Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Blank and Mumbling Matter

It's easy to be brave when the stakes remain low
The guts and the glory come when there is a price to be paid.
To lay down the crimson of man's wisdom and ever increasing fortitude.

A soft shimmer is awakened and I sense the call to bear arms.
Against the wind.  Against the tides of the moon.

My unawareness brings me to the keys.
The unknown which waits right outside the door.
Shall I quake for more, or shall I lie down in the dust?
And let the remaining feathers fly.

The quiet, the nonsense,  the media glares and stares.
If I fill my mind with this bumble and let the masses crumble
Maybe just maybe I won't have to deal with the aftermath.

Sometimes it's just much easier to sit on the chair.
So I'll just listen to the plucking of the strings,

And let the brain sludge crevices drill...
"Do not put off tomorrow what you can do today."

But just for this once I'll shun...

To embrace this moment of sheer unadulterated nothingness
And mindless bliss.


  1. my feelings excatly,so beautifully put.What a soul you have.

  2. Not to shun or leave undone
    but to stay within the words mind has spoken
    and sit still..

  3. Yes! Great write!

    ♥ ஆεlεɳa ~.^

  4. Richard my sentiments exactly..Thanks all...this was my couch potato write!