Cracked Clock

There’s a crack in my clock that bends over my wall.

It stops the falling limb’s track dead at noon

It’s been shattered for months, I think

I’ve been lost for the same

I choose not to fix the broken tick

Tipping my nose at the frustrations of certainties

I follow the synthetic legitimacies of the universe

Assuming that time stands still for me

No longer tocking in with the music surrounding

The clocks refrain cackles the air

The untuned tempo falls short from belief

Shaking the world without its tickering snicker

The crack in my clock rattles the world

With each mind disbelieving missing rhythm

Unmasked possibility of nonexistence

Designing fear of an inevitable end no longer on hand.

Blind Lion Roaring

I am a blind lion roaring

forming fear to a man called the Seer

who just sits and listens

the sound intimidates his surroundings

and disappears without causing a commotion.

I am a rabid roach lying

Foaming at the poison fuming in a corner

I watch the Seer pick up a book

He whispers the words, “Show Me”

without warning he flattens my brother.

I am a toothless shark swimming

Faking strength navigating waters

I sense the Seer sleeps in the shallow

I belly up to the sand and wait as I drown

He lends a hand to deepen my madness.

Alone on a Wednesday Afternoon

Alone on a Wednesday afternoon

I tried to find a friend

but everyone had left me

so I sat by myself waiting

wishing that someone would call

no one again,

not a ring from anyone I confess, it’s degrading

So goes another fall,

just like I knew it would be

alone dreaming of the sea

or how it would be to glide to the moon

Swelled and left too soon;

when we reach our bitter ends

little is left of my plea.

Less crying will help start hearts equating,

I’ll do all I can to stall.

Life is all so small,

dreams descend

trivial time penned

love that never responds when its opportune

Nite Owl

There’s a Nite Owl that wishes to be a sunbeam.

In the dark, that thought is gone.

Streaming along, out over the lawn,

That predator screams out loud,

“Dreams never climb passed dawn.”

Then, I, left with but a yawn,

wake up. Without a doubt,

I rise and shout,

“All that we see or seem?”

Nothing, not even a hoot.

Swamp Haiku

Deep in the dead swamp

I scaled a cursed crocodile

Just to see him swim

Haiku #2

So quick to have kids

Life should be found worth living

before passing sin

Alphabet Fun

At another addition of audience,

Before beating baritones assemble

Causing careless catastrophe to breakout

Dangerous dancing dreams cancel

Every event established decent

Fascinating faces flame for eternity

Gallows gonna get a fantasy

Hold heads high to gibbets

Imply inert increase to hopes

Justify jubilantly jingoism for infinity

Kill kingdoms kidnapping all joy

Lay love lastingly before kisses

Make money matter less

Never need names for members

Opinions only observations not necessary

Possibly pressure persists for oblivion

Quarrels quantify quietly in public

Response remotely rendered as questions

Serving severely squandering of riches

Teardrops tattle tragedies in secrecy

Unfortunately unfolding unevenly to time

Violence varies vividly for uniforms

While weeping words for vengeance

Xenocrates xylography to relate xenogeneic to wallow

Yes yelling yields to xenophobes

Zero zeal zips all zamindars