A bit ago I wrote some poems and writings that I posted. Here are some new ones. Again, some are while high, some not. "Forever, in Real Time" Coarse tongues spit disgust At the forgotten fathers of lost children The feather, swift, rises above hills Then dives toward the sea to die Martyrs of water drown in despair You drink away our sorrows And shoot your fellow man Mothers cry and wallow Accordingly, as planned A fire in your home Invisible, yet clear If you would only care to look But glued to glass you are my dear The mouth of glass in this land Cuts the lips of You Yet you kiss with such a passion, Your hands are turning blue You grasp her by the waist for warmth But glass is cold you fool You die and sink-through the ground As she smiles, darkly, down at you And down we all spiral Endlessly, we think as men But there is ground beneath us The inevitable, you dread Angels have wings To help them get down slow Man has the winds But-will God make them blow? Should I wander and go strive And feel the angst of passion's tries? Whatever road I take I will keep in touch old friend FOREVER by letter, heart, and fate But forever, too, will meet it's end "Crazy" (To be performed, said, and experienced whispering) Keep it poetic. Don't make it sound like hip-hop song rhyming verses, you know? Crazy? Crazy is the deaf wishing not to see while The mute hear nonsense Spoken by the blind. I'm gonna need some time, off Of my ass- busy. Silly little mice Gather dust, metal rusts At twice the speed of yesterday's life Crazy And you sigh Relief or distress? We do the same to love AND detest The music of life has been turned down so we can hear our own voices But how can we say anything without having HEARD and LEARNED from REAL noises? Crazy the creatures in the sea, like we, are a part of the original kin Ancestry traces back to blacks and poisonous gas at God's whim And scars are stronger than original skin So why are we scared to fall at gravity's whim? We rather die than feel pain when it's solemn A permanent solution to a TEMPORARY problem Crazy We always ask our children “What have you learned?†But we should cry, for my reply is “What have you taught them?†"The Toe-testers" I set foot on your waters, using lips to blow ashes. Cold. Ice turns to a welcome mat and I see you now... how beautiful you are... how little I remember. The time apart has hung you by your ankles, but our hooks are the same. We are together again. So rest now, beloved. Until the sun allows us more time, when you wake. Personally, though I like these, the last post had some of my favorites. Thanks for reading. If you'd like me to post the other ones again here, let me know and I'd be glad.