Georg Christoph Lichtenberg

child-427173.jpg

“The thoughts written on the walls of madhouses by their inmates might be worth publicizing.”
― Georg Christoph Lichtenberg

Advertisements

My Soul Fills With Song For Uncle Walt

walt-whitman-391107.jpg

My soul fills with song for Uncle Walt
Years of running in circles
Trying to find my voice
He whispered his love in my ear
My wheels slipping on the rails
I turn, ready for the future
Ripping down my walls
Looking outside for someone to share
Hiding in shadows no more
I shall set sail for those lost dreams

Thinking You Were A Little Bit Off

person-1281768.jpg

Thinking you were a little bit off
Wishing for the future to materialize
Not wishing to wrap you in their arms
Some not meant for their prying eyes
The status lingering on the walls
Set aside from the accepted chorus
Realization of the ugliness around
Not always a proper moment for us

Floating Through The World

sea-67911.jpg

Floating through the world

Soaking up life like a sponge

Trying hard to wipe away pain

To rid yourself of this grunge

Each night another debacle

Colorful dusk marking time set

Building your wall before alarm

Shredded by demons not yet met