He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the heavy lock Like lichen on an old worn stone It was clamped right at the top The idea was convoluted but who was he to disbelieve that she was dumping him no longer tugging on his sleeve Its just because she found out that he had found another lass defense of her emotions an expedition come to pass She was too late to be convinced She’d pay no fee to change his mind The past would soon catch up to him She was sure that he would find For now she would just move on Find a new man for herself She’d take her pain and anguish and place it high upon a shelf
It’s a transient world in this cesspool called life where dangerous people cause infinite strife But laid out before us in a subliminal church A decoration of faith, a presentation of worth It is here that we find peace and love undisturbed With just an inkling of anger or just maybe perturbed But we let it all go at the drop of a dime Because all we’ve got left is our life and some time.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “on your/my plate.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
We were out on a date It was there on my plate a creepy crawler maybe smaller I tried not to scream Was this part of a dream? No chance in that Food ended up on the mat What did they say when they took it away? “Do you want more?” But I ran for the door.
With all intent and purposes I crack the curtains quick I try to get a glimpse of who might loom and play a trick. I grip the curtain with my hand, creeped out by a large stain I wonder if it’s part of the man’s now exploded brain. I hear a noise and whirl around, more of a clumsy spin To see through light left by the moon and then I leaned right in. I saw my Lord in my garden of coloredtulip blooms He is my favorite man of law, mixed in like smokey fumes I backed right up and curled my fingers ’round the slack fabric And tried to think of why I’m here, I’d figure something quick My mind erased the memories of seeing him that day But every night when I lay down, to him I like to pray I pray that he comes back around to see me at my best And go to sleep with joyous vibes inclined to take a rest.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “morning.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
In the early, morning, I like to see the birds singing songs and flying free The sun is up and shining bright, bringing in the morning light I wake and dress to start my day knowing that I’ve got a real long list But then I remember it’s cleaning day and suddenly I am pissed I wish my house would clean itself, it’d be so nice if it helped out But no it just sits real still and sends dust bunnies flying about
once upon a time in a land far away there were three hooded villains that had no place to stay They walked all day and night to find something to do They wandered the open fields and busy cities too.
Then all of a sudden the wind began to blow The temperature was dropping and it began to snow They headed for a cave to stay calm, warm, and dry When the biggest of the three of them just began to cry
He said he didn’t like this, the running and the cold He said his back was aching, that he was getting old He wanted to go back home where he could rest his head but in the morning when they woke the poor guy was dead.