Syncing Delusional I am the unusual Very much delusional, A man perched on the brink This verse, this man, out of sync. I am searching to fill in a hole A chunk of ground missing in front Of my blind eyes, I fall in with a grunt. Bury me alive, cover me with dirt, like a mole I, the delusional, cannot see through to your soul Pondered on the verge of my destruction Why is it that I am always looking for what is null You fell into my gaze, only for me to crack my skull If I bleed onto you, I will bleed on your instruction I have fallen, delusional I am, into your seduction. 7/8/20 - Andy McRae
INK 2
INK II
Words flowing
Like a fountain of oil
Ink
From the mind
Covering all in script
I cannot contain
The fount of ink
Blackens out the page
With darkened letters
Words poisoned
Ink stained
Reading what was written
I find nothing but the unforgiveable
Ink smudges on my hand
On my face, crawling in
Sanity bending whim
Ink
A simple thing
Sitting in a jar
Take it out
And madness
Is not far
Ink.
6/25/20 – Andy McRae
This poem revisits the idea of Ink being this powerful force. Here is the original INK
Taut the Knot
Taut the Knot So little the knot For a tie so narrow Flowers from the Barrow Sewn with beautiful discord, not Uniform with on whom it hangs taut. 7/6/20 - Andy McRae
The poem is about the tie in the photo, not the penguin, the penguin is just modeling the tie for me.
Pink Rose
Pink Rose In the light of a harsh sun filled day A lone bloom, a pink rose, reaches for the sky Curling down a petal, a single drop, a cry A pink rose, a lone bloom fenced in, to keep at bay All gloom and doom of a world outside the array Yet the drop is not curling down the petal For simple gloom and doom so removed A pink rose, a lone bloom, seclusion proved To be a sword hilt ringed with a thorny metal Effective for sure, but an unhandleable devil Gated on all sides, an island at sea A lone bloom, kept from the doom A pink rose, alone from all the gloom Kept alone from all the horizons that it can see Why, little pink rose, a drop is curling down thee. July 6, 2020 - Andy McRae
Hydra
She said 'Have a nice day' So, I tried, I wanted to try so hard But this hydra hit us off guard That barista was delightful My coffee, simply delicious But I could not go back Because the hydra was malicious Now I drink coffee alone, at home Nobody around to say 'Have a nice day' And still the hydra is on the roam I cannot win in this modern apocalyptic zone. June 30, 2020 - Andy McRae
Fear Me
Fear me, the darkness Deep in your heart Slumbering in your soul Waiting to get out Longing to reach out And touch another being Tainted to the touch Brushed by a poisonous Creation lumbering For so long in the depths Of your love, corruption Seeping out Leaking out Of the cage That has held so long Darkness decaying All around you is falling Melting away with rot The air is riddled with The stench of fear All around you is seared By the touch of the darkness That you let out Plants wither, cattle corpses rot Can you handle the darkness The primordial fear you wrought Changing the land, the people They suffer until you say not. June 24, 2020 – Andy McRae
Long Dog
Long dog, silly dog Sleeping by my leg Dream of chasing Robins, Robins Running the yard Bound, Bound Flying in the air Flap, Flap, Flop Little dog, silly dog Sleeping by my leg. 6/23/20 - Andy M.
Kaleidoscope
Kaleidoscope Prismatic at the wheel Drive me places Make me feel Prism shift Feel the drift From red to blue Coming down too Kaleidoscope Chromatic way I emote Long waves, short waves Makes me feel like a remote Palate of colors I am I shift with coming of wind Sail across the sky Prism rainbow am I Kaleidoscope Fully hued All the colors of the rainbow I suffer a few in magnitude. June 23, 2020 - Andy McRae
My sister told me I should write a poem about pretty colors. so I did.
Existence
Erring on the side of madness I find only there is only sadness In this world so devoid Hollowed out and destroyed My home, my world, my existence Finding out it is not subsistence Only a truth if I were free Of bounds tied around me. June 18, 2020 - Andy McRae
Humble Bumble
The birds are chirping from the trees All around me the nature breathes. Scent of lavender lofts thru the air As someone fells down a tree with care. Old dogs lying, licking at their paws Sniffing the wind when they take a pause. Trees grow giant all around the yard Maple, Birch, Spruce, Willow stand guard. Flowers blossom, hummingbirds flutter, bees bumble This world beyond my door makes me feel humble. 6/15/20 – Andy McRae
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