Michael's Lair

Caught In the Turnstile Door

booguloo — Tue, 11 Jun 2013 18:15:40 +0000

Whether awake or asleep I must dream
It has to be clear or hear death’s inward screams
The caption on my mirrors show’s through the dream
Counting down seconds for my new songs for dawn
It’s all in the cards, death by anxiety or death by a prawn

Closer to your end everyday and speeds
Relishing and embellishing your deeds
Conflicts circle the drain on my knees
So much for sleeping I look to cede

Awake or walking with confidence shown
Then tripped up by my shoe laces blown
Is it possible that my audience has already booked
Turn down the house lights there’s magic afoot
While dragging you outside with the actors hook

Don’t let this turnstile grab me away from your hook
Somebody thought in the gathering I paid enough
The flames gaining strength curled out the open windows
Out the main door a crack house whores doing John Doe
Then ran making new appointments for score’s and more

Lieutenant Dan read my work saying I had my no leg to stand
I just had to help him get through the turnstile door
When a single prawn came crawling out of his pant leg

www.dreamstime.com

Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Caught In the Turnstile Door, Dreamimg, Lieutenant Dan

Bobby Sherman

booguloo — Sat, 08 Jun 2013 09:06:00 +0000

The beginning of the end was 4-7-9-7
Picking emotions up, opposing momentums
Tears slipping falling, out of the heavens
Terra forming for my graying asylum

One number away chiseled 4-7-9-8
Social insecurities with burning reins
Wild Fire galloping towards Black Lake
His head in the smog out of hope, tears and pain

Storm raging seniors then and now Alumni
It was her falsetto screaming along the red line
Ducking out the back, it was the seventies and we tried
Finding Bobby Sherman’s limo…With his fans collective sigh

Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Bobby Sherman, Early Sevenities, Opposing Momentums

Time Better Spent

booguloo — Tue, 04 Jun 2013 18:18:00 +0000

Why did you come back today
Hoping to find another way
But I have no answers for you
For finding your own doorway through

Stopping now you start to sink
You’ve seen enough of me think
Keep going and don’t look back
Failures always find your lacks

Future fables will destroy dreams
Nothing ahead is what it seems
Calling my name out in the crowds
Hoping to get above the clouds

Comfort you used to rely on
With crusted snot on was a con
The one piece Teddy she wears now
Gives more comfort if allowed

http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/

Prompt 6

Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Future Fables, Teddy vs Teddy, Time Better Spent

Time Wrapped

booguloo — Sun, 02 Jun 2013 18:55:00 +0000

Time has wrapped itself around all the clocks
Conflicted sit there and stare pulling at their socks
The hurdy gurdy man gazing with tranquility
He’s the man without credibility

Hoping what you found doesn’t kill or lead to a broil
Your tic toc has been strung out for another spoil
Giving you less time to trim your ships sail
For the storms up a head promises hale

It’s your crew on the main deck that have drowned
Assured once again your going to go down
The green seas are boiling over your deck
Someone left their nails stuck in your sinking wreck

http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2013/06/poetry-pantry-152.html

For Poetry Pantry

Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Addiction, Hurdy Gurdy, Time Wrapped

Stolen Childhoods

booguloo — Thu, 30 May 2013 06:17:29 +0000

Reblogged from INTO THE BARDO, A BLOGAZINE:

If Steve McCurry's name doesn't ring a bell, think of the iconic photograph "Afghan Girl" that appeared in National Geographic. He is a world-renowned photographer with a compassionate lense. In this series from his blog (be sure to link through to see it all and to follow him, worthwhile), he shares photographs of working children from around the world. Perhaps when we are tempted to complain about our lives and our fate, we just shouldn't.

The Two-Minute Bible School

booguloo — Tue, 28 May 2013 21:34:11 +0000

Reblogged from Broken Believers ♥:

Found this recently and felt it might bless you. It is almost a Bible survey course, and as about as brief as you can go without losing any kind of comprehension at all. I so hope you like this, if just for the novelty of it. I wish I could attribute it to someone. I have no idea.

Prompt 5

booguloo — Sun, 26 May 2013 16:49:00 +0000

Naked somatic sylph underground depart light passing tether entice seamless

She was naked and sylph when she entered the room.

My inner self was calm but somatically my physical intentions were apparent.

Before I could get her attention she was pushed into the underground elevator.

And departed. I managed to get the next elevator after watching where her elevator stopped.

I counted each light that passed and realized that it didn’t stop on the floor I pushed.

I Thank Velvet who enticed me to use G.P.S. and was fortunate it was under her skin. An invisible tether.

That gave me seamless coverage of where I could find her.

Michael Yost

I misunderstood so forgive my first entry.

Prompt 5 Wordle Challenge

http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2013/05/26/prompt-5-wordle-challenge/

Filed under: Free Verse Tagged: Prompt 5

Imagination

booguloo — Fri, 24 May 2013 20:12:00 +0000

She tied my hands and feet with streams of left over satin
My imagination wants to resume our earlier passion
Looming large up ahead was her four poster bedroom
Then came the thoughts of my own sinking doom

How many people step aside or dive into their dreams
The old and passed prime also wants to play it seems
It was real as I knelt in front of your mirrored soul
Wanting to fill where my heart was that left a hole

The moon’s rising over the roads up ahead of me
No dreams for the near future that the dark clouds foresee
Expecting whatever bits and bytes that she might send
Left me running and reeling to the ones you let attend

Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Imagination, S and M, Sinking Doom, Step Aside or Dive

My Earth Angel

booguloo — Wed, 22 May 2013 06:59:00 +0000

My earth angel
Lost to the stars
Walking watching
Being pulled
From above
Leaving earth to
Serving on high
And above telling a lie

Our time is gone
I’m letting go
To find another
Who understands
Earth Angel
My requited love

Angel Statues pinterest.com -

http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2013/05/19/prompt-4-music/

A Song from my birthday decade

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=vBnsNTBqzWQ

Filed under: Lyrics Tagged: http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2013/05/19/prompt-4-music/, My Earth Angel, My Requited Love

Dangling For Fish

booguloo — Fri, 17 May 2013 21:57:00 +0000

Feet dangling at the end of the pier
Our poles had a few bites
Nothing to get excited about
Then Perry brought in an empty Miller Lite

Sunshine almost gone behind the lake
When we both hooked on good sized beasts
Both struggling not to lose our meal
We managed to fight and land our feast

Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Dangling For Fish, Miller Lites, Our Meal