Posts Tagged ‘ mold ’

inspiration or creation

thoughts like random brain farts

normally float out

but im being hit with concepts

that are sly talking their mischievous way in,

suddenly and yet not fast enough

the ground is in the sky

im falling up

and I can’t tell where something ends and where it begins…

angles and theories

jokesters who seriously

don’t know if their delirious

or sane enough to know the difference from righteous,

 sitting on top of clouds

getting a tan from an eternal sunshine

 of a mind that at times

seems as packed as time square and then empty and spotless

The next Move

ah

ah

I have iT

in my hands,

I want to do

something with it

but im scared

so I stand,

not too sure

on my next move

damn the feeling of feeling damned,

she fell right

into my palm

but to bother her

I can’t,

I fidget

feeling rigid

 I AM a Richard

I’m the man,

the king in me

is humbled

and I bow

as if on holy land,

that doesn’t mean

I don’t attempt

but every kick

is caught by another hand,

that assures me

somethings going to happen

but it’s not

what I have planned,

so all the more

does it make me mad

and all the more

do I demand,

for more

oh this whore

has me heated

and then a fan,

hovers over and cools me off

I’m put off

and forget

why I heavily pant,

once I sit

all the way down

I can now

figure out my next dance