Low funding,
yet High in mind
Trace the footsteps in the snow
A subject of the object
Just without comprehension.
Yet that trail we trace,
Ends somewhere under a rainbow,
or perhaps a dark and damp road
"At what cost, is not the cost of what.
However, it must be nothing"
Priceless,
There is no idea finer
Except for the sign in the window,
It was never on
But how ‘bout those odds
They bet to show.
the sign never went on
Another dark Friday, early in the morning
So let’s buy what could otherwise be stolen
“Is that why they’re all angry?”
“No, it’s the sanity that keeps them mad,
It’s the only reason they wait in line”
"So madness keeps us sane?
There is no sense in that."
"Yes, but there is no cents when it comes to sense."
Ahh, Priceless
But why the lack of self- worth?
Well it's all worth while, don't ya think?
Something must be worth something, even if it's nothing
then what is priceless,
it's nothing
nothing but an idea
The concept for those in spirits,
Who attempt to drown it all out.
Drown out the noise of that treacherous question?
“Excuse me! Is this on sale?”
TQS
stumpedwise.
Tag: Poetry
Measure
the fiend fiends,
an expected pleasure
tempted for joy
in excessive measure
TQS
stumpedwise.
I
I’ve floated here for far too long
gazing upon many other pools
but here I remain
Hands like raisins
that make me believe I have better grip.
Until a sweeping view inside of my head
reminds me again
It’s just figment after figment.
Anything but.
Not just going to bed,
But falling to sleep.
With the others who talk fast
and think slow.
And soon enough
Lungs like fishbowls.
~Lex Ihnk~
stumpedwise.
Company
The company of strangers
where we do what’s unaccepted to do.
when were left uncomfortable and wondering
who was once who?
as there is no feeling more comfortable
than that company of strangers
as the time passes on
this life becomes a little stranger.
but what was understood?
because we’ll never understand
unacceptable, unwanted, or unhinged at the hand
no matter how great the pain
there is no company,
like the company of the strange
TQS
stumpedwise.
Theory Dreams
the theory of a daydream,
I hold dear with my cigarettes,
the theory that held me down.
like the forgotten king said,
as I watch a cloud of smoke rise into nothing,
I realized what it’s all worth,
it’s all worth just about nothing.
here and gone or perhaps
there and back again,
what does it matter?
Just take the moment and begin to pretend
that we can buy our virtue at the door
but never forget,
the piper won’t refund the price
and the time,
oh it will forever be changing
while we can’t get our change from time.
there is always tomorrow I heard someone once say
until one day the theory never fades,
though another day it might
forever doesn’t exist
so hold those cigarettes tight
TQS
stumpedwise.
Paid in Change
and in the next life,
you will find the ones who
can still recognize you
through the mask of a new face
you will recognize them too.
You want to answer the question?
What’s soul?
The karmic debt we pay,
is only a fraction of the price
and lately I’ve been paying in change
GP
stumpedwise.
strange.
so very strange
no one knows why
the world spins, the rain falls
no one knows why
but the time moves on
no contrition for the gone lost
nor the ones without their heads
it just keeps moving on
ever thought about yesterday
where it went, who could say?
yesterday was ten years ago
or at least we can try and believe so
what about tomorrow and the day before that
travel there but always forget how to get back
so very strange
TQS
stumpedwise.
