Schlechter Lehrer

Schlechter Lehrer

10/7

It's strange to sit in this classroom

And watch student's spirits shrivel.

Staring ahead with dead eyes

We all sit absorbing information

That will be of little use to us

And we know it.

To affect matters the worse

The presentation is soul-crushing.

Stillborn, dead and dry

Before it could come alive.

He stands like a garden sprinkler

Spraying words out in an arc

that occasionally find's a mark,

but seldom. 

While a sprinkler indeed bestows life giving water,

If left running too long it will drown the grass.

The Emperor is naked

And we all know it.

Yet we sit here still,

slowly dying....

Regret

Regret

10/7

What use are you, creeping sorrow?

What purpose do you serve,

Leading me to the stone-written past

To wish for an editor's penstroke?

Useless though you be

Nevertheless, a wreck you do make of me

Defying logic's attempt to hold mastery

And though I thrash and struggle

I cannot get the best of thee.

I believe it true; an alternative universe exists

Or perhaps many, or merely several,

Wherein all life's potential outcomes

Play out as the strands of an unravelling tapestry.

In life, we hang from but one of these,

And cursed regret be our desire to hang from another,

Hating the events that there denied us.

What if Atlas Had Help?

What If Atlas Had Help?

Always contacting, seldom contacted.

Always asking, rarely been asked.

Always wishing, lately not realizing.

Always wanting, no longer wanted.

How do I appear before you all,

As merely an amusing specimen?

Am I lacking in your favored token?

Perhaps in name only, friend,

but something altogether different

in our conduct.

I know not why my treatment is so,

Or what it is that I work to show,

Or indeed what it is in me

That could so unworthy be.

I know only that my effort seems

To little satisfy my dreams.

Would so dreary poor Atlas be,

If he could but look around and see

Some comrade, some fellow soul, such as thee?

But were it thee he relied upon for sympathy

Our poor Titan’s lot would only harder be

Wrecked by his hope slowly perished.

A man little needed or cared for by his friends

Is like a discarded childhood toy,

Cast aside, not for its abilities, but for lacking a connection.

All That Remains

All That Remains

Nothing is built but is broken in the end.

Nothing stands upon two legs that doesn't return to the ground.

Crawl, crawl, crawl, quiver and sprawl. 

Life after The Wall.

Life after the inevitable fall,

that nothing should 'ere be so tall.

Roads

Roads

Most roads come to an end.

If they don't, time disintegrates them

beneath you.

The only way to keep going

Is to lay new roads as you walk them..

The Turtle Killer

The Turtle Killer

A distant shore's green light ahead

He is filigree over lead

A library of books, never read

Pieces of a life, never led

Nothing but a pool turning slowly red.

Little but a lie, with a neat little hole in his head.

Old Money, New Money, no matter.

Myrtle's still just as dead.

Questions

What is faith
In the face of insanity?

What is faith, when questions
Have no answers?

It's all part of the Master Plan
So I've been told all my life.
But whose Mercy is it
That visits such suffering
On such a beautiful person?

Who is it that visits death
On one so young?

Who creates, only to destroy?

A flower, 
Wilting before blossoming?

Why such incredible pain?

How is it
That we have free will
When he that wrote the story knows the end?

Why, when you have the whole plot,
Do you allow injustice?

Why must you take her away,
When she has so much
To give here?

Can it really simply be better than an alternative?

But where is the free choice in that?

What is this Master Plan,
That leaves not enough food
To care for sickness, due to its cost?

Or crushing lightning in the brain
For over two years
With no reason or end?
No doctors actually serving human beings
As they were meant to?
Who value money over life..

What is this that leaves five years to live a whole life in?
Or less, with such torment at it's end?

In short
What is Faith
Where is Choice
Where is this Plan
Where are the Answers?