The Journalman's Impression

To read and write below the thoughts trial I gain the pain alike this bard's lament To love, to steal, poison, murder or lie All is fair when written along the lines Humans do cry for lost and memory Drama prevails tho sometime comedy Morals between the lines of symmetry A dog am I fortunes rich to burn Distant the voice of my master to yearn Shakespeare too much for a dog to learn Sit and stay I wag my tail to and fro As Jules did patience wait for Romeo Now I leave class with worlds ghostly blessing Time to leave stuff in his couch a messing

  Arboretum George-Login I sit atop vibratious feet. The book I read was once a piece. Wet ink that splotches ‘cross my page, Stain its sheet with marks of rage. It bears the fruit of power once stole. That mighty plant thick brush so tall. Yet shys from kin in neighbors view. Blink just once it changes hue. Shed your thought with fervent grace, Become a new one in your place. The bark is bitten and hurts to touch. But only if you peel too much. So scan the hand in glamored pain, If it’s so that it should rain, Come beneath the canopy And read a page, a piece of me.

Zeitgeist George-Login It spun in dancing beams, The air thick with paper. I wrote my Geist onto breathless thought, The moment lingering. Reaching into darkness my finger slipped, Uncertainty wrapped around it. Yet I wish it lasted forever. Elegance is it's name, kindness it's mantra. Venus marbled their skin, I admired art at last. Gaia's natural masterpiece, A magnum opus of humanity. Dexterous passion splashed before me, I painted my own art. Planning my landscape. Choosing it's aura. And she chose her own. Haikus of least importance, somehow lasted through my memories With prints I left upon her canvas, Each Touch A New Color. Pastels were not mine, Burgundy retribution was, a fire that burned for me. If only it would just last, Please, forever? If only it would.