Poetry

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Eternal Twilight

Published October 2, 2017 by Incidental Scribe

As the sun sets her weary head and the moon prepares his brightest smile

It is between these phases of the day that I contemplate life for awhile

My soul wants to run like a lupine to gnash its teeth and howl at the moon

To dance over streams and prowl through the forest but the sun she awakes too soon

The night calls to me like a vampire softly begging me to come and play

And why not I ask when I work all night and sleep my life away all day

My heart it yearns for adventure to escape along cool foggy streets

Or perhaps just a wild passionate thrill ride between some black silky sheets

The supernatural and dark appeal to me with their mysterious and twisted ways

As twilight comes every fiber of my being prepares for our favourite time of day.

Because I kno when my feet are weary and my mind decides it’s time to roam

I can always follow the raven wherever he files because he knows just how to lead me home

~The Incidental Scribe

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Hurricane Season

Published August 25, 2017 by Incidental Scribe

Frustrating annoying confusing to say the least

We go through these vicious cycles once a year a month or week

You never know with me when the time bomb is gonna blow

With you I sit here wanting you to talk but waiting for you to go

Then it’s like the winds shift and the storm we are battling ends

We are back to being lovers compainons and most importantly best friends

I am compassionate considerate caring and kind

You are focused on us and for a few fleeting moments will say what’s on your mind

But is this love enough because beyond our horizon the storm rears its head

The moments gone the wind picks up and we are back in hurricane season I can feel the dread

I tell you to brace yourself because I don’ want either of us to get swept over the edge

You hold my hand say we’ve been through a storm like this before and we’re gonna make it again

~ The Incidental Scribe

Three Minutes

Published July 22, 2016 by Incidental Scribe

What can one write in three minutes, that can be worth anything.

If only I could stop the clock and buy myself some more time. Yet the challenge of leaving three minutes worth of thoughts here appeals to me.

I am thinking about my walk to work and how different nights at a fast food chain can be depending on the night of the week.

And with that three minutes are over. I’m sad to see them go.

Birthday Thoughts

Published July 12, 2016 by Incidental Scribe

Time never stops it keeps on growing

Even when these old bones are screaming and moaning

Life should be lived like it’s a wild ride

There are way too many things I want to do before I die

Another year passes and I’m working the grind

Can’t escape the routine it’s gonna eat me alive

Little steps do something new everyday

So when my time comes I can say I did it my way
~The Incidental Scribe

The Filter

Published June 29, 2016 by Incidental Scribe

Oh yes, I can take off years, but are you really seeing me. Does this face tell the story of my life or the experience you should see? What if I was to tone it down? How would the next picture be?

More lines and blemishes still this could take a while. I’m not made of plastic or a painting with Mona Lisa’s smile. What if there was no filter? Would I still be in style?

There are my laugh lines and freckles, all the things that make me real. This is the face that does not let others say how I should look or feel. So ladies if you’re with me stop these beauty ills.

Waiting

Published May 21, 2016 by Incidental Scribe

Time is all that stands between us
As I sit here pondering life
Tick tock goes the clock
And still you have not arrived
I just wait and wait for you to show
And fill the depths of my soul
Oh delivery driver please hurry up
I’m hungry….that is all

~ The Incidental Scribe

Tick Tock Tick Tock

Published January 27, 2016 by Incidental Scribe

Here I lie trying to stop time with my mind
I focus, physically reach out to grab it and sigh
Once again the stream slips through my fingers
Time laughs at me as it is powerful and unkind
I’m running out of it and all I can do is ask why
Frustrated by the echos of wasted time that lingers

Life is too short to sit and try to stop the flow
We need to just go out and live our goals and dreams
Stop blaming time for the wasted days and look to us
I will tackle this mortality problem, you know
The answer is really a whole lot easier than it seems
No more wasting moments is how to do it, it really is a must

~ The Incidental Scribe

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