Why is it when I'm in a meeting at work all the presenters start to sound like the adults in a Peanuts cartoon?  Seriously.  Once that happens I start to write naughty poetry and hope I don't get caught.  Seriously tired of endless meetings.  Finis.

Embodiment of light, glowing fierce ( Read more... )

I breath, barely room to move,
Chest pressed flat, rock strewn,
Pressure, tossed among laughter,
Body is breaking, can't hold out,
This weight is killing, I'm almost gone,
Another rock, my bones crack,
Below me a shifting tide, earth moving,
I sink into oblivion, lost to this world above,
Walk calmly into rain, reaching the Summerland.

Scent of crushed grass fills the nose ( Read more... )

Can I touch you?
Are you real?
Without texture,
There is no content.

Wind is passing,
Fleeting, gone.

Was I standing?
Am I seeing?
Without feeling,
There is no life.

Heat soon fades,
Flashing, cool.

Can you hear me?
Do I know you?
Words without context,
Have no meaning.

Tears are falling,
Drying, brittle.

Can I move?
Will the body respond?
There is no sense,
A loss of ( Read more... )