English – Page 37 – Scriptorium '77

Turning the Key

Throwing the dice
And the decision is out of your hands
Moving is the key
To eternity

Five Short Cuts For a Shot On Sunday

This rotten tooth of doom
Spills unforgiving beans
Along the empty street
In front of it

Dead But Dangerous

The written word is useless
Without the power of making waves
Creating storms
Influencing people in a way

keep the state of living out of the dead

I’m afraid, I can’t tell
What the hell is that smell?
Knocking on my front door
Frightening me to the core

Velvet Ecstasy

In twilight’s embrace, where shadows dance
Amidst the sighs of a mournful trance
Where dreams dissolve in a misty haze
And reality blurs in a cryptic maze

Sonnet #55: Regrets

What we regret remains unsaid until
We care too much about the circumstances
The reason for our failure pass but still
We fake a smile when heavens open chances

oppression

Saturdays are always dark for me
coming back home from work on Friday afternoon
thinking I need to make the most of it
and doing nothing at all

His Genes Are Non-Revolutionary

he goes for a while
circles the ground
where he was falling on
he’s looking around

I’d like to keep it short but I need to get this out of my mind to stay sane

did you get the news today?
are you sure that what you’ve got really happened?
or is it just part of reality

Emotions Fly

emotions fly
south of the Pacific
dip into the water
stay with the fish