In the Cool Grey of Twilight

Slowly the warmth
Died away
Along with the setting sun

A cool breeze came
In the gray
And everything was done

Patterns on My Windows

Patterns of ice
Like feathers on glass
Left by angles of cold

Soon melt away
From the warmth of the day
With only memories to hold

Today

Sore and depressed
About too many things
Going through my head

Tired, so tired
About too many things
I wish I was back in bed

But not for me
That’s not to be
I have way too many things to do

There’s work to do
I know that’s true
I just hope I can see it all through

Foot In Mouth

Thoughts and reason
Come out awry
I can’t seem to think straight
But I don’t know why

With feet in mouth
And hands in the air
The things I say
Make people just stare

I feel like I
Should go run and hide
But I can’t, you know
I know, I’ve tried

So what should I
Go and do
I just don’t know
How about you?

The Mystry of The Dancing Gerbils of Lluxeor

Prancing gerbils dance along
A mottled wall of color
Beige and blue and pink and green
Like singing bats of Shallour

All of them just move along
These singing bats and well fed cats
But no one’s there to dance along
What happened to the gerbils?

Office Oasis

A little space
With lots of style
A happy place
To make you smile

Hidden away
For you to fine
Gone from the fray
To rest your mind

Tiles

Tiles on the walls
Tiles on the floor
Tiles for the ceiling
And countless tiles more

All so straight and uniform
The way we're supposed to live
There is no room for errors
There is no room for give

Everything is planned
Just as it should be
Leaving little room
For someone such as me

Prime Numbers

Numbers
Totally
Indivisable
By any other number

The Cube

Gray fabric walls surround
And a gray carpet floor on the ground
Gray desk in front of me
With gray drawers beside me
Only the white of my whiteboard
And the black of my chair
Seem to hint of any color.

Of Flowers and Lovers

Flowers float past
No first and no last
Swirling around my head

Pink, blue and green
A ubiquitous scene
I stand, just watching it spread

And soon flowers cover
The land like a lover
Of beauty, passion and peace

Then all fades away
With the light of the day
Bringing its final release

The Threads of Time

To my dearest friends,

I am writing this to you as the rains sweat away in the daylight sun, leaving the purple suns to swim to and fro amidst the murky mefabar. It appears that the lavender dancers on the moon, with all their strutting and swaying have spun new webs of intrigue, catching flies like little puppies near the kennels. To this end we have gathered together a hoopla of zebras to assault them with their fanciful braying and prancing. I do not wonder to what end this will all bring to the flies as their desires are needful to the beavers who beat their tails in time to the old clock up the road. We can only hope that the mefabar can withstand the assault and that the threads of time will once again be rejoined in a happy and harmonious way.

Sincerely,
Professor Xamberphlam

Accept Insanity

Sanity is over rated. You just need accept the chaos within, as it is a reflection of the chaos that surrounds us. Accept the chaos. Accept insanity.

-- In response to a co-working saying he thought he was going insane when looking into a very complicated procedure....

Dreams

Dreams
Realities of the mind
Soon melt away
Like ice under the noon day sun

(Naana - An Indian Telugu style poem.)