another ditch
another pitch
another screaming bitch....
maybe that's what one sees
when one is in the gory of it all,
some pain
some sorrow
but clap the multitudes all
a bout perhaps of joy
and
happiness for the boxer’s collection
ends in matchlessness
that’s what all wrestling is about
another money making
stitch perhaps
after all.

I don't have a pleasant voice
so when I attempt to croon
the result is far,far from a tune
but rather a croaking type noise. (first stanza done by Stan)

My notes aren't always balanced
they're either sharp or flat,
but I don't give a jot for that
as I'm by mood influenced.

Some while ago I wrote a song,
I called it 'Song for Jenny'
but my doubts grow as oft plenty
that to her my voice won't ding dong.

RE-WRITE

Slam your heavy woes
for nothing merits pain
after promising day's gain
a pristine twilight shows
 

Clean the smell of hatred
with love we always grow
and profit in tomorrow
for time should not be wasted
 

Now, hurry up! come on dear
and put your hand in mine
our ways with gold will shine
with our intentions clear
 

Happiness gleans no dust
think not of the poor past
sorrows could not last
when in our future we place trust
 

sleep-work, work- sleep
days drift
immersed in a void
of sameness

mind tires
concentration slips
reality tips
the hologram quivers

an insubstantial shimmer
reveals a glimpse
a glimpse

but
with only the tools of the mirror
the soul cannot grasp

time melts
as rain and shine, dark and light
slither past
on the way
to future ennui

and
the illusion persists
.

nacht//////////////

I am wound
My armature is sprung

you leave the shadow between
light and hate
it has come
It has swung

autumn journey of the waiting
prepared
these vault sleepers
these Love seekers

tear touched
and lip pressed
with trembling souls

Alive!
Alive!

they are landing
rising
like concussion mists

ORIGINAL
I didn't sleep again today
but that is my usual way
i might write giddily and sway
it doesn't mean I've gone away pattern :aaaa

So I'll get up and walk around
for no purpose i can see
my general premise isn't sound
but I'll be the best that I can be pattern : abab

so wash and eat
is a good start
and a resounding fart
represents a stunning feat pattern : abba

Why do you do this to me
Have me lost in nauseating thoughts
Tell me to be strong while you
Take my ladder away

I’m hyperventilating
While you sit and watch
As if I’m a nobel prize
Expirement

Why do I let you so close
I should have sirens going off
With marksmen ready to shoot
Instead I let you in
Like your my new neighbor

You don’t even have the audacity
To give me a reason
Instead you let my weakness
Enslave me

Half the man he used to be
Mirrored face reality

Sagging jowls
Drooping chest

His eyes look like they need a rest

In his mind, he is eighteen
Mirror shows what they have seen

Muscles wasted
Gone away

No strength left, for him today

Memory is all that’s left
Not so keen or so deft

Once the lord
Of his domain

He’ll never be that way again

Lesl Fleurs Parlent
_______________
"look at me" said Magnolia tree
"my flowers big as plates!
the regal rose looked down her nose
said "probably what you ate."
.
The marigolds a rowdy crowd interjected thus
"pretty is as pretty does"
"oh pretty rose you'll rue your words"
"for you'll get snipped, not us."
.
the peonies hung heads so low
way down, as though confused
they should have been supported more

roses fade
yes...
but they never die...
they live in books
till end of time
and
help recall the moments
since lapsed,
instantly