(The Expanding and Stagnating)

Lurid luminescence in lucid vitality,
vivid in its vibrancy.
Emotional palette motioned by memory,
memory in its infancy.
Experience expanding the layers of learning,
beliefs in elasticity,
motioned by memory, stagnating in stages,
stubbornness stripping layers of learning.
New experience expanding further thoughts,
negating failed experience;
learning presses on.
Memory motioned by memory,
stubbornness stripping layers and saving
saving layers that suit.
Coarse layers stripped by time,
stagnating in stages

Failed experience

Motioned by memory stripped by time

memory stripped by time

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(the expanding and stagnating of)                                                                                                 time.

#Governmentapproved

 

"Government approved"

 

 

But I don't approve peddling

 

 

With no direction.

Time on my Hands

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Light spills onto skin,

soft to touch,

but deeper still
an inner glow tends.

Reflections
abound in tandem,

a rippled crowd of fractals
slipping past the frame-limit

Sorry for the Silence

Forgive a poet who is content

when his pen is dry and words are spent,

when there are no problems to be solved

and no cast of villains to be involved.

Forgive a poet who can freely smile

when he has no troubles to compile,

when his sad songs have carried out their chore

and he does not need them anymore.

Forgive a poet who put down his pen
when he struggled to find his voice again,
when his words became all soft and sappy;
forgive a poet when he is happy.

Rudimentary Rumblings

Virulent vitriol, violent in his hate,

erupting without encracity -

flaught infant flocks watch him vesuviate;

he devours young hope with voracity.

Fremescent rocks rained from the mouth of his vent,

a fusillade of barbed, bellicose bricks -

burning the innocence of all where he went;

sending souls along the lava of Styx.

But through the rumbles, the roots where he stands

grow a verdure still of verdure and pure - 

remaining unmoved by chaos he demands;

standing up for all hope; steadfast and sure.

That rubicund ridge could foam in its threats

but dowsed with indifference and peril wets.