Poetry of Everything
Life is Kewl?
Life is a rollercoaster ride
Like riding on a wave during tide
In trying to survive
Push back down that vile
And plaster on that big fake smile
Lie through your teeth
Make all look better than it seems
Use that fake kind of a brighter beam
And everyone will be fooled
When retorting:
“Life is kewl!”
Life as planned?
Planning
is halfway done
But when you were out there
having some fun
The life as you know it
Threw so may curve balls
And that did hit
Hard
Harder than expected
With all those things neglected
Into the past and future reflected
Now
What remains is
to pick up
All those broken pieces
Are permanently stuck
And loose
The puzzle together pull
Not quit
Until the glass is full
Once again
And then
Move ahead
With plans better made
At least
You will be
Half done
And that is
No pun!
Mirror
Looking in the mirror
For my ultimate hero
Getting kinda scared
Caused by seeing
My nemesis instead
Dearest mirror
You got me in a pinch
Be a good dearie
And get rid of that wench
Staring, leering, always judging
Never away budging
No matter how hard i stare
The image never fades
My old adversary
Just keep staring back
Mocking, laughing,
Calling me a hack
Will this ever stop?
Maybe I need the snakes head off chop?
With my bare hand
I crack the mirror
Cursing the blood
Has the enemy stopped?
I dare looking into the broken pieces
Which is not easy
And what do I find?
A thousand faces
Of my nemesis
Laughing, hard
Pointing a finger
At me saying
You, are not very smart
You can never get rid
Of little old me
I will always be
A earth of you
La Luna
It really could have fooled ya
Up there in the sky so bright
It is at least shining its own light
As seen from this aeroplane in flight
Just there on the wing right
So very pretty
Makes me itching
To do
The moon dance soon
Can I?
Just watching TV
I am just watching TV
And pretending doing something worthwhile in stead
Procrastinating and thinking what could be
But these comedies make me forget and just smile
Don’t judge for being so lazy
Accomplishing absolutely nothing
But sometimes the in this whirlwind so hazy
You need a little time off and just sit listening
To the Television
May not give you a vision
But ideas can grow
Even, if once in a while
You take it slow
Kinetics
I can feel it
I am growing
They doubted me
Said i am stalling
But i showed them
They made me smaller
But now i feel taller
Like a mini giant
I am defiant
Scientifically
Methodically
Using
The process of dynamics
Myself to the fix
No more humble
No further bumbles
I am enhanced
With the advance
Of kinetics
Instapoetry
Here
In the world wide web
On my instamatic
Account
I wonder
What amount
Of poetry
Is enough?
None?
Illin’
What is illin” me
Is that my feet are killing me
Blisters sore as hell
Oh how in this pain i want to dwell
I was only going for a walk
No ill intentions to stalk
So why oh why me
Cant you see
How big these blister be?
Hurry,
Hurry, hurry, hurry
Worry, worry, worry
There is no doubt:
Time is running out!
How much you plan
Does not matter
You can only do
What you absolutely can
Drive
Jumping, into the car
Driving, so very far
Because, i have this scar
Itching, telling
Me, to move on
Getting away
Never to stay
In one single place
Is always the case
Once again
With my trusted steed
Looking ahead
To my next adventure
Rantings Of A Third Kind 