The Philosopher's Other Stone

thephilosophersotherstone:

barbecuetry

let me grill you a bit
over picked bones
and ruffled feathers

can you take
a snarky remark
and see it’s a lark?

the broiling bits
cool on your plate
or get stuck in the rafters

while charcoal embers
like glibly thrown sparks
instigate laughter

beginnings

unfolding its petals
like a morning flower

stretching careful tendrils
towards the early light

curiosity meanders, probing
pondering fate’s tribulations

shyly inching forward
slowly taking aim

for what waits on the horizon
for the hope there is to claim

barbecuetry

let me grill you a bit
over picked bones
and ruffled feathers

can you take
a snarky remark
and see it’s a lark?

the broiling bits
cool on your plate
or get stuck in the rafters

while charcoal embers
like glibly thrown sparks
instigate laughter

The Dualism of the Laundered Sock

Where did it get to
Is it stuck
in the elusive dryer dimension
or in the mysterious elsewhere

Is it here or there,
or here and there

A sock on the run from
its own dualistic conundrum

Is it still somewhere
or did it just bugger off
or did it cease to exist
when we looked for it

Thank you, Bomb Squad. All of you. <3 😊

death, blood, war, and horror
oh, the joys of gardening

slashing, cutting hapless greens
nipping weed growth in the bud

murdering decisively
what shrubberies sprout unallowed

a killing spree, it’s world war three
just because I pricked my thumb

of sass and suss

picture yourself
in a storm in a teacup
swirls as from marble
taunt vision and mind

flotillas of thoughts
ramble, undulating
in a game of scones
who can see, who is blind?

on railway tracks in the moonlight

on railway tracks straight ahead
we perceive our future laid out
as the metal gleams in the moonlight

it seems all so clear at first glance
but do we dare to meddle with
the switches to reset our course

when we look forward and anticipate
that the rails we are on need diversion
to let us reach our destination

all set and ready to adjust the rails
wielding spanners and gear we must travel
ever alert of the changes our railway needs

as the clock homes in on midnight
drowsiness weighs down my bones
the day is done, the chairs upended
nothing more here to be done
restful sleep, I welcome thee
bring dreams and visions of a one
thus cover me in blankets soft
and take me through the night
and warn the sun to greet me well
when on the morrow I’ll behold its sight

if androids dream of electric sheep
and Randroids of objective sheep
I’m glad that I am neither one
all flesh and blood and beard

wherever my dreams may take me
under Morpheus’ spell I’ll rather rest
on pastures green, in forests deep
I’m walking in the land of sleep

Daydreams

The town of Erlangen
On a friendly summer’s day
Students, more students
The Alma Mater
And that one large company
Where my stepdad used to work
I didn’t care about uni that day
When shingled roofs reflected
The afternoon sun
A view across town
From the attic with a balcony
Playing the blues
On an old Vox amp
Looking out into the distance
Somewhere out there, you
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Back then some day one day
Step into my daydream, play along
As the blue notes dance
Through the summer air
Engineering can take a break
As can Shakespeare
I dream of tousled hair
And a maiden fair





Prompt by Amy (lovaboxa)

Night Scenes

Furtive glances
Quickened paces
Beating hearts
   In the dark of night

Lamppost graces
Selling dances
Fleeting hearts
   In the dark of night

Water splutters
In the gutters
Sombre hearts
   In the dark of night

Wasted chances
Withered faces
Bitter hearts
   In the dark of night

Warm embraces
Soft romances
Burning hearts
   In the dark of night

Eyelids flutter
Behind shutters
Lovers’ hearts
   In the dark of night





Prompt by Amy (lovaboxa)

happyfish. :)

happyfish. :)

Don’t blame ruining everything for yourself on others. Because when you need it the most, no one will take your calls.
You really won’t want to hear what I have to say (via jasremindmetobreathe)

veteran

the demons in your head
are no news to you
a recurring bunch of loiterers
with malicious intent

but you’ve seen them before
and you know their weakness
every time they come knocking
what they get is a whacking

and if that shouldn’t suffice
we’re all here fighting with you
because we’ve all seen them, too

standing together no demons
can ever succeed; we’ll prevail