Across the ocean
Empowering messages
An unlikely gift
Category Archives: Poetry
Cryptic Art Plans?
Visions are waiting
A translation is coming
To end this stasis
This Osprey Desires to be a Phoenix
Infinite rivers flood the terrestrial firmament
Deluging the ears from the preserved messages
It was time to burn
A refinement was paramount
Instead of self-destruction
For the heartbeat to be redesigned
Cleansing As A Lost Art (Sadly Enough)
The pandemic rages on
Decent people do their best to be clean
Yet some dirty people with status have shown themselves as of recently
Kelso and Jackie felt being clean was optional with them and their kids
A certain rapper’s blonde wife only showered when she felt “icky”
An internet media mogul didn’t know what a washcloth was until his tennis player wife taught him how to use it this year
Why are people so nasty and why do people want to be like them?
Bank accounts and fame weren’t substitutes for cleanliness
The rumors spread like germs as society is far from godly and they’d be right according to that age-old adage
Maybe the commoners with sense should stick to elbow-bumps and extra hand sanitizer should they meet the stars
Even the destitute and disadvantaged at least showered once a day
It makes one wonder why America ranked #1 with this virus
The dirtiness should be severely dialed down to multiple degrees, so the doves of hygiene can soar
Maledictions Get Ignored
Blessings are a thing whether one believes in a divine power or not
Yet some overlook the antonyms
Plagues aside, the signs become more obvious throughout the world
Embarrassments and debacles are on display
As severe things afflict those who thought they had control
Throwing millions of bills as a frail attempt to stay in power
Failure was impending
And curses will shower onto those deceivers
The Universe’s Target
Some lessons and guidelines were downloaded in every brain
Except for one
The excuses rain down whenever bad behavior is shown
But for that loner, they’re automatically condemned
Kid gloves for the rest of the society and slaps on the wrists happen
Whether they be yelling, stealing, or storming prominent buildings
A decimal of that, and it’s an instant judgment on that individual
Seems as though the universe has one person to flog for the rest of their existence
Until someone takes their place
No Success
All I know is suffering in silence
As failure lingers ever still
Will I ever see gold, silver, or even bronze?
Enforced smiling did malignant damage
Without my knowledge
Echoes of Nightmares
The sun felt so foreign
As it’s swapped with a blood red duplicate
Shining down rays echoing
Across my universe
While everyone else had blue skies
Why would anyone envy the haunted?
Toxic Positivity
So I guess I should shut up and smile, yeah?
A happy face for me to be in the best place?
What is this cult?
Bottling up the hurt was low-key encouraged
While I would be silenced by smiles
Obscuring bleak realities
As the florescent-hued abuse walloped me ad nauseum
Another Untitled Poem
Hello
Have you ever lived under constantly stormy skies?
One wonders what the sun even looks like at this point
Some rays did show from across the Atlantic
Unlikely sources including a champion
Offered some solar essences
They were appreciated
Yet it was no panacea
One still wanted to trade their existence for another
