A blast of random silliness

I discovered a folder of mass hilarity
I thought it was too funny
not to be shared

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Random thoughts #23

Happiful tarmac of planes
stands to take me far away.
Stuck in the same place,
realizing I'm far away.

STUPID STUPID STUPID -
How could you take another's pain
onto the spinning dice
that is already your heart?

Broken and grating pleasure,
don't ever return.
I shudder at your very presence,
stumbling is all that can come from you.

Understanding laughter in my heart,
I struggle -
failing to see the purpose,
going off the handle.

Purpose firm purpose true,
how did I find you?
How, reaching?
Try.

Growing broken hands
golden from overuse
a protected heart;
wilderness seeking.

crunch, there goes the glue -
pulling me in,
its savage noise -
chewing gum.

A strange feeling as my vocabulary
flies from my throat,
driving home my greatness:
a fake truth spout.

quick happiness unfold,
like a bitter tent
dropping onto the sand.
I must give my iron hands away.

Into the arms of someone new
stumbling for days, months, years.
Peppermint breath
fuels my tears

Filling my ears with disjointed noise
1  4 19 18 5 1 13?
pull up
outside of this forsaken place

However do I greet him?
Say my name?
Create something new.
a sculpture for a king.

I wanted it to be the greatest,
it ended up true:
with infused terror -
Why can't I be like you?

This scares me.
I speak too much,
care too little,
and it shows.

Fields of Ice

The sun peered through the dense clouds to see it.
That thing hid in the glares of the covering storm.
A savage chuckle outlawed all my wit.
there goes all the warm.

That thing that hides in the glares of the covering storm
It stares with scarred-from-light eyes
Where has gone all the warm?
Everything below him lies

It Stares at me with Scarred-from light eyes,
"I am the Ice man, and you will feel my wrath"
Everything below him cold lies
I have taken the frozen path

I am the Ice man, and you will feel my Wrath
The sun peered through the dense clouds to see it;
I have taken the frozen path:
My savage chuckle outlawed all my wit.

Since I am the Ice man, who is the sun?

Fields of Sparrows

Fields of sparrows end in a twilight patch,

Fallen tree's ice and a curved whisper on the fringe of night.

The chilled heart, in its sadness becomes whole once more;

The ice can freeze up the cracks in the heart.

why do I?

a bell sounds in 

The space in that time

was beyond any rhyme

The trees were too bright;

the crystals seemed in flight.

The fallen tree was a natural plea.

More.

A Part in the Play

To live life at its fullest is a huge responsibility
The effort and time needed is worth everything,
it costs everything too.

As long as we are good enough for ourselves
we are good enough for the world.

A viola still plays,
the tangled efforts will never be shown
on any stage.

We still have the perfect part.
you are the best at playing you.