This space,
Was intentionally left blank,
For artistic reasons,
Nothing to see,
Or read,
Other then gibberish,
And things,
That could have meaning,
Depending on how,
You interpret the meaning.
But you can’t,
Or you won’t.
So this space was intentionally left blank.
Category: Poetry
Twilight Calls
The shadows call,
And the nightmares weave,
A different sort of world.
The world of day,
And the world of night,
Both the world just the same.
And yet if you have never,
Seen the night,
You do not know the world.
So the shadows call,
For their dues,
Do not run away,
For the darkness too,
Is a part of life,
It is all life just the same.
Simple
It was going to be so simple,
When it started,
A simple life,
A simple morality.
But that was a lie,
A lie young me told himself,
So he could believe I would fight,
For what needed fighting for.
I’m told it’s never to late,
To start anew,
But it’s never that simple.
Thoughts
Drifting though the clouds,
Of thought.
Meaning lost and meaning,
Gained.
The world lives and,
It dies.
People too find their,
End.
Just like thoughts,
So strange.
Just another week
Another week arrives,
As I clear sleep from my eyes.
Moment to moment,
Time slows down.
Nothing to look forward to,
Nothing to be.
Just another week
Earth Shifts
The Earth,
Changes,
Yet again.
Movement,
And shifts,
Begin.
Dreams and,
Things,
Put on,
Hold.
Until this,
Moment it,
Ends.
Earth is,
Eternal.
For thee.
What was I seeking?
What was I seeking,
Here in this place?
Something important,
Lost in this space.
Seeking this tree,
Was all that I’ve known,
For so many years.
Now I’ve forgotten,
What I would ask,
What was I seeking,
Here in this place?
