Silence shakes the room

busy, busy, busy, we all want more time, if i could ask a question to the "creator" it would be , why 7 days? Perfection takes time.

Silence shakes the room ...
Air vibrates as if stirred by a wind
But there can be no wind.
The windows closed and remain shut,
Doors with no handles.
Somewhere in the atmosphere a sound
A whisper almost
but growing,
Not a hiss or a growl.
It pops like an invisible colosses,
a machine with silent gears.
Everwhere and no where
all at once.
A ghost that can move mountains,
carve valleys,
Fill oceans.
If you can imagine...
It knows all and see's all.
In a room where nobody is,
With a muted t.v. nobody's watching
News flounting the bad,
parade flouts from hell.
In this abandoned room,
on this abandoned
dream-nightmare world,
this davinci turned Picaso.
God screams...
and silence shakes the room.

A simple break

I apologize for my brief absence life is busy. Here is something I wrote upon examining the dreary fall leaves and thinking about how we as people can relate to them.


I am a fallen leaf
Shaken from my tree
Around me all are fallen-
Yellow brown some lime green.
Stuck to a cold pseudo stone floor
Constantly trampled.
Our parents looming above us
To close yet to far.
We the un-stuck youth -
Disillusioned
Cry out...
Rustles and scraping..
We await the fall of our siblings.

Devil hours

This was written to the happy sleepless.

Sleep for the weary but none for the wicked.
when there is work to be done or games to be played
who has time to hit the hay ?
with only so many hours in the day,
who has eternity to shut their eyes or even seconds to blink.
Zombie college student is the new fad,
coffee is for old people and energy drinks have been declared bad.
we dream in the day as apposed to night,
and oh how the images appear even more bright.
us sleepless children who dance into the heart of 3 am,
we know our folly and accept the consequences with delight.

The old one said. .

What a busy day today, didn't get much sleep last night. Sadly I feel i have almost no time tonight to really post anything so here is a few small thoughts to consider on life and writing.

The magic of confusion is in its end, chaos is the catalyst of innovation.

Speak your mind onto the page. Let wisdom pour out from your young mind as it does from a decrepit sage. Heed the sirens call and taste the forbidden fruit of life, the currency of the coming age. Break free from your cage, and as the curtain falls do not just let it be, rush at death in rage and see the light of god comes from you and me.

Daily Traffic

Today is a busy day so I am bringing back an old one. I was reminded of it by the busy atmosphere I found around me. As a note to my reader I believe that every moment in life counts for something, each second another possibility, don't waste time and don't forget to find time to relax.



Quick-Snap-Step-Shuffle

As we flout through time
As we live our lies
As we dream our dreams
As we roll our eyes
We try to find purpose
For our quick-snap-step-shuffle lives.

We try to resist the illusion
That it will all be okay.
We try to forget the truth
We can die any day.
Will we be okay?
Will we be fearless-
Stupid brave?
Will we open our eyes,
Cast off the shroud. .?

I'll probably find out
with a view from the sky
As you flout-live-dream-roll
I'll see quick-snap-step-shuffle die.

The splash was missed

Written for and inspired by a good friend who is in love with falling into water stylishly.


40 feet up he didnt look down.
Didnt think of crashing,
didnt dream to drown.
A running start towards the edge,
a firm grasp on the railing,
not for safety but as a sledge,
to meet his mark with that much more speed.
A dropping pin, skinny and thin.
Spiraling down. . .time slows,
as if every watch within a mile took a deep breath.
Before impact he tightens like a fist,
cuts into the water as if to be missed.
God nor the lake noticed the splash...
but all sat in awe at the fall.