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Slopes more treacherous
when bodies start rolling down
continuously
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Slopes more treacherous
when bodies start rolling down
continuously
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Like poetry a
migraine reminds us of how
little bodies do
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Murder is just when
innocent’s die defending
their killer’s gun rights.
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The end of an era,
the start of something new.
Good or bad is just a guess,
we really have no clue
.
We relish in our hindsight,
twenty-twenty it may be.
Yet the future catches up,
too late for you and me.
.
Nuclear cars once pondered,
but a bomb blew those away.
Now we arm the masses,
and send them on their way.
.
Holes in children’s heads,
breeds forever night.
Darkness will consume,
Till we all see the light.
.
Silence bears no witness,
when shooting first to defend.
The truth’s now one-sided.
When will this era end?
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Illness in the mind
Bodies to follow in kind
Pain’s easy to find
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By day I write
and hide from night
By night I hide from myself
That’s when the demons appear
escaping their hidden shelf
~
They spill my ink
won’t let me think
I’m forced to quit too soon
Then I’m left with nothing to do
until the setting moon
~
The sun will rise
to blurry eyes
And off again I’ll venture
I’ll try to have a brighter day
But darkness remains unsure
~*~
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.
The world and I on a different plane
Though destinations are the same
Ticket bought for the morning light
Wasting time till the evening flight
*
Runaways, both it and I
Grading shades of clear blue sky
Rocks may roll, some may fly
Most just buried when they die
*
Scoops will make forever night
Landing time’s now in sight
Running late, none’s to blame
The world and I on a different plane
~*~
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Some days I feel big, some quite small
Some days I feel like nothing at all
Some days high and some are low
Some days I don’t know where to go
~
Some days I go left to find it’s not right
Or think I’m right and circle all night
This ride I’m on just won’t quit
Strapped in a chair, obedient I’ll sit
~
When spinning fast I’m often amused
Till winding down and feeling used
Atop the wheel, enjoying the view
Seeing all when they can’t see you
~
Spectators surround everywhere I see
The invisible clown is how they see me
Then a dash for the gate – almost there!
Anxious for home, strapped safe in my chair
~*~
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I woke up dreading my pen today
Everything’s good, I’ve nothing to say
The sky is blue, the grass is green
Prettiest day I’ve ever seen
*
I’m sure if I try I could bum myself out
I could yell and scream and swear and shout
I could read the news, that’ll do it, no doubt
I could stare at the floor and see it needs grout
*
I could stare in the mirror and discover new spots
The closer you look you’ll find lots and lots
Or ignore everything just a little bit longer
Postponing these pressures until I’m stronger
~*~
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Has the world stopped
or is it just me?
Eyes wide open
but nothing to see.
~
Ears at the ready
for the faintest of sounds.
Vibrations at rest,
silence surrounds.
~
Body’s whole,
feels pain.
My mind is blank.
Am I insane?
~
Heart’s beating
yet rhythm’s none.
Is this the end
or have I begun?
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Spring rain falls
Summer heat soars
Autumn hues fade
Winter blues roar
*
Mornings disrupt peace
Days absorb light
Evenings bear reflection
Night awakens fright
*
Seconds seem like hours
Hours feel like days
Days bleed together
Another seasons haze
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Roses and commies are red
States and necks can be too
They’re all stinkin’ up the place
That’s why we’re all feeling blue
~
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Once upon a time,
I thought I heard you say.
That for all our time,
you’ll love me everyday.
~
It was a special time,
seems now like yesterday
Sharing endless time,
but now my world’s gone gray.
~
I fell behind killing time,
today alone I lay.
You said I was wasting time,
begging you to stay.
~
My face slapped by hands of time,
and your heart now gone astray.
Why must “Once upon a time”
always end this way?
~*~
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Lost in the sand
Can’t walk, cannot stand
Vultures above awaiting meat
Flesh melts from my feet
.
Waves of heat ride the tide of sands
Blisters ooze muddies bloodied hands
Flesh burned, pores yearn, salt sweat dried
Sandpaper eyes, tears boil un-cried
.
Times far behind, miles are ahead
The only dread now’s not being dead
Visions blurred, yet a figure seen
The end is near, they’re in-between
.
Once blindingly lost, in a blink found
Screaming a last breath yet not a sound
Inviting any – enemy or friend
Kill or cure, any end
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Oven door’s open.
Gas on high, how many flicks –
To blow the roof off?
*
Broken windows thwart.
Frustration and failure collude.
Death escapes my grasp.
*
Fail another way.
To wish for another day.
When black fades to gray.
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