Casca Cascade

If
you’re
still alive
and still sane
and the food is good
then, yes, I will attend
your dinner party
tomorrow
night.

–Casca to Cassius in Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar

Thoughts When Viewing the Ocean

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Not my cup of tea

When
you……
can….
finish
the
common phrase “Fits of”
t e….With either the glad word.…..
W….G..Laughter or the cold word……..
e……..Coughing, then Perhaps……
ll..….what you need is some…….
S….one to tell you to…………
oo n Go, get to bed………...
Right now
And a spot of hot tea

The One Who is in You is Greater

Blinded by brilliance

Deafened by decibels dangerous

Muted by moment’s menace
*

Strobe light of the mind

up

     Chops        thoughts

|B/a\r/e\l/y\r/e\c/o\g/n\i/z\a/b\l/e\n/o\w|

Reprepreprepreprepreprepreprepetition

Of truth

My only sanity

Trickling Thoughts Spilled Forth from Sorrow

Lies, all the little white lies
You told
They fell like snow
More

Mime Rhyme

Study Hall

Study Hall
By “Wordcoaster”
One Scrooge-like grandmother
Twenty grumbling kids
Feeling trapped, in a cage, by a tiger
Sharp claws, sharper fangs
Rage, enmity, even loathing thoughts
Fill the room
And though they are silent,
Their souls cry out
For freedom
So they whisper;
An act of defiance
The whispers grow
As does their courage
Till the tiger pounces again,
Striking down another victim
And hope fades  once  more
An hour later the cage is opened
And the kids, never looking back, flee

Olfactory embrace

Sweet
drops
entice
as they fall
from flourishing stem
I stop and smell your aroma
intoxication
as I fall
under
your
spell

For http://www.apicturespeakschallenge.com/

http://meriak.blogspot.com/2011/09/share-joy-thursday-old-and-new.html

Shrug of the Shoulders

A failure to act
Passive resistance is my crime
I toe the line, I toe the line
More

In plain sight

hidden I hidden

hidden hidden love hidden

hidden you hidden

For http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com/
http://www.apicturespeakschallenge.com/

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