Poetry Visualized

Blue on Black

vid to the song of the same name by Kenny Wayne Shepard using clips from Law Abiding Citizen

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by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Was just sitting here
staring at a blank screen
when I saw how animated
a word could be.

The w crawled up
over the o r
and knocked the d over.

The o went oh! The r went rrrrr!
The W flipped over into a M
and d was so confused that it
stood up backwards and p�d.

Now there was p all over the place
and a soggy monitor just won�t do.
So I turned the o on its side and
inverted the r into an L draining
most of the p into the o.

Then thinking quickly I grabbed
a couple of brackets. Flipped the
M back over to W, stood up the o,
toweled off and re-inverted the L
back to an r, turned p into d
and made it the title of this piece.

Pennies and Bones

Pennies and Bones
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Pennies for scrap and junk yard bones
burnished copper accolades heaped on yellowed moans.
Counting the scratch�s on the marrow another notch on the skull,
an empty rattling refrain of a mind on full null.

Swinging labors hammer and pounding the thumb,
turning blood into copper and bones into crumbs.
Stacks and heaps and heaps and stacks
shouldered to the wheel and carried on broken backs.

There�s a numbness to the pain,
again,
and again.

A method to the madness
of do not complain.

The mortar of centuries applied with this shtick
grounded pennies and bones of the dead and the quick.
They say the streets of Heaven are lined with gold,
all minted in the fires of Hell by men who were bold.

Somewhere on Earth between the extremes
the pleasure and pain is all that it seems.
Life is a battle with all of its groans
the good and the bad� pennies and bones.

Pain Killer

Pain Killer
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

All of that glitter and gold,
blue skies and sunshine,
happiness murdering the pain.

It�s a fucking crime scene,
chalk outlined depression,
a dead faceless testimony.

And yellow police tape
fluttering, brightly, smiling.
"Do Not Cross".

The evidence all covered in slunk,
the witness�s all looked away�
Nothing to see here.

The rich green grass has an alibi,
too busy reaching for the sun
and absorbing the morning dew.

The colorful flowers and budding trees
accomplices after the fact, swaying silent
in a deadly refreshing light scented breeze.

"You have the right to remain lethargic."
Filtered through the sounds of birds and bees.
"Anything you say can be analyzed psychiatric."

The dark thoughts were gathered and arrested,
placed carefully in the back of the mind�
Giggling, laughing� You�ll never get me alive!

All of the usual suspects questioned pleasurably.
"What beautiful weather? Did you see that rainbow?"
Admissions of guilt� every god damned one.

Free to be on their merry way� murderous scum.
You got to learn to smile while biting your tongue,
bleed on the inside and blow sunshine out your ass.

It�s a dangerous world we live in, a real pain killer.
So put on a happy face and mask that feeling,
Who could�ve known� murder is contagious.

The Company of Misery

The Company of Misery
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

I am the shadow you cannot see
an expression of a dark cloud
sunny side up and humor
upside down.

Bad luck personified in seductions
of sweets turned sour by my touch.
Fools gold on a wedding band
promising contested divorce.

I am the fair weather friend
kicking you when you�re down.
I am love broken and twisted
into gloom and despair.

And you�re sorely convinced
bruised and disheveled
that you need me.
LOL

When next you see you�re shadow
you�ll admire and revel in the Sun.
Marvel in the clarity of rainbows,
and forget I was even here.

GERARD BUTLER - I WANT TO KNOW WHAT LOVE IS

CONTEST VIDEO THIS IS A DRAMATIC VIDEO OF THE LIFE THE PHANTOM WANTS FOR HIMSELF BUT HAS BEEN DENIED BECAUSE OF HIS FACIAL DEFORMITY. MUSIC IS BY FOREIGNER

There Is No Death

There is a plan far greater than the plan you know;
There is a landscape broader than the one you see.
There is a haven where storm-tossed souls may go--
You call it death--we, immortality.

You call it death -- this seeming endless sleep;
We call it birth -- the soul at last set free.
'Tis hampered not by time or space -- you weep.
Why weep at death -- 'tis immortality.

Farewell, dear voyageur -- 'twill not be long.
Your work is done -- now may peace rest with thee.
Your kindly thoughts and deeds -- they will live on.
This is not death -- 'tis immortality.

Farewell, dear voyageur -- the river winds and turns;
The cadence of your song wafts near to me,
And now you know the thing that all men learn:
There is no death -- there's immortality.

The Box

The Box
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

I got to thinking
about this
box

It’s all square
and cubical
and stuff

Someone suggested
that we were
all inside

Squished and molded
as if we were all
trying to fit in

A crowd of imagination
limited to walls, floors
and ceilings

And corners
don’t forget
the corners

Perhaps an apology
is in order because
I couldn’t help but think

How could we all be inside
if we were all trying
to fit in

How could we all be
squished and molded
if we were all outside

And if were all thinking
outside the box
what’s inside

It must be something special
because we spend an awful
lot of time… trying to fit in

Tick Tick Tock

Tick, Tick, Tock
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

It’s been a hell of a year
shall we grieve for the moments lost
or celebrate the tick, tick, tock…

The clock
that bangs
relentlessly…

Shifting the sands
of time
via the winds of change…

Is it the dunes of doom
or the beaches of hope?
Drifting mortality…

Tick, tick, tock,
Horizon after horizon
midnight to high noon…

Cold souls
and
high spirits…

Low lives
and
warm hearts…

Expectations ground
and sifted
between ambitious fingers…

Tic, tick, tock,
the rock… hardened life
softened by time…

Granule by granule
mountains of sand
grate upon each other…

The bones of our ancestors,
yesterday’s sand in our craw
embracing us with what’s left of theirs…

Soothing and polishing
an expanse from
there to here…

And we dream of
a shiny, bright new tomorrow,
smooth skinned pebbles…

Rolling against the tide
and with the swell of humanity,
you can hear the roar…

Tick, tick, tock,
the clock… the rock…
the tick, tick, tock.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Easy to forget and hard to keep
that innocence of yesterday.
The winds of change flutter
the memories and assail the years
in gales of love and loss.

As a snowflake melts warmly
a child’s smile fades into adulthood.
Mothers cookies transform
into Grandma’s treats
and Pa…pa wants to play.

Christmas trees and birthday balloons
sweet sixteen and acned buffoons
colleges and crazy saloons
working hard to favorite tunes
blazing suns and many moons.

Under the whether and over the line,
claiming innocence at the scene of the crime.
But it was lost… some time ago…
In making up what we don’t know,
but there is… Christmas.

Pine trees and red bows, angels wings and Rudolph’s nose,
the scent of Grandma’s cookies and Pa..pa’s clothes,
stories of mangers and twinkling toes,
cousins and uncles and sisters and bro’s.
It’s Christmas!

At the end of a year lost, something is found,
we wrap up our love and pass it around.
With hugs and with kisses we take time to pause,
reclaim our innocence, and believe… in Santa Claus.
It’s Christmas! It’s Christmas… Merry Christmas!