Somedays I feel like I've fallen, I'm falling
I've missed all the signs, or I'm missing a calling
Time spent and wasted in so many ways
Days lost and years lost, I'm slipping away

Whenever the time's right, the stars are aligned
Losing the moment is how I'm defined
Just once at last give the moment to me
I ask not to find such, no more will I plea

For meaning in nothing is futile to covet
The earth in its orbit, the heavens above it
Yet hollow in spirit, enormous in mass
There hasto be something I've passed

Four lines and two rhymes, my life in a verse
Sometimes it's better and sometimes it's worse
Missing what's lost and forgetting to see
All the things I'm becomming, I'm trying to be

posted by panda6 at 9:31:00 PM

Sometimes there's an audible click
An impact so sharp that it can't be missed.
But othertimes passion will sneak up, it says,
"I've taken you over, without me you're dead"
And you didn't even notice.

Of love and of loss, together they weep
A silence, progressive, woke not from your sleep
Thus blinded of truth, can you look in my eyes
Without you I notice no stars in the sky.
The empty, lonely canvas.

When far far away I will sleep in my bed
I'll dream of your voice and of petting your head
Watch gently the stars as they rotate above,
Remembering me, and you'll always be loved
Listen, you'll hear me.

posted by panda6 at 8:50:00 PM

In the deepest, quiet darkness
Lost in a moment, helpless
A burning perfect moment
A look of lost intonement

A distance crossed that leads me
Emotion pouring, seed me
Feel never so alone
In me I'll show you home

Something confusing, lost me
But with a word you tossed me
Convinced I've seen the truth
The feeling is the proof

Perfection is and always will
Be made of thoughts and oughts and ills
Exquisitly arranged just right
To love the dark you need the light

posted by panda6 at 12:26:00 AM

A bright star in the sky floats, flickers, flutters
Pulsating wildly, varying colors
A beautiful girl sits and watches them hover
"So beautiful" says she, and glances above her

A great poet speaks to the crowd gathered near
His words dance and play with the collective ear
An incredible girl sits and sheds but a tear
"So incredible" says she and points at her peer

A practical joker entertaining the town
People are stopping to laugh at the clown
The funniest girl has to stop and sit down
"Hilarious" say she to the people around

Sometimes what she adores in others
Is simply her aura reflecting back
Next time she hides her head under the covers
She'll find she has everything, nothing to lack

posted by panda6 at 11:08:00 AM

You didn't know it was coming
Well, leaving, but you didn't know
A letter to spill the cherries from their bowl
Life is not what you were told

But really, it's silly, I'll tell you
That life is somehow determined
By a day entreched in vermine
A bit too young to feel so old

So overwhelming, as you tell me
Let the thoughts form something wholly
Watch the world turn 'round and slowly
Just get up and leave the mold

See, the future holds for certain
Something no one can predict
And just when the thought's been licked
When the final tock has ticked
You think the path is set and picked
It's there you'll see you've found the gold

posted by panda6 at 10:35:00 PM

Midnight strikes, so be it
I must have missed the sign,
I didn't see it
Laying down to rest while
Conversing with the crocodile
And pack my bags to stay awhile
Crooked with an awkward smile
My only thought to free it
I asked if this could be it,
And it said with croco-style,
"But never should one ask that question,
Expect just my interpretation,
The answer, friend, the satiation
Lies quietly within."

posted by panda6 at 12:08:00 AM

Bulb alight, to show the way
At night, be it friend or
Treacherous fright
Timidly fight it, carefully hide it
Enter or present her
Right into the sight
Yet bark before they bite

posted by panda6 at 9:12:00 PM

Something more than a sleepy vision
A deep incision, painful flowing
Small but growing, grasping tighly
Red, unsightly, calmness rising
Sympathizing, screaming gently
Wrapped and sent me, fluttered whistle
Gracious missle, once arriving
Tied and thriving, smiling faces
Worried paces, rising falling
Voices calling, hopeful glimmer
Labored shimmer, waking slowly
Thankful, wholly, wheeled away
To end a day
So many whom have seen

posted by panda6 at 10:29:00 PM

Once there was a boy, quiet
He found something small
And it grew

Carefully cultivated, energy poured
Echoed back to him, harder
Farther away

When he lost sight, he ran
Toward the blur, but its path had changed
And there it stood

But he, now, was lost
Led to a place uncertain
Not quite alone

Tired and confused, he found something else
He found his energy was gone
There was none left to give

And thus withered and died
All he strived for, the running had killed him
One last breath

His treasure took even that
To sustain itself, pity be to all
Who find that they are it

posted by panda6 at 11:40:00 PM

I can wander all day
Fuck it
All night
But when the road goes in a circle
Trust me
It sucks
Because I've seen it happen
Been there
Who's next?
Did I miss something?
What does everyone know?
That I avoided, or never bothered
Not a ghost town
Almost
So close
Because ghosts, at least
Had a life
Once upon
A merry time
And I'm not so sure
That there ever was much to say
About this place
So I'll just wave
To you
And them all
As I ponder
Continue to wander
Squander and squander
Whatever I'm leaving.

posted by panda6 at 9:06:00 PM

Do you have a secret, burning in there,
Somewhere,
Eating away all the thoughts of the day?
Still nothing to say?

Can you try and look harder and deeper?
Your fever
Has probably got such a secret to blame.
Feel the same?

Maybe you're clean and it's me with the secret.
I'll keep it
And then when I ask you can tell me the same.
That's the game.

posted by panda6 at 2:45:00 PM

Your choker choked me,
provoked my inner light
And made the night
Such a sight
For thus took flight
The subtle fright
Took something right
And sailed away.

The sunlight bound me
So profoundly took my fear
And waited near
So I hear
For thus appeared
The lonely tear
And left me here
But walked away.

A glance mistook me
When it shook me inside out
And lept about
For never pout
A small amount
Can be the grout
To fill me out
But not today.

posted by panda6 at 4:12:00 PM

Curl up in a ball.
Walk, run, jump, crawl.

Lay around and sleep.
Situate between my feet.

Run away and hide.
Wait a while to sneak outside.

Play a game with me.
You're the kitty cat for me.

posted by panda6 at 11:00:00 AM

Come toil in quiet contemp
Paperclip disarray, workspace unkempt.
Authorative voice from the aisle,
I bury my head in an envelope pile.

We're looking for someone like you
To do all the things that we don't want to do
Fluorescently lit is the key
You'll fit in so well if you'll try it and see.

And you can have all that you want
As long as your dream is to work as our grunt.
You'll rake in the dollars and cents
(But upwards of half goes right back to the mint)

So fax us your resume soon,
And you can be hired by this afternoon.
With you we'll all go so far,
But we really don't care who you are.

posted by panda6 at 2:23:00 PM

A great glowing marble, hovering, covering stuttering masses
Which passes the time with the spinning and thinning
Of depth to a field of uncertian disaster that faster and faster
May dim and grow colder until.

Once to the marble I said so, or fled so amazingly fast
That the moments which passed were digging while rigging
A trap for the mind so disturbingly kind that deeper and deeper
I fell through the vastness so still.

And further in space I reclined, which defined all the words
So absurd that it pained me to speak so I lie and I try
To relinquish a thought, whether ready or not to present and resent
Something meaningful this void will fill.

Yet the rumble of emotion ebbs and flows as such the ocean,
From a wicked sort of potion, created solely by the notion
That perfection is reachable
And happiness is teachable
Or instinct is impeachable
But it never seems so feasable,
That the constant here is ascertained
By giving love and taking pain,
As the marble spins so endlessly
So will you and then you'll see
In perfect world the only word is be,
So be yourself for me.



posted by panda6 at 3:04:00 PM