Brandon Conway

Brandon Conway Oct 2018

Soaring over the idyllic fields of poet's day dreams
an opening exposes some endless blue
the sun cast's his golden rod
and waits while humming his bright tune

Suddenly submerged
for his bait we had chewed
turbulence drops yellow bags
and white fog blinds our view

The sun is toying with us
letting the line out farther and farther
the old sun and the sky
a departure within a departure

Finally the sun pulls the line
screaming, we steady then ascend
are we going higher now?
better make amends
via amens

Look all the fog is gone
this isn't the suns pole
the light is fleeing and
this cabinet grows so cold

The air thins into non existence
yet somehow we can breath
in these celestial waters
watch as the earth takes her leave

Reeling faster now
how these stars pass by
what's beyond the celestial sphere
this fisherman sure is spry

Finally a golden gleam approaches
splash through the pearly gates
into the net of heaven
pietistic fingers embrace

An omniscient voice speaks
NOT AGAIN, ANOTHER USELESS CAN?
and he tossed this metal heap away
who do I eat and who do I romance

It's going to be a long journey home.

#god #space #flying #journey #celestial #fishing #trash #departure #fisherman #omniscient

Brandon Conway Oct 2018

Grasshopper

Feast your eyes upon all the
                                       mangled
                                                twitching
                                                            bodies

trapped in the grills of fat and
                                                        brown
                                                              package
                                                                    trucks

so far away from the idyllic blades of
                                                                 green
                                                                        and
                                                                           sun

crossing ***-hole asphalted rivers where
                                                               alligators
                                                                        speed
                                                                            amuck

We all get hurt crossing seemingly
                                                       empty
                                                           perilous
                                                                   streets

and end up in some wolf-dressed-as-sheep
                                                                    machine's
                                                                               sharp
                                                                                     teeth

are we different from the insects
                                                 roaming
                                                              on
                                                            instinct?

If only you could wiggle your body more to the side
but the alligator never slows and the wind is a bonafide
                                           bully.
At least I can see whats ahead, might as well enjoy the ride.

#grasshopper #insect #truck #package #mangled #trapped #trap #puppet #used #wolf

Brandon Conway Oct 2018

Time is but a Smudge

Am I too early
or so so very late?
Time is but a smudge
of mixed acrylic paint.

My history, the canvas
and my pen a brush.
Time is but a smudge
dripping through my clutch.

Dreams blur into nightmares;
nightmares into day-time thoughts.
Time is but a smudge
of profits and loss.

When the end comes
my journal will be passed.
Time is but a smudge
that my children will grasp.

They will both read
of my love for them.
Time is but a smudge
in this infinite realm.

They will both know
how much I love them so.
Time is but a smudge
and if it weren't for them I would of let go.

Time is but a smudge
in an never ending orbit
time is but a smudge
and they have made it euphoric.

#time #children #son #daughter #kids #child #love #history #paint #parent

Oct 2018

HTR Stevens

Ecstasy and Agony

We who have touched the heights of ecstasy,
See fantasies become reality,
Swimming out to sea as far as we dare,
Have to experience the depths of despair,
Living on the edge of a nightmare,
Not knowing what can be lurking there.

Such is our lot – the souls that climb the heights!
Shall we call it a blessing or a blight?
Living near the edge of insanity…
Joy is heaven – sorrow the bitter sea.
Between ecstasy and agony,
Our dreams become our reality.

#emotions #feelings #psychology #experience #life #dreams #happiness #sorrow #wishes #thoughts

Oct 2018

Christopher P Wyman

Halloween Night

One night a year
Is perfect for me
Sweet and tasty my dear
How can it be?

Candy at doors
Kids in the street
With each I want more
With each that I eat.

Sweet like sugar
Sour and ****
Paired with a another
or alone, a la carte.

Never filled never full
It's a witch's delight
Eat them all whole
On Halloween night.

They kick and they scream, they bite and they squeal
These kids who will be, my very next meal.