like finding a needle in one of ten haystacks
I went through the night looking for those calling for paybacks
"Situational awareness is hard to come by" is what I said
but knowing I needed help was ringing in my head
change is just an exchange
of what was and what will
to be free
isn't standing still
like the river to the sea
it's transformation
a continuation
not stagnation
an endless void to fill
#poetryinmotion
Time passes me by
It cracks and frays
Turning dry
Like rust
Fading and cascading
from my mind
Forgotten fragments
A neurotic fractal cosmic dust
Swirling in the cosmos
Out in the unknown
Where time and space
Are one in the same
So in this case
It's infinite, innit?
#poetry
not just gory glory rage and fury
an experience that will lead us to none of the same
it's not sane
but I can't refrain
abstain
or stay away
I just want to play
#vss365
Foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog, singing the same old song, we've been hearing all along. While they think it new and clever, as our boundless infinite souls become severed, this drab storm we weathered, it forcing a surrender. Nay we say. Not today.
#poetry
Instigate, Infuriate, rambling in a tone most irate, as we debate and inflate, the importance of ego, not yours nor mine, but the masses that cast past us, pearls before swine.
Despite the situation,
Dancing across enemy /lines,
Reisen is calm and wise,
In Gensokyo's realm, where mysteries rise,
Tewi's antics, she does despise,
Yet she journeys on, under starlit skies.
#poetryinmotion
#vss365#Endgame#poetry
Reisen has an offering,
Dark berries from the vine,
Poison juice to send {shivers} down your spine,
Sweet at first,
Like fine wine of the Divine.
Chaos
Confined, for a short time,
Slow acting,
It takes over your mind.
All :heads: are lost,
In the darkness,
There's a power to harness,
A delight in the freight,
The end game, a carcass,
Lined up, one after another,
The bodies lie still,
The anger of the mountains roar like thunder,
A mighty vibration, causing a sensation, finds the void to fill.
For a second time
Sour as lemon lime
Within a Psalter, we palter the assaulter
In acapella on the predella
We shift the paradigm
#poetryinmotion#capitaltalk
#vss365
A symphony,
Bursting
A cacophony,
Coercing and dispersing,
Pernicious cellos
Sound that cracks and bellows
Ruptures and fractures
The senses, it manufactures, as it captures
A flicker of dread
As whispers spread
One wrong move and the song is dead
Balter if we falter
On the stage, resembling a phase of a cage
Thrashing and crashing
To the point of Maladroit
We exploit a trophozoite
To see what was unsung
An imaginary wrung that was strung
#poetrychallenge