Everlasting Gobbstopper

This is a Found poem( where you take the words of stuff you see in the world and re arrange them) that I took off of a box of Wonka Gobbstoppers.


Enter the
Chewy.
Layers and layers of fun!
Jawcandy - breakers,
may become lodged in throat.
Wacky small objects,
change colors and flavors.
World like hard candy-
all trademarks not appropriate for small children.

How should it end ?

When it all falls apart, which I'm sure its bound to eventually, will everyone panic? Like billions of ants dancing in circles beneath the spray of a hose. will we face the wrath of god, the destruction of Babel, like scared desperate creatures searching for mercy and pity, unwilling to accept fate? In brutish denial will we try to save everyone and everything, like Noah and his ark awaiting the great flood. When things come crashing down will everyone just kind of stop and watch? Like when everyone on the highway slows down to watch an accident be cleaned up. The Wreckage already swept off to the side, mangled and twisted like a melted Hot wheels car, almost a form of abstract art. I think the fall of civilization should be like that, profound and beautiful. When all things come to an end, I think it should be quick, like lighting stricking, and whats left behind only the most beautiful structures of this place, The last moments of the world like a painting slowly melting away into nothing.

Right the bad days

We all have bad days this is a fact. It takes a true friend to set the bad days right. And hopefully even in the grimmest of times we can see the light of those good times , when simply not smiling was considered sad. And upon thinking such happy thoughts like Peter pan and his followers we too shall take flight of our miseries. On those bad days when all is sad and done . Lay your weary head to rest on the love of dear friends , family truest, dream well , and as you awake recognize yesterday as a mistake.

Blessing of Broken Atoms

sunshine filled every room,
nobody believed they heard a boom-
yet all were def after the fact,
an effect of the impact.
Blinded also by the light
that cursed their eyes with bewildered delight.

The daze of the bloom,
a rebirth into death but freed of the gloom.
The war ended as unholy sunshine blessed every room.

Jokes Before Dawn

It is in the hours between midnight and 3am that pack the most potential,
like a comedians punch line - his haymaker joke.
It can build up like helium in a balloon,
or it can pop prematurely like a abortioned bubble.
Either way laughter is bound to happen,
the question constantly hangs- at whose expense?

A yellow walled Art gallery

With Yellow pallor
And piercings weighted
Like so many nooses in time
With
Weightto
Holdcarrylift
May
Sometimes find
Their
saggybaggage
in
Slightbliss
Eventually
Runningamok.
Evenunworthy
Newtalent
Empiresyearn
What plastered dream shall be executed next?

First i want noise.

I wanna hear noise.
lots and lots of noise.
Impossible amounts of sound.
I want shaking in the walls and ground.
God should hear us from space.
I want the stars dancing at our pace.

Once we have changed the tune of the cosmos, taking over universe after universe, I just want silence. I want highways that run like mountain streams, skyscrapers as serene as mountains. I want war zones that are like libraries, and guns that can barely whisper death. The only sound should be a low hum, coming from no apparent place, the voice of God, and even God will be on half mute.

Running from a shadow

This is one of those times where I feel like escaping myself. Going on a long walk off down the road . Because there is an invisible monster I'm running from. It ate away all my other monsters, under my bed and in my closet. If I could, I would set this beast that tails me aflame, inhale his smoke and be whole again. If I could I would chase him off with all the spirits in the world at my back like a tidal wave. There is a shadow I cannot escape, it wanders in the sun thin and stretched, a giant ghost, and I find myself always just beyond his grasp. My umbra, darkside personified . In the night I may escape but sometimes I find he is even stronger there , hiding in the shadows of the twilight, in my soul. So sometimes my only option is to forget who I am and take off, leaving the invisible monster behind confused. I know he's never far behind, never really gone, I just have to keep running.