Catch Me If you Can…….

I can be bold

Just like the letters of my title

But I can never fold

Because a I’m a painted mold

I might crack the paint

And those cracks will evolve and all Of me will end up on the ground

It will be a soundless fall 

Like a shrub in a forest

I can do more

But not for us

I must run ahead and get things settled

I dont like assisstance in the meadow

Because I can see for miles 

But for miles I couldn’t see anything

Pulling weeds to fashion a raft

Trying to float on the wind 

Like God sent me in

A medic in the field

Tending to the holes in roots

I’m little but I’m big

Like a tadpole in a puddle

Bugs dare not settle

I ride tiny wave like I’m on a saddle

No paddle

Who’s gonna taddle

The teacher is out 

And the substitute is sick

My best friend is a prick

Stuck to my hip

So I run 

My legs ar humming

Like a chopper 

Im running and running

Bumping into walls

And the walls ar crumbling

Everyone is yelling 

But it sounds like humming

Everything is blurry

Because I am in a hurry

I will either find my destiny

Or death will find me

Chasing me like a hound

From Baskerville

But I will say 

“Ask the burnt hill”

“Ask the charred trees”

“But you cannot ask me”

I’ve got fire on my feet

I usually never flee

I will make an exception for you

But CATCH ME IF YOU CAN

The Tyranical Trio

Fear, Love, and Pain

Ride like the wind

Traveling in packs

And the herds 

Are like nothing ever heard

Its absurd

Even birds dont cry as loud as the destruction these 3 leave behind

Howling is the best way to express Pain

And those that howl best

Suffered the nashing of teeth

The slicing of feet

Felt the substance that creates Weeps

I’d rather befriend something that constantly beeps

But these three creep

Shadows in the trees

Tiger in the wheat

Hate in a time of peace

The unseen 

But ever obscene

The gleam

Like something shiny and neat

Buried in the sand

What a beautiful beach

Because the beautiful thing

Is that your playing softly in the glass

And how many have you passed

The last flash

That you might ever see

And you didn’t know it then

But Love, Fear, and Pain

Were your only friends

And in a foreign language the befriend

Exotic and promising something new

Like coffee beans

But promising “Gold is what we brew”

A stew that you can drink like juice

A soul for your soup

Just like choice and consequence

Cannot have one without the other

To rid yourself of 1

Do not even bother

For,

Fear, Love, and Pain

Travel with eachother

Twisted Soul

A tortured mind

A broken hand

And a mild mannered man

Walked into a joint

That couldn’t get them stoned

So they rolled and rolled 

Crying and yelling

“Please someone fill my bowl”

How much taste can a shaved tongue retain?

A Twisted soul

Much like a black licorice stick

Sick and favored by few

But those that hold the gift

Are sickened by few

And the truer the truth

The deeper the lies

And like paper cuts invisible to the naked eye

But the sting rings

Louder than a school bell

So do not smell

Powder through a straw

A Twisted Soul resembles living in a well

At the bottom of a hill

Lived a hole

And that where a tortured mind

A broken hand

And the mild mannered man 

Eventually rolled

And anger brewed 

Until that well spewed 

Up all things that were not well

And created Hell’s well

The habitat for all that is not swell

…………..Hope you like! Please feel free to let me know what you think. I can always use a bit of constructive criticism.

…………..For as iron sharpens iron so too one man sharpens another

                                                                                                            – God