Red
The rhythm, the beat,
the fire, the heat,
the fervent devotion
of primal emotion
expressing victory and defeat.
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Purple
It’s the mark of kings,
martyrs, and all those who bear
life’s greatest burdens.
Green
The young and the old
grown wild and free amid
the deep verdancy.
Orange
You’re unrhymable
but a tasty beverage;
all is forgiven.
Black
The deepest dark cannot compare
to the midnight in your eyes:
a haunting herald that falls short
of your ambitions realized.
And when your rancid, wretched heart
is for all publicized,
they’ll all search lexicons in vain
for meaning in your ebon eyes.
The once and future…
There were no such things
as “Good old days” –
that is a lie. Continue reading → The once and future…
Getaway
Please take me away:
down the road, over the seas,
past the horizon.
Unwelcome
Days like today
leave me feeling gray…
So dear wind and rain
battering my window pane,
go the hell away.
Ranter’s’ Ramble
I turn, listen,
to the words
to the chatter
of an extrovert. Continue reading → Ranter’s’ Ramble
Bud
Who is it, little one?
Who’s hiding within the green?
Are you red? Blue? Yellow?
That remains to be seen…
A (wise) man of two faces 