Disorder, Disorder, my newly-found friend,
when Order finds me, our reign will end.
Judging and thinking I have not a base,
Order will swoop in and stifle my pace.
So please, Disorder, help me remember
that when freezing to death, you are my ember
and when trekking through these rigid lands
I can still create fire with my frozen hands.
That fire can roar and burn into the night
and signal old Order that we’ll be alright.
in a cool, dark room
quiet, tinted blue
a song was click-played
obscure and new.
anxious to be impressed
did not fully
in the ordeal invest;
with critical ears
and hands of decree
the song stopped too soon
was then given go
as the listener
checked the window,
this one was beautiful
and uplifting of soul
for impatient hands
had left the control.
When I read a stranger’s poetry,
I often do prepare
for too much sentimentality
and more clichés than I care bare.
Rhyming words are thrown abound;
archaic words are too much seen.
The poets merely like the sound,
with little care for what they mean.
But sometimes, I’m forced to stand,
and I pace around the room,
for the poet has put heart to hand,
and deep within me their words loom.
Thousands of movies and books
have shown me things that I’ve not seen,
but I don’t know how it all looks
away from the pages and the screen.
I look out upon the falling snow
as it paints and fluffs the village yonder
and I see it as some art to know,
with the rest still mine to ponder.
I run from the setting sun
and hide in the cerebral night.
It will try again tomorrow
to catch me in the light.
Until then, though, I’m fine,
and I’ll pretend I have no foe.
The darkness is a haven,
lighted by familiar glow.
When the morning comes
and I’m chased by beams of terror,
I’ll look upon my long shadow
and ponder my strides of error.
stumbling, mumbling, falling down
sleeping, dreaming, waking frown
thinking, seething, living through
blinking, shrinking, responding to
floating, laughing, building afar
vaulting, halting, dying star
tripping, gripping, sitting back
breathing, leaning, shifting track
I see a human
across from me.
We’ve got no common
When I was alone
and judging rough,
I had no doubt
that I’d be tough.
But now, I’ve hopped up
like a goat;
my canine fangs
were just a gloat.
My wolf howl
is diminished, hid.
I’m just a gentle,
Let it be known
that if I must,
I’ll put an end
to betrayed trust,
but I hope
we’ll be alright.
I’ll never be
the first to bite.
I have a home
away from here,
but it’s not on
Pluck that string,
give it an ear;
I’ll show you
in a snap.
This is where
I’m truly from;
And if you would,
give it a strum
so we can
cut you loose.
Now the music
and we can
We are touching
so let’s explore this
If I lose you
along the way,
just hold out
You can listen,
or you can play
to connect in
In dreams, you are alive,
and we glide and visit places
that we used to hike and laugh
with sunlit smiles on our faces.
Birds perch and sing;
snakes soak up the sun.
The topics we discuss are wild
and our meanderings are fun.
But heroin is sad and boring
and so, I think, is being dead.
On both accounts, you took a path
that only you would tread.
I never understood the craving;
I built a statue out of sticks,
and fished for answers in the river
while you went and got your fix.
You’re never coming back,
and the dreams will never end.
Waking life is so much better
when we hike around the bend.
My thoughts are flakes of snow
and I am buried deep.
There’s nowhere I could go,
so once again, I will just sleep.
I heard a blizzard’s closing in
and I’m fully prepared;
I felt the frost upon my skin;
Emergency’s been long declared.
Maybe this time, I will die,
but I don’t care much for fate.
Perhaps the snow’ll pile high,
or maybe I’ll just actuate.