Poetry Drafts

Nothing Matters
Yet Everything Matters
Darkness Matter
In incognito mode I see the
Dark Matter
I am the puppet master
Mind over Matter
Searching for a link
A reason to be
Still

I found my new calling // an extra on a set // I am perfectly suited // to be one of the Walking Dead

I am at your mercy // and not in control // words are short; and shorter stills // and not in control of will // snow falling; failings flare // yet not in mind of control I say // an app for humble thoughts agrees // control you say are for the rich // better stand in shadow then // without control // I am at your mercy, by my own free will

One day not far away I hope,
I will again part lips; behold,
kiss and kiss you through the night;
alas not the girl of my life,
I must admit the plentyfold,
all sweet and well behaved; I find,
though honest toil and mind I like,
I seek your council, far and wide,
would you share with me your
secret mind? I give to you
my heart on fire

Today,
This morning; as a matter of fact
Scottish salmon; smoked and hung
Kept me going,
Kept me sane,
Between the cries for
toast and ale

Remember to breathe
Oxygen is me
Immortal distress
and barking dreams

She is only a child; in comparison

She is five; but not in age

She is a techie; adorable

I would; among the stars

befriend her

In addition, she possessed
psychological and psychiatric
subroutines which made her
so much prettier to look at

the devil is not in the details, he perches on the branch above, just out of reach; with a Cheshire grin, waiting for your next move