Poetry ~ Stagnation is Death

Life’s fresh water.
Cannot live without.

Stagnation…

What once gave life: poison.

We people too often.
All too often.

Allow internal rivers to stagnate.
Stagnate actions and thinking…
Poison to ourselves.

Stagnation is death in all things.

Birthday Poem ~ 1776

1000 seven hundred and seventy-6 sexual deviants.
Sent forth 17 specializing specters.
Telling the 8 wonders of the world.

Ideas never change in the minds of the idealist.
Creeping crawling death.

Seek forth and find. World left behind.
World of now looks bored with freedom.

Gone is new-found hope.
Now, only new found dope.

Doping of mind’s lie.
Dopamine’s golden foray.

Death of beauty.
Freedom?

Bulging wasted life…
Under foot without change.

Color form monochromatic.
Change laden politicking.

False kindness!
Pukes in the face of change.

Reclaim today?
Rights you pissed away.

Poetry ~ The Mustard of Forgiveness

Mind-set in stone,
Made of Jello that is fluid,
By way of thought.

Premature stream made of cheese.

Without change there is death.
Without identity, life there is not.

Neither, mild nor is it plain.
The hot sauce of pain.

So, onward scribe…

But, do not forget the mustard of forgiveness!

Poetry ~ Undead Garden

Goblins and ghouls in strobe light.
Tingling wishes. Terrible fright.
Spine extracting experience for lucky few.

Terrified whimsical daze: awkward laughter!

Peaceful blissful abyss.
A happy hallow hell.
Forced blood gush is the gist.

Grave dug deep by craven image.
Rotten eyes stab congealed soul.

Dash through yard,
Passing ghastly ghost monster.

Undead garden.

Saturated by blood and despair.
Till you die from laughter…
Now, filling your hair.