Tall jolly snowman
Always flashing his big ivory smile
Eyes green marbled
Red nose pointy for miles
Lone firm snowman
Donning only a husky wool hat
Still in a snow laden land
Aloof from his own habitat
Cold charming snowman
Says he is here to stay
If I hug him long enough,
Would my warmth melt him away?
I wish I lived
When phones did not
Haunt our lives with its
Constant creepin’ and
Constant beepin’ nor
Haunt our souls urging
Constant lurking and
Constant brooding
Beings of desire without
A shred of self control are
Best left in dark than
Left pondering over
Things they could not
And should not have known
Twenty-eight now
And nothing to wow
Working the old job
Waiting for lunch to eat kebob
Residing at my own place
Walking at my own pace
Yet mind remains displaced
Living in a world of my make
Still making the same mistakes
Twenty-nine comes forth,
Will there be more henceforth?
Before was the time
To discover your mind
To unveil your heart
To render all apart
A bird soaring in the sky
Wings open and spry
After will be the time
To regret the decline
To forgive your pain
To discern another lane
An ant carrying disproportionate weights
Muscles grapple and steady gait
Now is the time
To commit the crime
To stay strong and try
To say goodbye
He smiled
He said
No one will love you more
Wanna bet?
I tried
I thought
No one will truly know me
Only who they sought
Surreal delight
Silly striped caterpillar
Blossoming with life
What if we got it all wrong
Born from the Ape
How were we led astray for so long
Violence or silence
Does it matter where we belong?
Ah that constant chatter
Drown it down with a song
Maybe life was only cut out for
Some monkey business all along.
In a world ablaze
Find comfort in the warmth than
Fail putting it out
Cobbled cobbled street
Faces all around smiling
If you try to see
Amidst low rumbling
I cover my ears, listen
Whooshing desert wind
The Sleeping Gypsy by Henri Rousseau
The Greyness Of Life 