Running off the Course of Time

Running off the Course of Time

Running off the course of time– I dream so high, so big that flames could not burn a heart made of steel, nerves breaking to nothing, and a frown looking at the future ahead enduring all the misguided slings and broken rhymes, I hold the course anyhow, eyes ahead–...
Identity

Identity

Who am I? I am the wind cutting through trees so gently, they call me a breeze– so sweet, they bow to me and I go my way, but they stay; eternal like the light of day– I blow and they sway. Who am I? I am the voice you hear in the deep– when the end seems to creep to...
Life in a Cubicle

Life in a Cubicle

She rests her head, so heavy, so wearied on her fist looking at her screen or way beyond the words she tries to translate, or should she translate the signs– That paper copy as plan B when too long have the eyes been fixed on inkless words till no longer the eyes can...
Crazy Like God

Crazy Like God

Crazy, like God– everyone believes in me, yet everyone does not give a damn about whence I came, they all but hold a guarantee that I never leave. So sure so secure when they have me– coins in their pockets, a raging river with endless uproar a body melting towards...
Dying at a Desk

Dying at a Desk

Sitting, daydreaming, flying to the endless boundaries of a silver screen— the world is all at hand waiting yet to be seen, and hearts are up and running— desire inside so keen to get by day by day— the world is all at hand, yet what does that wide world mean?...

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