Words of a poet

UNKNOWN

Trifling days and nights, losing the loss of sights. Written down below is the slow, slow, slow.

Where did I go, where did I go, the trace has vanished and now I sit like the clock on a wall but ticking. Following nothing and betraying myself into the blue.

So, the desert sand rules into the brain of who is to blame, but now, why and no exclamation of any.

Wander do I go into the void of the silent and steady, fallen is my brow and unlikely is the cause of it all.

And the all, ran down into a smashing halt. Yet the cup is full and the gallows sits in the distance.

The breath encumbers as the silent of the lights listen and shew me into existence.

One and all and all in none is the bestowement of the greatest thing we know… the unknown.

Chatter

Chattering of the chatter, get out of my ear. The slaying of your song makes me dance with daggers.

Shut the door and fall in the line, make me your one of a kind.

Loud is the clanking of the chatter and the chatter chatters all the days long. Whaling and whaling and whaling his song.

The emptiness is what I yearn, to forget about what you learned, because you sew so loud. Sitting in your shrouded ways. Take me from all these days.

The trumpet plays the tune of a new sound and the distance wins the future, for the screams are silent and the chattering has stopped, now the bells ring in. Merry is the day of the new and sew is the way of the needle, for the stitches line a new way for the everyday. Sunlight comes upon my parade.

Power

Batteries start the power of something new. A new moment in time is the greatness and the smiles from within and from those who are even without.

Bring my cup of reason and the rubbing of the lamp. All bestows the magic from inside.

The magic wand does not have the power, the power is within the mind and the mind is only as good as the battery. Someone must turn it on.

Victory

Trinkeling on the highway is the beam of the stone. Induced in the night are the headlights, shinning the way to victory… the destination.

Jump right in and display the foundation of the high noon and see the light of the reason of the way.

So, step out of the path of the known and roll with the unknown to see what the road brings in the now. The horizon is always new and a new way is always the way. The old is still and still goes nowhere so where will your feet take you today? Where you make them go.