Scrap of metal is flung from one side. Shadowy figure fly fast to recover it Land on the thrower’s forearm. “Well done, Laserbeak.” Megatron was pleased Grabs the Autobot arm Fling it out to a new location A mound of dead cypertronian bodies. Today was a good day. Continue reading Game of Fetch
On a hot summer day, A starving mouse searched for food in the Sahara desert. Over a hill, mouse saw a lone elephant in a waterhole, relaxing. Mouse’s mouth watered at the massive size of the elephant. But, mouse knew the elephant was too big for him to take down. So, the mouse devised a plan. Mouse ran down to the valley towards a pack … Continue reading Mouse wants elephant (Day 22)
Pass beyond a security door and enter large room to meet the time clock. The clock is a Nazi but that is okay, I have to punch it daily. I sit in a 4X5 cubic space in the center of the room. The enclosure has no window to eliminate the distraction of scenery and time. Pictures of beaches fill Bob’s cubicle wall but time carry … Continue reading The Office (Day 6)
I protest for the wrongs that have been done. The law does not protect its citizens. Sacramento allow police to kill the unarm. Why do you ignore the body count? SAY THEIR NAMES! Stop the killings! SAY THEIR NAMES! HOW DARE YOU! How dare you block the entrances! I paid to watch the Kings’ game! Y’all are in my way! What did I do to … Continue reading The Protest at Golden One Center(Napowrimo day 2)
I Enter Words of Dark Suicide Thoughts In to a cellphone So when it’s discovered People will read about me And the demon that inside of me Help, my mental is detached I touch a screen of ghost Poltergeist, they’re here Numbers are pressed It’s ringing Hello? No Continue reading Dark towers
My computer can lose everything except: My Picture folder Nestled on my desktop screen, My Pictures folder is my little large gallery. A gallery of a scattered past: My father’s last photo My first child’s confused look at a camera My second child’s confused look at me My brothers’ nights out My self-portraits My self-portraits You don’t realize how much change until gleams at your former self. … Continue reading Day 25: My Picture Folder
The bugle horn sounds two shadow of men run from the glaring sunrise Deep into the dark labyrinth forest The hunting party comes The bugle horn sounds Dogs barking with excitement Scent of human sweat has mist the air Prey is near The bugle horn sounds One man is tired and fustrated Discovers a hollow log & crawls inside Other man continues to run Before he realizes, he … Continue reading Day 24: Hunting Season
Once upon a time corporation and government abandon the slum jungle to the poor. They would barricade their castles and kingdom with their blue guards. Just to leave the poor villagers to fend for themselves.
History I just finish reading Webster article on the history of the word “poet.” It states the words early origin was Greek (poiete) and it meant “maker”. Then the 15th century, English Speakers put the word “poet” in a high esteem role in the English language in association with God. It, finally, evolved to word maker to speakers and writers of poetry. ‘Poet’ comes from a Greek word meaning “to make.” … Continue reading Poet are Makers. Literally.
One day, a banana met a strawberry in a fruit bowl. They talked about their interests and goals. They went off to the counter and the banana started to peel. The strawberry was impressed of the big tall banana. So, they both took a dip in the yogurt bowl and swam around. “Oh, banana,” said strawberry, “you are so great. I want to blend with you.” … Continue reading Day 4 – Banana meets Strawberry (Enigma)