The Incomplete Colour

Wondering Wheel

Thoughts abound like wolves on a hunt
Always preying always seeking,
Words to express what’s out in front
But in your mind they’re shrieking

Can you follow round and round?
Where ideas form the conscious
Always lost, always profound.
never found, never delicious

Like a hamster in his wheel
Moving endlessly in the pi
Is it surreal?
If so, its time to retry 

 

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Travelers abroad
Mired in the showcase of culture
Embracing love of travel
And love of ‘xotic.
What mysteries to discover and
what knowledge to be gained.
So head down the path that’s famed,
for life is to be ‘vealed,
leading to the time and place of your 
heart’s 
Gravitational field.  

Bosphorus Colour

A city meets east, and west
Its tide reflects
the changing cultures
of its Bosphorus sea.
The mighty current always pulls,
and pushes
with indisputable power.
And if you wish to discover its flavor,
You’ll definitely need more than an hour.

Sunset

What tides of glory
Have enriched the view
These loves of lust and hope
bless but a few
The day’s last sliver of light
fades past the horizon in
ways that only time has met
But that’s what binds the ties
between sunset and sunrise 

Wiki-Hiatus

“Hiatus is over”
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“So what’s wrong then?”
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“Tones are different.”
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“What’s the Pitch?”
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“Phonological, I think.”
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“Better turn on the television.”
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“But it’s anatomy creates too much static. And the layers aren’t complete!”
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“So grab a waffle. From Belgium. And finish the geological season.”
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“Season 3 of NCIS?”
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“I don’t know. You better Ask Alexandria.” 

The Colour of Stanzas

Its akin to a roulette discussion
in which the only language spoken is 
Russian

This isn’t a poem about love
Or emotions. Or heartache.
It’s a poem about courage.
And strength. And the choices we make.

But when I don’t want to return to this box,
I always must, for its my duty.
And while most don’t want to go there,
I always embrace the Colour of its beauty. 

But it gives you new insight,
So you don’t wish for death
But rather wish for her.
To hold tight.
And kiss goodnight. Forever.

Cthulhu fills the void
left out by hea(r)tless sand 
Back to the future like Christopher lloyd 
To reveal the empty thoughts of man. 

The Colour of Blood

To the Medics.
Those who risk their own,
to save another’s.
Armed with ‘phine and
Courage,
he provides 
the saline,
for the Soldier, or
marine;
So I salute the Doc,
who acts like it’s routine,
and never stops, but
works
round the clock.

Neuropathy

Visceral Pain is fleeting. 
An illusion of matter over mind
that fails to be found in time.

In the moment it encompasses your thoughts and
hopes, but like a storm you feel will never pass,
it always elopes
to be married to some other poor soul.
One cannot anticipate the stimuli,
even if you try,
and must see a guy,
who gives you as supply,
of drugs and placebo pie.  

But in the end its not the meds,
nor sleep within your bed,
but time and time alone
that cures the pain inside your mind.