You what, what the f*** did you call me,
Come over here and knock me out pussy.
Let’s see what you have got,
Let’s see your flow,
Let’s see what style you know.
You throw a punch at me,
And I will hit you with three.
Finish you off real quick,
With a sickle kick.
But why start with me, peaceful Phil?
I turn my head and walk away.
It’s all ok, this happened in my mind,
Let go of this he was only taking the p***
Walk away,
Be the bigger man,
Focus on the master plan.
Chill out and relax,
Let the problems pass.
Go to sleep
You are weakened
from the week and
you feel like you are in need of
a whole weekend
of good treatment
or just taking the whole week off!
your achievement
for the evening
is that now you can just dream of
anything that
you believe in
close your eyes and try to think of
an appeasing
memory and
that's the best therapy!
Don't count sheep,
just go to sleep
and dream of life how it should be
with your eyes closed
you can see
anything easily!
When I close my eyes
I see to my surprise
the mind behind my blindness!
Where I can find good guidance!
Back in the same spot
Where time freezes
Carrot and tomato juice
And company of visible angels
Celebrating the now.
Tomorrow has to wait.
If it doesn’t come –
We’re not sitting here in vain
For this moment, this time…
This miniscule part of the revolving
Of the earth, of universe –
Of life.
Is eternalized.
Timeless.
We breathe…
Tomorrow has to wait.
The universe revolves
I close my eyes…
I feel it move – slow and fast.
Round and round – I’m dizzy
In this spiral worlds of ups and downs,
I drown.
I scream – Silently.
And yet, at the end of the day…
There’s time to breathe –
To exist.
Here and now – I freeze time.
At the Little Cottage Café.
Those cool September nights
chilling us so.
Though we dressed in remembrance
of August
with her warm, welcoming ways
waving us in for a safe landing
upon a soft shore.
The chilly, early fall evenings
cool upon our skin,
but within we’re dripping sweat
in my backseat,
bent.
We hit some turbulence in these dimming skies,
highlighting our wanting eyes,
with all the typical tints
of yellow and pink,
purple and orange,
so awesome and grand
hanging over this
cold land.
-Ryan K. Fuller