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

Distant hills, a narrow winding road, growing older, getting colder
Or so they told her
Grass blows in the wind, words fall to the dirt, lost in silence, fed by violence
A six and seventh sense

Speaking, or words are leaking
A most troublesome day
Then a silent evening
To be believing what's been receiving
What you hear is finally leaving

The ocean breaks a length of time, rips a whole and falls inside
She was there when the universe died
Dripping into nothingness, and nothingness is nothing less
Than what it had been
Looping back while looking in
She lets them see her limitless grin
And the world begins to spin

Leaking, her voice is speaking
A most interesting time
Then a silent evening
To be receiving those who are leaving
If she stops believeing

posted by panda6 at 4:15:00 PM

Possibly confusing
And certainly losing
A certain connection,
Or twisted reflection,
Of an image I see
When I close my eyes,
Mixing truth with loving lies
Of something that tries
To touch us inside
And hold you in
But take a peek
For what we seek
Is here in this pond

posted by panda6 at 3:06:00 PM

Waiting
And then it arrives
Staring
Take the dive
Feeling
Perhaps too much
Missing
A certain touch
Resting
Arresting
Confessing
Reflecting
Inspecting
Defecting
A sigh for a cloud

posted by panda6 at 5:53:00 PM

A calm reminder of the pain
Your gentle gunshot tears a vein
As blood drains slowly, all I have
Is rolling blindly down the path
Sweetly poisoned, tainted with
A longful stare, but only if
I had known what you would do
Then I could never speak to you


posted by panda6 at 1:32:00 PM

The infinite beat, an unrepressed power
Irrepressibly moving each day by the hour

Somewhere it gives, and forever it takes
But there's always a calmness it makes

When never it seems like an answer is near
Just feel your heart if you want something clear

When clouded by one thing there never is less
Admitting and knowing just what you confess

Yet never lose sight and just quietly stand
When all that still matters is what's in your hand

posted by panda6 at 1:28:00 PM

To look left and right,
To see nothing so near
But a ribbon of regret tied to my hand
A reminder, it says, of where I am
For it will be there
Yet no blade has been so sharp
So blindingly bright
As what I have found in you
To cut this burdon and release it
As if i won't remember

posted by panda6 at 1:18:00 PM

Resting atop the glowing hill
On a cloudy day at noon
Blown by the windy wave
A spastic word in tune

The fire from the valley grows
Its grave facade approaching
Into the world I fall
Something wildy encroaching

The forest down below
Emits a dark and wild cry
Upon my hill I greet
The lucky ones who wouldn't die

And to my face they stand
Hand outstretched in pain
I send them on their way
As once before they come again

But the flames can burn so high
The wind can call my name
But in so many years
The world is still the same

I will not leave my quiet place
Nor shall I give in to
The once destructive force
For what it failed to do

posted by panda6 at 1:13:00 PM

What did you do?
Oh shit, you nasty brat
You made a mess
You rebar cat!
She took you out
To run and play
And then you puke
So what do you say?

Molly's in a cutting mood
So go away and don't be rude
If you're smart you'll run and hide
And keep your fluids deep inside



posted by panda6 at 1:47:00 PM

There is this nasty guy I know
Who wears his granny's panties wherever he goes
He's wearing them right now
While milking a cow
Hey that's not a cow, Pete!
That's a homeless dude with a bad haircut!
Now you've crossed the line!

No cows were harmed in the making of this poem. Except one.

posted by panda6 at 3:19:00 PM

Her name was Blue
Like the color
or the cheese
Except less crumbly

She had a fox ring
It looked shiny
She was dirty
And worked at Jack in the Box

More importantly
I got some tacos
And you like it
Damn that's yummy stuff

Thanks Blue!
You made my day
In a foxy way
Where'd you get that thing??!
That shiny ring
I bet you sing
Just like a pony.


posted by panda6 at 4:12:00 PM

No one likes section 2.1.4.1
They all refer to section 1.3.9.0 and section 2.2

No one reads section 2.1.4.1
Most don't read past section 1.1.2.1

If no one reads past section 1.1.2.1
And everyone is referred to section 2.2
Then think about how section 2.1.4.2 feels.

It feels that numerically delineated documentation sucks.


posted by Tungsten at 2:13:00 PM

Oh ode, you crazy ode
Like an oat, but crazy!
I eat cereal and they make it out of you?
No, that's oats again!

When I'm bored I eat odes
Oh my bad, did it again..
Horses like oats
But not particularly odes.

They should make cereal out of you
Anyway. I think it would be yummy
With pink frosted rabbit marshmallows
Holy crap it's too much sugar!
And then all the kids go into insulin shock
What have I done?!
No what have you done!?
You killed Timmy, and he had potential.
Timmy, oh Timmy, I am sorry.
How bout we just use oats next time!
I think so!

posted by panda6 at 9:48:00 AM

Wicker chair, oh wicker chair
You creak when I touch you
Not that I care

You're scratchy and a little bit frayed
But your worth damn near twice what I paid

Wicker chair, oh wicker chair
You have pants and a hat
You're covered in hair

Hey wait a minute! Wicker chairs don't wear shoes!
I appologize, Timmy, you may go home!

posted by panda6 at 10:28:00 AM

Once upon a time
A rabbit, a sock and a mime
Went to the disco to dance
The rabbit wore corduroy pants
And the sock wore a tux for the ladies.
The mime was unusually shady,
And a fight broke out by the door.
The sock knocked the mime on the floor.
The rabbit was drunk
Along came a skunk
And the mime then went off with a whore.

posted by panda6 at 10:21:00 AM

For whatever reason now there stands
A deep fried taco in my hands
I don't know why I have it here
A deep fried taco all too near
In fact it just bit me on the arm
So I sounded the deep fried taco attack warning alarm
And then some space marines came and shot it
Which is kinda sad
Because I think it had a family of french-fries
'Cause I found a picture in its wallet
Now I feel bad
Oh well, I'll just drink my oj

posted by panda6 at 8:42:00 AM

This kid lived in a cave and he was very tiny
He got a ring for his birthday and it was very shiny
I think then we went to the store for milk and got lost
And probably a dragon kidnapped him
And then there was some fire like in the preview
Oh and his name is Elijah and he's a hobbit
At which point they end up fighting a rival street gang
And then the kid's like "Hey I got this ring and I should pawn it"
So after that "Pawn Shop" is the soundtrack, which is by Sublime
And then he buys a tv and watches Trading Spaces
Why do they always make stuff asian when the people don't like it?
Craziness!

posted by panda6 at 2:35:00 PM

When Foxy wants a whopper
You know no one can stop 'er
She's gonna go buy fifty
Cause she thinks them's are nifty
I though she might be fakin'
But Santa likes his bacon
Whoppers forever!!!!

posted by panda6 at 10:51:00 AM

I bought a biscuit from Jack in the Box
It made me happy from my hair to my socks
It's kinda greasy, but so is your mom
And two-dolla tuesdays at your mom's are the bomb
Now I'm not hungry and I gots my oj
Me and my buiscuit gonna have a partay
And you can come if you bring party whistles. Thanks.

posted by panda6 at 8:35:00 AM

He's missing a foot
Got glaucoma
Can't read
Kinda raggedy
Sleeps on a desk
Getting old
My mom likes ebay
Koala get sold.

posted by panda6 at 3:29:00 PM

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Cats are usually black,
But also come in other colors
Except green
But we all know that's because they'd look too much
Like rabbits!
What's up now rabbit?!
I will kill you!

posted by panda6 at 11:56:00 AM

Thank you
And good night
I have no doubt
What I'll dream about
So thank you
And good night

posted by panda6 at 12:29:00 AM

I got in a fight with a wrestling nun
She bit me so I grabbed her by the hair
But for real it was all just a good bit of fun
And now I know nuns don't fight fair.
Either way, and in the end
She gave me a pet golfish named Linda Marie
And I was like "What the fuck kind of name is that for a goldfish!!??"
So I ate it and it was good.

posted by panda6 at 11:44:00 AM

The sheep are here, and I will count them
And they will count me,
But then they might fall asleep first
So I'll make a crazy red suit from them
Kick ass, I'm getting a new sheep suit.
Peace out!

posted by panda6 at 11:29:00 PM

What is that crazy odor?
That sort of hurts, but is oddly intriguing?
Could it be?! Could it be?
Nope, not Peewee Herman, but close!
It's Voracious P the skunk puppet!
What do you have to say to us all?
"My ass hurts, I'm a stinkin' puppet"
And I bet it does, voracious! I bet it does.

posted by panda6 at 11:02:00 PM

Ceiling

in the midst of a cloud of a people
society waves a shadow of its hand over them
and the cloud shatters into pieces
like glass dropped on the moon
under the ceiling of pc, be-nice-but-not-to-you
a beam of light hits a single one
and is reflected
and refracted from one to the next
and the colors spread
from one to the next.
this cloud has made a rainbow
out of a single beam of light.

Everything Not Here Nor There

Hovering, hiding, rotating, diving, sliding and twisting,
Flipping and whistling, screaming and flying, or crying, but trying
To live when there's neither an answer nor question
No hints and no clues and so rarely suggestion
But how does one get from the floor to the ceiling?
By paying or praying or sitting or kneeling?
Or maybe it's all just a matter of feeling,
A little bit scared but aware that you're healing.

Floor

I found someone lying alone on my floor,
Well it's me, now I see.
But then someone called me and I turned toward the door,
No one's here? That's my fear.
Oh but tell me what is that delite I smell cooking?
There's nothing in sight but I'll spend the day looking,
And later end up on the floor.

posted by panda6 at 11:57:00 AM

Curious Playful

I find myself especially happy today
And I know why
But at the same time I can't explain it
And I'm curious
So the best things don't yet
Have a word.

Spark

The spark of a star
Not near and not far
Hurtling toward me
Aiming for me
Tearing apart the silence before it
Yet I adore it
And will store it
Somewhere close
When I'm most
In need of a spark

And the random

I'm known for the random poetry, so let's hear it
And no matter what - Don't fear it
Like, like a clown with his little balloons
With, with a cracker a sock and a spoon
You say why do you write such a notion
A concoction of meaningless potion
Or a silky smooth drop of a lotion
That somehow, someway lubricates the gears
Stops the squeaking in my head
So I can sleep

Beat Down Fever

A koala named Marbles alone in the dark
He puts on a mitten and goes to the store
Buys a loaf of bread and gets change for the meter
And then says "Why is everyone looking at me?"
BECAUSE YOU STUPID KOALA
You're only wearing one mitten.
Dumbass!

posted by panda6 at 11:48:00 PM

Transposed

What would you do if you saw a green stopsign?
Would you go? I think I would.
Because maybe I can't read.

What would you think if you saw an infant with a pistol?
Would you be concerned for your life? I think I would.
Because how did he get that gun?

Yet I second guess these things,
And they get transposed.
How confusing.

posted by panda6 at 9:34:00 PM

Contemplating a Molecule of Oxygen

I think I might be in a coma,
Lying motionless in a hospital bed,
With family and friends tired
Of waiting for me to wake up.

And this life I'm living,
Is a fabrication in my head,
And the voices I hear
Are the only thing that's real.

This thought makes me sad,
Because I always thought
I was more creative than this.

posted by panda6 at 9:26:00 PM

A note about the update...

I posted a few poems I wrote a couple of years ago. They were originally intended to be songs that formed a story when put together. I am missing a few of them, and the ones I posted are not in order.

posted by panda6 at 11:05:00 PM

A Farewell

Do you
Think I
Have much
To say to you now?

The curtains have closed
and the actors have taken their bow.

Do you
Sleep well
At night
Cold and alone in your bed?

Surrounded by darkness
And led by the voices in your head.

So when they collide,
We shall see what's inside
With the rain from which
All of us cower and hide

posted by panda6 at 11:01:00 PM

Close Your Eyes

What is it you feel?
What is it you see?

When I told you the answer
You'd forgotten the question

The unspoken love
and the heartbroken passion

Close your eyes to feel,
And reach out to see

posted by panda6 at 10:59:00 PM

Regret/A Touch Of Sanity

A thousand moons revolve
Around eachother
And love or hate
Destroys all that's great

Once we choose we cannot have the other

A thousand moons collide
Into eachother
And turn to flame,
An everlasting pain

It remains for our sisters and brothers

So hold on tight
To the ones you love
When they're gone,
And you are all alone
There's nothing left to hide from


posted by panda6 at 10:56:00 PM