Down to Earth.
Quantum growth available.
Fire the slingshot past Mars.
Voyager journeys on.
Gravity compels us.
Slow your heart rate.
Give the Sun and the Moon back to me.
Stars shoot past the comets.
Extreme Horror Escape Room – The Experience – PARKING
Cars are a luxury
many of us willing use.
Our roads and highways demand them.
Yet, where do they all go when not being driven?
After they are parked,
How do we get them back out?
Car park hell.
It could be more costly to run though.
But I am curious as to what puzzles would be procured.
Throw away
Divorce the in-laws.
Trash the garbage bags.
Kitty litter smells.
Dump the scraps for the birds.
Re-usable?
Only if someone else likes dirt.
Trauma re-trauma
Stress re-enacts the moments.
The memories.
The people involved make the situation recur.
No way to get away.
Fear finds you wherever you go.
Double Standard
A man’s house is his castle.
A woman’s bedroom is his brothel.
Why do we tolerate this?
Not Necessarily what I want
Want, no.
Need, probably.
Cat purring up a storm
‘in my lap.
Interfering with my plans, yes.
Helpful and comforting, ultimately yes!
Shoulder Checking
Can you turn your head?
Do you still get dizzy or unbalanced?
Then you shouldn’t be driving!
Dear Title Boy
I have been thinking about you.
How I cannot understand
Why someone like you
Would like someone like me.
I find it difficult to say things
Even though I know you will listen.
I feel supported in a loving relationship.
Something in all of my adult life
I have never felt before.
I grew up
Having to prove I was strong
Independent
Able to take care of myself.
All I ever wanted was to run away.
Escape.
Leave behind the guilt and disillusionment
That I was someone.
That I was someone.
That I could be someone.
Not just anyone
But someone significant.
As I work through my traumas
I know I will have your support
Even though it still feels unreal.
Also, I will keep reminding you
Of how amazing you are
Because I know there are days
Where you don’t feel it.
I never thought I would actually find my soulmate.
But I did.
Thank you.
I love you Title Boy!
Saturn’s Premier Poet.
My Self
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
But how can I get away from my self.
I am forever thinking.
Worrying, hating myself.
How can I grow fonder of myself
When I can never be absent?
Geode
Trace the line
As it cracks open
Revealing treasures
Unknown.
Colours brilliant,
Surprising
And fascinating.
All in one rock.
Saturn's Premier Poet 