though imagine how
World hunger might be cured with
The cold-curing ones!
Train of haikus flows
In my mind as the train of
Crooks and psychos rolls
I'm not a critter
Of jitters. I'm a creature
Who seeks Harmony.
But Flash is good too:
In the fields when farming wheat.
Burn, gluten! Burn. Burn.
Frozen like an O
In the ocean of our soul.
Lose.all self control.
Loosen up you oaf!
Dope does row our boat but not
Many of us know.
Potent is it's hold!
Like a black hole it sucks in
Everything we loathe.
The passage of time...
I'm fine with it passing but
Don't sap none of mine.
Mother's Day passed by...
But not here I lack time to
Plot with a landmine
Forgotten I am,
But I'm stocked up on branch wine
Like cotton it burns
Don't know what I write!
Mother's Day is a weekend
A weekend from now
Listen and here you
Hear you in the air as you
Near the mountain top
There might be strange times
Ahead in the headlights, go!
Ahead, shut them down
Shimmer shimmer through
The evening leaves they glimmer
Leave something to you
Time flows, and we need to feel it
Trying to capture time is futile, we need to let go
Time flows, and so should we, with time, with our souls and minds
Ceci n'est pas une signature
Travel times close in!
I'm tripping. I'm not packed yet.
Always last minute.
I daydream instead -
In my mind I'm already
Complacent and home.
A way for a trip!
Of self reflection and calm
My routines falter
But when I return,
It's fresh in mind and soul, clean
Like a summer stream
A mouthful of words!
Boundless opportunities
To tell the world. What?
Wake up to the muse...
Or wake up to the screeches.
Angry bird he chips.
Up early today,
I'm going to an island!
Time to cleanse the soul
Sit down by the shoal
Watch the waves that leap in as
Over rocks they roll
Rain waves away rain,
Summers here to stay man I
Think it fried my brain
The heatwave won't stop!
Weather is blazing. Sun is
Up and amazing
Radioactive.
The radio is active,
But who's listening?
Stereophonic,
The waves moving like Sonic,
I hog my hedges.
Seven forty four...
Don't know why I think that time
When it's seven. Pure.
Up early in wait.
Waiting for some plumbers for...
Something they'll install.
What is up, it's late!
Could've slept some more before,
Morning takes its chore.
Sometimes the light shows.
Sometimes through this dust and haze...
I see better days.
While sipping my tea,
I think back on days gone by.
Time keeps marching on.
The National Day
I saw Marylin Manson!
He was on a stage.
Beware the days when,
You comprehend your placement,
Wish to run away.
Went to a concert -
It was amazing but my
Concert haiku: shit.
Thunderous drumming.
Legendary guitar licks.
A feast for the soul.
All senses, numbing.
Your mind playing tricks as the
Concert takes its toll.
Less you have earplugs -
Keep out the sound. Stand way back.
While peeps move around.
Get new perspective,
So broad and so clear, yet all
In the front is real.
The world is like the
Matrix. Domination age.
Dominatrix plays.
Trapped in the Matrix.
You chose to take the red pill...
Down the rabbit hole!
Welcome to the code.
You think that's air you're breathing?
Just ones and zeroes.
Once there was zero...
But now it's more fun! For there
Is only the One.
