We're always in transition moving over, under, sideways , down never gaining any traction From one idea to the next seemingly trapped in an infinitive state between concepts of our present- whilst flailing to disambiguate our past We're always in ambiguous lives grabble-ing for a balance of time that is always in the red
Random Acts of management Do as I say not as I do I'm in Management and only I am equipped to make decisions That go against the rules There are factors you don't comprehend I am in Management An omnipotent potentate Newtonian physics And Aristotelian logic need not apply In my universe of non linear lies Random acts of management the prime directive states: In order to survive- Always blame the other guy ( From the further adventures of Philip Benjamin Pierce , March 2017-February 2019)
Who ever thought Nietzsche would save my soul Ironic at its best Oxymoron at the least But it's true Eternal recurrence Affirmation of a life Over and over and over another time Full circle yet again The ultimate survivor I continue to exist ( From the Second half Century, February 2019)
Once In my arms I held you there by the river and encouraged you to tell me your dreams It was inevitable- like a river that flows out to sea you were gone A shadow of a memory However-I find solace in the fact that once I knew you and felt your warmth Whilst I held you in my arms ( Taken from "the Past Perfect Tense-2018)
Reclining in the arms of a former flame Letting her message away my cares Listening to the beat-ing of time as it slows Oh sweet music-opiate to my soul Have I forsaken you of late? Never mind my love Welcome home... (Taken from Desiderations, passions and other lovers-2017)
I'm all lost in a Barnes and Noble I can no longer live happily I came in looking for biography Now I'm lost in literary theory I arrived to search the stacks Searching for an Identity A Joycean adventure of Freudian Crises Satan in disguise Oh Poe is me Wilde and Lovecraft, mice or men Down the rabbit hole I descend, A hatter am I in Charles Lutwidge Dodgson's dreams
I'm all lost in a Barnes and Noble I can no longer read Literature I came in looking for science fiction Now I'm living biography I didn't arrive,as much as I stumbled over Joycean innuendo Dr Freud came running to treat my sense of injured self I'm all lost in the Monkey House I can no longer think rationally Trying to escape... Waiting for Godot is my new manifesto I'm trapped in a Barnes and Noble-genres baffle me Trying to Find my way among pages of Philosophy I'm all lost in a sea of mazes Word games follow me Running like Alice Through a wonderland Of words and slippery definitions Hiding out in adventure, seeking an opportunity No time for romances when you're reading Jules Verne I'm being chased by a The-a-saurus I think it wants to devour me Oh messieurs Webster and Johnson Can you help me explain In Swiftonian prose The Problems vexing me I've lost my soul to a vast array of books I never see sentenced forever to re-read Pliny the Elder's Histories ( Taken From "Hello Old Friend, 2008)
Going thru the motions Burning out inside Questioning if I want to live or die Seems to me Life's become Just a shell of its former self Walking round in a daze That envelopes all that once lived Oh I want to cry Not sure if its passion or pain Help me god Don't let me down Struggling to break free Of this insipid insanity Trying to escape this prison I've fallen into How to escape old feelings coming back Memories of a dark past Can't go down that path again Can't betray myself once more Reach for the truth Hold onto my soul Do what I know is best for me Its not failure If I can learn something about myself and finally break the chain I did it once before A leap of faith and I was Mightily rewarded Time to summon the courage once more time to be myself I'm sure (October 2016)
The Poetaster's Muse-ings 