Observational Poems by New Members

Orbital fantasies

Dreams drip
From
faucets unused

Upside down purple chandeliers
Lust licks at staircase

Banister camouflages Hand grenade
Fear not The Games played on rooftops

Stopwatch
Grandfather clock
Tic toc

thumbtacks fill holes
Short circuit eye sockets

Like that could make you see

We bleed
paint
Art
Love
Sex

Masterbation in watercolor
Blowjobs in oil pastel
charcoal would be better

Hungry lips and hooded eye...

asserting these abnormalities-
Pulling me from my typical trance.
As I stray back to my common mentalities,
my sexuality may be your only chance.

Plagued By Puppets"

Puppet people, with puppet thoughts/
Puppet police force, and puppet courts
The puppets taught, by puppet schools/
The puppet teachers, with puppet rules
The puppet lives, of which puppets talk/
Through puppet eyes, the puppets gawk
The government lies, the puppets bought/
The puppets comply, when government ought
If puppets don't like, these puppets report/
Yet in public these puppets, not doing **** all
What puppets were taught, was go get the Jab/
And if you end up a corpse, no Vaccine for that
These...

The boys meander finding places to hide,
Coming together at nighttime near the bonfires
That cast shadows on ruined buildings.

No school, no work, distant families
They come together out of loneliness.
They are young enough to feel
The lifeblood of heaven
And sensitive enough to feel
The sting of submerged hells.

They live on the crust of hell
Still able to rejoice in the sky.
They do not look much beyond
Food and shelter and friendships.

These boys, growing into manhood,
Need to find their places of love....

As one who seeks the road less traveled inevitably will come up upon the crossroads of the norm.

I twist and turn in an attempt to pull from the dreaded "rut" till my energy is worn.

At this point I have a choice to either concede and follow the path of the herd.

Or find my purpose that will allow me to crawl from the depth of despair to that of the flight of a bird.

I chose to return to the visions that allow me to escape but for a moment into this fantasy space.

Yet when passion in reality is the lacking element it helps to find a...