Time traveller

Is it beyond a mortal mans design,
to measure an hour, to define time?

Does a single epiphany second await,
an intrepid explorer to times golden gate?

Or are all ages of man filled in one second?

Parallel times as with space we now reckon.

A time of times, plus half a time,
running behind, walk the line.

The eye itinerants watchful stare,
futures synaptic glimpse, laid instantly bare.

Visiting from a future time past.
looking at self with eyes half cast.

A seconds vagabond watching visitant,

wide eyes now staring quietly reticent.

The present, past & future are now one,
what to say to try add to the sum?

QJD 2013

Meth scab

your groveling up meth less than a dime.
as you throw your head back , to snap your own spine.

your eyes are crazy wild now all of the time,
you think you are normal you believe that your fine.

you've stopped even trying to walk the fine line,
really believing your cleverly continually running rhyme.

life is passing you, in a silent mime,
as meth rots flesh as chemicals dine.

its all about you , its all about mine.
owlishly watching as others pass wine.

you feeling your great , feeling sublime,
as teeth fall out  and your hair is a husk, is a sign.

soon the filthy pavement  your self inflicted racked body will sadly align.
as your flesh rots away within this lifes industrial brine.


QJD 2013

paradise lost , restored.

Whilst fire consumes a good mans life,
cancer racks another mans wife.

Destruction is the way of men,
as life cycles repeat again and again.

The lessons the living all must learn,
right from wrong we try discern.

Naïve is doth as knowledge take,
cursed all men to an outcast fate.

Proving worth for righteous measure,
honourable vessels, a creator's treasure.

QJD 2013

An ode to the smug poet.

I meter , I rhyme , I profoundly articulate.
About love , life I magnificently pontificate.

spectacularly projecting thought thread as I ruminate,
my verse is so pure , my insight vastly suffocates.

you wonder my poetic gift as this verse I fabricate.
many poets my brilliance will strive to emulate.

Pure human endeavor, as the glutton I emancipate.
the felon , the crook,  the sly I deftly berate.

i beat my chest whilst i sonnet intelligently.
all the while my ego murders my own fragile humility.

QJD - 2013

Juggernaut

Awaken the mind , open all thought,
tomorrow a breath away experience well wrought.
If today the lesson was soundly taught.
Tomorrows journey is finely fraught.
Less deer in headlights will we be caught,
Our hard wrung endeavors will not come to naught.

as we Hurley burly travel this life's Juggernaut.

QJD - 2013

conversation with a predator

Said the sad spider to the fly,
"come to my house , i will help you to die"

Said the kind fly to the sad spider,
"many have been invited , seems many have died here."

Said the sad spider to the fly,
"i will show mercy, please close your eye."

said the kind fly to the murdering spider,
"if its all the same you psycho , i will open them all, much ,much wider."

QJD 2013

Blame

A lick of fire , a stab of flame.
We walk  towards the embers of blame.

We seek the solace of the fiery sun.
As life's deeds unravel come undone.

A stitch of mercy , a hint of soft velvet blue.
As we marinade together in this life's  stew.

interpreting life's poignant tiny signs,
the language of clouds , the song of rhymes.

QJD - 2013

MPC rack

Molecular Point Cloud dust machine.
Heart, lungs, muscle, brain & spleen.

Frequency humming as we all resonate.
Footing not sure whilst we all ruminate.

Our palms spread open upon the earth.
Our form prostrate, foreheads sod dearth.

Water realm cold , floating cabin corpse.
lighting distorted our blue vision warped.

Full throated scream , eyes struck dumb.
whilst we stare in horror at frequencies relentless hum.

Our mouth wide open , tongue a straining stub.
As we wild eye communicate in this thick water sub.

Dust infused point cloud life.
Moving time decisions add to our strife.

End of the day will we look back?
As a stretched out husk upon MPC life's rack.

QJD - 2013

Derelict life

What stories to tell "oh" derelict abode.
Of love of laughter and life's long road.

your vacant rooms, your roofless walls.
Of lives lived , the rise and falls.

The skeletal remains , the hint of a once living being.
It is all now dust , that is all i am seeing.

A molecular point cloud without its flesh.
The once living entity that kept you always fresh.

Bones and a mortar skeleton is all that remain.
No mortal entity for you to share pain.

Dust you are and to dust you are going.
Memories of life lived in the wind is now blowing.

QJD - 2013

Awakened war beast.

Warmongering beasts awaken, the storm clouds gather.

This vile creatures Eire rises as innocence now scatters.

The merchant machines now shed a slow sardonic tear.

For the woman & children crushed as its money tanks shift into gear.

Destroying & ripping asunder all our aligned fates

The dogs of war gather & are now baying at your city gates.

The beast marauds, rapes & rips once lush virgin ground.

Skeletal trees, rotting corpses & deep turned sod is now found.

It is now honorable mans deep heartfelt quest.

To tame this beast and to put this war animal to rest.

To seek true mercy from deep, deep within.

We are all simply one organism beneath one skin.

Our arms going to war with our right eye.

Will surely cause the blind host to whither & die.

Are we continually rising to our perpetual imperfection?

Our humanity simply hinges on this simple reaction.

The dogs of war, storm clouds start to gather.

Innocents retreat as the animal gets grocely fatter.

Gnashing of teeth and smashing of shields.

warmongers measure corpses as collateral yields.

Seething, hissing pure hatred clouds our pure vision.

As bombs & guns NOW attempt a vicious flesh extract surgeon incision.

We simply must put away all our anger & seething hate.

As we unitedly seek peace with deep loves counter weight.

TarQUIN - 2013