Pantoums

Why I write

Rhythm in blues comes to lead and paper

My mine doesn’t stop, a river with no dam

Ideas come in and out I am caught in magnificent vapor

There is never enough time for ideas to cram

My mind doesn’t stop, a river with no dam

Broken in artistic flow

There is never enough time for ideas to cram

From afar they never fly low

Broken in artistic flow

Ideas come in and out caught in magnificent vapor

From far they never fly low

Rhythm in blues comes to lead and paper

Portraits of the past

Time stares back

Memories smile and cry

Hope builds up plaque

Temporal sands fly

Memories smiles and cry

Actions determine connotation

Temporal sands fly

Conviction blesses coronation or condemnation

Actions determine connotation

Time stares back

Conviction blesses coronation or condemnation

Hope builds up plaque

Burning Bones of Mortality

Bones and tendons crinkle and crack

Vitality is a fossil fuel

Never forget anatomy and mortality never slack

While procrastination and action duel

Vitality is a fossil fuel

Buring time suffocates our immortal dreams

While procrastination and action duel

Burning our mediocre reality by the seams

Buring time suffocates our immortal dreams

Bones and tendons crinkle and crack

Burning our mediocre reality at the seems

Never forget anatomy and mortality never slack