A piece by me: I am just a passerby. No words be spoken, no bones be broken. I am the product of your imagination. Twisted, neurotic, with no satisfaction. I am just a passerby. I wah and wane, like no plain jane. All there hides within my head is commotion. Sounds precipitate, wave out emotion. I am just a passerby. With no name. I am just a passerby. With no name.
Short piece by me: “Got my life in a suitcase, I’m always runnin’ ‘round. Like I was never there, I don’t care, need not be found. Leave it to me, what’ll be, will be, things pass, hopefully. Unsure where my head’s been, possibly circling the ocean. The Atlantic, Pacific? Who knows, please come to realization. I’ve quite the indifferent...
Where Did You Go? (Have You Left So Soon?)
A short piece by me Where did you go? Have you left so soon? Where did you go? Have you left so soon? I fancy the very fact you stopped by here. But what I can’t fancy is you shedding a tear. Decoy filled conscience, mind’s a susceptible sheep; You hide behind your excuses, and so you weep; Dismissed by your irony you fail to discover; But try and try to involve yourself with...
Space. Suddenly It Feels Colder Than Ever.
A short piece by me. Outer space and I are very much in common; Endless galaxies, infinite capacities; All stars come and go, but only among some, the brightest ones are those which leave lasting impressions, no matter good or bad progressions. Every galaxy is in constant expansion; Crippled time to time by explosions and superwinds, but still in expansion; Everyone gazes into me with their...
“The rest is simply shady It’s all been done before But it doesn’t make life easy That’s for sure You may think about a lady Cause yourself a minor war And your life won’t be so easy anymore”
I don’t care. I do care. I don’t care. I do care. I don’t care. I do care. Start. End. Start. End. Start. End. Continue?