Rock and Toil
Castles can never
reach lofty heights without a
When either or both
unhappy, result’s the same.
Fix or quit – no blame.
Love’s all Wet
Silently I sit,
puddled I sweat. Lagoon thoughts
immersed with you, wet.
Bedtime soon and demons shall awake;
but with a soul gone there’s none to take.
The screams in my head scare the spirits away.
Nightmares fast-forward to the light of day.
The ghosts turn white when I yell boo.
And the Reaper can shove his sickle too.
Coz in reality horror lives and fantasy dies.
And sleep‘s just a void behind closed eyes.
No Down Side
not about making things up,
it’s making things work.
If love made as much
as the time I spend writing,
I’d no time to write.
Love is beautiful,
when all else is not. Love is
all when from the heart.
The pros and cons of death
are the ins and outs of breath.
The ups and downs of life
are the this and that’s of strife.
Forward or back, taut or slack,
fast or slow it’s the average we know
Top or bottom leaves in between.
Front and back the rest’s unseen.
Heads or tails the inner hides.
No coin has only just two sides.
Life is choices, more than two.
There’s more to it than me and you.
Books may contain all that’s known.
Everything else we’re on our own.
Soft or hard a landing’s assured.
Highs and lows are endured.
While ponderings spiral unabated,
decision’s made as we waited.
Time’s endless, though ours is not.
Hit or miss, it’s worth a shot.
The earth still brewing,
new life was stewing.
Flora askew and fauna still new,
eat or be eaten was all they knew.
The ground untested, sulfur’s in the air.
Crazed creatures wandered unaware;
creepy crawly slithery things,
swimmers of seas and fliers with wings.
But tucked cozily in palaces of awe,
dragons feasted and pondered what they saw.
Intruders were meals, some thrown back.
And gardening was their tasty snack.
Millennia past but for the dragon too soon,
change was afoot with the handy baboon.
Their hordes grew and quickly spread.
The plundering’s swift but never to be fed.
The dragon’s numbers always small,
just a few thousand and that is all.
They’re all very patient and very, very smart.
Some of the elders saw this planet’s start.
A meeting was had, all without doubt.
The dragons decided to wait this breed out.
They hibernate now till mankind’s last blunder.
When happily woke to darkness and thunder.
Electrons float in endless flight.
Space’s gray, no day or night.
Infinity lurks out of sight.
Elements blend or violently clash.
Random moment’s atoms smash.
Fusion bonds fission’s ash.
Core pulls, heat spurred.
Nucleus form, orbits dared.
Love holds a time shared.
Forces of nature,
like myself, follow paths of
the least resistance.
There’s little more pleasant than a summer breeze,
cooling the senses, sure to please.
Bliss is felt across our skin.
The sun is falling. Let the starlight begin.
The older I get,
the younger I feel I feel,
till felt what’s real.
follow dangerous thinking.
Think before thinking.
When I examine
myself with a microscope
I just get smaller.
I must be hell bent for pain,
am I a fool or just insane?
My head’s in the clouds, hearts on my sleeve.
A feeling love I feel will relieve.
What an idiot I must be,
thinking love will set me free.
Past love’s brought happiness and hurt.
The last threw me to the dirt.
What kind of jerk am I?
After weeks and weeks wishing to die,
I remain hell bent for the pain.
What’s a little agony when heavens to gain?
Awaiting a shells fateful date,
eggs alone beat in wait.
When a pair scrambles to meet,
futures fertile swim to greet.
Pairs joined to each a share,
new is made over easy with care.
Hatched a recipe for pure delight,
sliding from heat, home plate’s in sight.
Yet time fragile, forking’s no joke,
bad luck befallen bound by yoke.
Getting fried never rehearsed.
And the wait answers which came first.
Time’s the space between events.
Events made from cause and effect.
Effects felt when closing space,
causing events to speed up the space.
Much like life, love and lust,
the time comes and in we’re thrust.
The future is and the past was,
effecting all, just because.
If to imagine a perfect life;
paths of ease and little strife,
morning smiles and a noon surprise,
sunsets reflected in each other’s eyes.
Our eve’s playful, toying future schemes.
Nights shared cuddling, kissing and living our dreams.
The sun then will rise for me and you.
Each day a new start of our lives anew.
Behind every smile a hidden face.
The truth beams or without a trace.
An image forged dissolves with heat.
Lies spewed oozes defeat.
Laughter forced not funny to hear.
Lines punched soon disappear.
The folly of life is the reality of death.
Friend or foe we share their breath.
Digging deep for words obscure,
most buried others with allure.
Infinite combinations unlock a soul.
But the twists and turns take their toll.
To pirouette or to crawl,
balance sought so not to fall.
Random memes are filling my brain.
The line is fine between output and insane.
Random thoughts not easily penned.
Not all poems have an end.
So today I’m a poet with a smile bright,
though reality beckons fantasy’s in sight.
Sorry to all for the dribble of late.
It’s been eight weeks since a fateful date.
T’was a muse unamused blew me away.
I left breathless for many a day.
Now it’s back to second guessing,
till that’s behind I’ve no caressing.
Bemused babblings, not ready to quip,
till then I fear just dribble from a drip.
No matter where I stand.
I am me.
Time changes from dark to light.
I am me.
Love triumphed and vanished.
I am me.
Inspiration’s jubilation, defeat’s depressing.
I am me.
Today defines tomorrow.
I am me.
I will overcome.
I am me.
A poet doomed I’ve started believe’n.
The odds it seems much better than even.
T’was born on an even day, month and year.
And I’m a Libra to boot, if you care.
An INFP, I think that means I feel stuff.
And if that alone wasn’t enough,
I’m fair of skin, odd of weight and six feet even.
A poet doomed and my name’s even Steven.
Hi, I’m the me you can’t see.
I’m the me that’s stuck in me.
The other me is the me you see.
That’s not the me that’s this me.
I know it’s hard to see,
this me that’s the real me.
Is the real me the me you see,
or the stuck me waiting to be free.
That’s the me you don’t see.
The other me too doesn’t see me.
That me thinks they’re all to see.
That me doesn’t know me.
Other than me the other me is free.
The other me speaks the words of we.
The words of me are only to see,
words of me that set me free.
I woke this morning to see a new way.
My eyes watched the sun rise, my soul saw gray.
Love again felt and again lost.
A heart once warm’s now plagued by frost.
Winter’s coming and with it cold.
Time rushing forward’s getting old.
Nine months high on a dreamy cloud.
Then emptiness found beneath a shroud.
A future seen, maybes had.
Baggage lugged a journey’s sad.
Weighty pasts multiply fast.
Feelings divided never last.
Mind’s write the whether of the day.
And life moves on, or so they say.
A thought a glance a word or line.
What will inspire tomorrows’ rhyme?
It could be anguish or love, death or a bug.
Maybe it’s the past, future or running out of time.
Or maybe not, sometimes the present forgot.
A mind’s sometime scattered with distraction sublime.
Walls can be high and we leap or crash.
This time time leapt for today’s tomorrow’s rhyme.
Syphilis at seventy is no one’s first choice.
But after the shots you will rejoice.
For the seconds enjoyed in youthful bliss,
it’s worth every minute of that long painful piss.
Second chances are rarely found,
chances less when soon in the ground.
The time is now to sow those oats.
So munch away you horny old goats.
Mornings I wake thinking of you.
By day we share a text or two.
Evenings we chat on the phone.
Dreams soon follow and never alone.
There you’re always in my arms,
I in awe of your many charms.
Too soon the alarm will surely ring.
Then I’ll rise to hear the birds sing.
Eyes open, thankful for another day.
Passion’s felt, though far away.
Words then flow with you I’ll share.
It’s my love in verse to show I care.