A blast of random silliness

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

I hope you enjoyed some of these prime pieces of wisdom.

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.

Outreaches

A hand reaches out

like some hero

on the recovering route

it does nothing but reach,

too short.

I wish I could hold the torch,

but I won’t rush;

Truth to Teach.

I am not part of some chorus

on a long forgotten shore.

I am familiar with that touch,

an under-breath muttering court

I will never be of that sort.

Hunger

Hunger forgets to understand anyone,
It attacks without care.
I believe in absolutely nothing except for this primeval thing,
It attacks me and everyone.

I don't know what would happen if there was no hunger.
hunger seems necessary,
a natural occurrence:
but it is unnecessary for people to have so much more
and give nothing.

"Life's most persistent and urgent question is, 'what are you doing for others?'" Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr

Almost Lost

It was a book- probably home-bound.

I didn't turn it over- or give it a good look around.

It went on the couch, moments away,

all the tender thoughts she had to say.

It was the most illogical, uncaring, unfeeling thing I have ever done:

the time I left her heart to feel like it had no one.

Some people from all around had fun passing her heart to each other

as she stumbled, flightlessly trying to rescue when she had put her life in the hands of another.

I came as soon as I could.

treasure it, I said I would.

I grabbed it from uncomprehending hands

and tried my best to look upon the sands

I lost the trust of the one I needed the most

I should have held it close.

I regained a semblance of trust

but it was building from the dust

I spent forever attempting to forget that day

when I almost gave my love's heart away.

Midterms

This week in school is the week of the dreaded midterms.
at this time I will compose a poem about these massacres of our time.

Midterms
The swamped hope flattered all the tired faces in the place
and the clock slowly passed a face
test after test passed by without a beat.
test, study, test, eat
leaving slim to none any chance at sleep.

Leftover memories crowd the hall,
being put out by assorted cramming
the students do not have a chance to stand tall
instead they cramp at puny desks, knowledge spamming

All this for a tiny little 240 dots per inch letter
that might get them into college, or not.

"why is life determined by pointless things?"
The midterm monster sings.

A piece

I had something that I couldn't tell,
a hope, a truth, and a lie as well.
I rolled them all together with a postage stamp
and mailed it out out attached to a battery powered lamp
on it was a message attached with tape and life
aided only by old editions of strife.
it read "I hope this shines some light on you
and tells you all the things you shouldn't do."