A Wobbling Sun
• 05/14/24 at 03:50PM •A wobbling Sun.
What does it mean?
Prescriptions, making me dizzy,
must be here, at the scene.
A wobbling Sun.
What does it mean?
Prescriptions, making me dizzy,
must be here, at the scene.
Strange words,
at a strange time
in this strange life,
of my strange mind.
While travelling on distant paths,
I met a man like me,
who was searching for a
brand new world
and trying to be free.
This man was old and couldn't see,
what laid beyond the bend
and he asked me, very graciously,
if I would be his friend.
As we wandered down the path
of life's rough and rocky shore,
I didn't like his manner
and found him quite the bore,
at least he was to me.
He loves or hates most people
but mostly he doesn't trust
because he's insecure.
He criticizes quite freely
and never lets you be.
I knew I didn't like him
when I found out he was me.
Life isn't simple, so
be nice to each other.
My mind is filled with clutter
like the top of someone's desk.
Do you suppose or I propose,
please don't call me today.
It's meeting time,
go stand in line
and hurry up!
But wait!
Go get in line
one more time,
as if we're all darn sheep.
Pollution is in everything,
we eat, breathe, drink,
hear and see.
Keep in mind the
things we do,
on every working day,
like filing words on paper
with thoughts that are past.
It would be nice to
be with you
or even run away,
to some forgotten,
Native place
where all adults
can play
while children work
to support the rich
and you and I
can stay
and spend a happy
hour or two
and never go away
from each other.
For friends are welcome
all the time.
I told you my mind was
a clutter,
I just didn't say,
I would utter,
all these thoughts
to thee.
Here I sit,
alone again,
waiting for the
phone to ring,
of word from you
and how you miss me.
I won't hold my breathe,
so don't worry, I'll be fine.
Humor must be in a place,
when we write of our emotions.
If not, are we human?
I've dreamt a dream of puzzling things
And found myself, aloft, without wings.
In this dream, my mind was a muddle
For my head was lying in a puddle,
At my feet.
The earth turned,
the butterfly flew.
What in the world,
did you just do?
You created a ripple,
in the Cosmic array,
causing discord to love,
on the very next day.
"When I first arrived on the South End, my biggest concern was finding a job. I’ve always maintained, and still do, that the only thing worse than work is looking for work. The best days of my life are those where I quit or gave notice or just walked off. The worst were the days following when it dawned on me I would now have to go searching for another dead end minimum wage position". More at The Skeeter Daddle Diaries ➜
Where do you hide,
when there's no place to go.
Do you head to a restroom,
or other places, unknown?
A silly question,
which pops into my mind,
for I dislike being stalked,
when I'm not inclined.
Stalked as if smothered.
is a loving act,
when your presence is not
wanted, a fact.
My brain is fried,
to a medium well,
as I resume my journey,
to the denizen of Hell.
What do I do, my faith,
has been changed,
while my mind becomes,
slowly deranged?
Bats in the belfry,
a screw loose in my head,
makes me think,
there's no life ahead.
In my heart,
I know it's not true,
for in this life,
I no longer have you.
Make me home,
full of love and bliss,
but protect me, Dear Lord,
as I won't share a kiss.
Unless, of course, you,
choose to be,
the love of my life,
that works for me.
The mind wanders.
It matters not, what you think I am,
It matters only, that I'm a man,
Who cares about, his family and friends
And need not try to make amends.
Creatures short,
Creatures tall.
When I was young,
I knew them all.
Round ones,
Square ones, all,
Were the same height,
large or small.
"Makes no sense,"
you said to me.
"To be the same height,
simply can't be."
I said, "You're right,
for the size you see,
looks exactly,
the same to me."