Negative Pairing with a charge Negative to positive To zero it all out There hangs a negative In an empty space Yet surrounded By a binary state Positives so afar The negative sees live ajar From the plane of its existence And looks toward the Z And there the negative finds Nothing. 5/20/21 – Andy McRae
Tick Tick
Tick Tick Tick, tick, tick. Sounds of mechanical components Moving along their way No say to how they move No way to stop. Tick, tick, tick. To hear that movement And to say other Is to lie. Tick, tick, tick. I hear those sounds And I fear Progress of time I fear my ultimate demise. Tick, tick, tick. Or are gears shifting Into place A final resting template. Tick, tick, tock. 6/3/21 – Andy McRae
Drooping Sun
Drooping Sun Light from a drooping sun Sparkles off the green tree yonder. What would make it so bright, The beams that travel so much longer Then I can image in comparison. Swirl of our planet, what a wonder. 7/7/2020 – Andy McRae
Ribbons
Ribbons Ribbon tied in bows on a skeletal frame Fingers pull on the ribbons Twisting them this way and that Just to watch the skeletal being dance. Dancing all night long I’m tired to the bone These wires sticking from me itch Longing for more, know there is so I sever the cords that bind me To those puppeteers behind the curtains. Fluttering, several severed ribbons In the wind, colors of a deep rainbow. 6/6/21 – Andy McRae
New Poem Week
For the next week I will be posting a new poem every day. So keep your eyes open for them.
Abyss
Abyss Plunge into a bottomless pit Down deep into fathoms unknown Forever falling, falling, falling Farther down into the darkness Crystal cries muffled on dank walls The world above grows dimmer As time goes on, soon all that is left Is the pit, this purgatory of falling A wish for a floor nonexistent A hope driving existence. 6/1/21 – Andy McRae
Scribbles
Scribbles Blank pages Am I meant to fill The spaces between All the void My heart bleeds On to the paper And I scribble ‘nomen eius’. 5/16/21 – Andy McRae
MIRAGE OF SAND
MIRAGE OF SAND surroundings of embankments of red sand I grasp it in my hand watching as every grain runs through my fingers like molecules of liquid worn by winds filled with sand and rock alone I rock, back and forth, and I begin to cry why? does nothing last? can I not pick up and hold you one last time, but alas like the sands in this desert, or in time you just seem to slip right out of my arms. in this desert I weep for you there is no real way for me hold you again, so a mirage will do. 05/22/21 – Andy McRae
Dyslexic Trance
Dyslexic Trance I can see the letters dance And hear the syllables blur, These are times I infer That I have my dyslexic glance, And now I am in a word trance. 5/21/21 – Andy McRae
The Man Who Still Wakes
The Man Who Still Wakes I find that I am at a crossroads. A beast with two heads, One rests while the other is in glow. An impulsive lad with no brakes A drunken man has no legs. A conversion with pain Takes your breath away. Villainous desires, Plague the fire The burning of the sheets. Erased from the banks A toll has been taken upon me. Now these scars are all that remains Of a story once worth telling, Now become my standard beat. The water trickling down his cheek, Enough to make the weak break. Yet still he rises from the bed To make another history, To tell the world at his wake. And the earth shall quake. - Andy McRae
This an old one. Either from college or High School, not sure which.
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