posted on May, 12 2016 @ 08:07 PM
in a moment of being
eyes closed still with seeing
rising and falling
living and dying
the moment after the next
a present unvexed
heads and tails
landing on an edge...
how is there such balance?
a thought lingers, only to vanish.
drifting merrily in may
along with showers of rain
washing nothing but sound
from ears filled with wax
in repose i suppose,
no ember still glows...
grasping a box,
with a flip of the top,
and a flick, a flame,
as an exhale billows...
head returns to pillows.
There in the deepest darkest depths of dank where smell is deadened and rot doesnt rank...
A worm bursts forth! Saying: For this meal who should I thank?
A crow crows! Perhaps the mourners as they brought it here...
The worm twists around with a frown... youre welcome! He exclaims as hes swallowed whole.
once there was a miser, who thought hoarding money was wiser... than he.
a cat said to a mouse lets play cat and mouse, ok said the mouse ill be the cat, and with that she pounced.
Hope you all enjoy, when I was younger I used to write a lot. Obviously still do by evidence of many tldnr over the web... but typically its not of
the artistic sort although there is an art to everything, but my medium varies by mood and well it struck thanks to reading other peoples
contributions... thanks for the inspiration to produce some.