“The ball dad, the ball, yeah, yeah, it’s over here, I’m always telling its over here, its here, right here, yes there, under that, yes there, I said yes, there it is, get it,” SQUEEKE the balls dies in a fit of squeals and high pitch shrieks as Marvin jumps happily away.
Tag: imagination
Dreamscape
Why are words not boring? I speak and write so much, filling the data centers of the world, our digital and spoken library. Yet, I can’t get enough. It is fascinating what I can do with letters, combining them into words, dancing with syllables, rhyming them, creating metaphor. Forming words from every language. Some letters…
Angel Escapes the Fall
Guttural yells reverberate unguarded soul, Hollow halls reverbed by animalistic bellows, Rattling the reverberations against steel bars, Raining terror through sheer torture, Pinned against the steel, Fists rain down from heavenly blows, Down deep into the depths of nine hells, Whipping back and forth the brawl begins, Angelic wings flap with ferver, Fighting against demonic…
Oblivian
Imagined in the recessed mind of third grade fantasy play, Off charge knights at play, All bright with the same magical flight, Carrying them onward on superstitious flight, Don’t step on that crack, Don’t your mother’s back will crack, Take control of that magical imagination, Carrying us on the sea of vivid subtropic imgination, Where…
Speed of Rage
Burning rage fuels the speeding train, Rushing one direction to the end, Racing onward life passing passengers by, Unknown destination only to confuse, Those within riding the rails of whim, Forgiving to forget, While forgetting to live, Hurting inside, Yearning only to discern, The why, how, why, Me? Only today as the steam pours, Onward,…
Poet Traveler
Living as a poet waging war against emotion, Toeing the line against life’s locomtion, Aggravated until exacerbated, Motion activated, opening memories till, Faster than lightening, Capers robbing emotions caravans, Traveling through life, Mastering the commerce of the soul, Traveler resting weary soul, In the bosom of imagination, Which fuels the poet, Through each war that…
thoughtscreateweb 