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Rugged Fluff


Written across my face.

Clear as if meant common enough.

The flaw.

An assumption made on being tough.

I don’t like having to be rough.

But damn it, I said, “Enough is Enough.”

The look on your face as you sit there looking shy.

Clearly it states you don’t understand why.

Makes my sanity tumble when all you do is mumble.

There’s no point.

Your path will not be my direct gain.

Not at least because I won’t be the same.

I won’t conceive it.

Believe it.

I’m through with your rugged fluff.


Babbling of the Irrational Mind

Critical Justice

Where is justice when you need it?

I’m feeling broken down and defeated.

They took his life faster than he could plead.

Now all I have is an image of him on his knees.

Red blossomed all over his shirt.

Realizing it was cold murder hurts.

Gunned down for looking part.

My family is looking to heal it’s heart.

Any trend to defend themselves, shows an agitated self.

Seeking peace was the decision.

Arguing the story to the court.

Too many are still unsure of which side to support.

Validating their excuse.

“We need more proof.”

What proof do you need to see blatant disgust?

There’s little left we can truly trust.

Made his life end in vain.

Our community is critically insane.

They say there’s Justice.

But I see Just Us losing.

Do we fight where we fall?

Or jump past an ever-growing wall?

Babbling of the Irrational Mind.


Broke As A Joke

This is me.

Broken by the trusting of black-hearted commissions.

The decision has become my economic submission.

I’m a fish on dry land.

The donkey chasing the carrot.

Grasping for a needle in a wet haystack.

My intuition gone.

Replaced by the brace of the handheld drone called my phone.

Leading down alleys and doors.

Made to look even more deplorable.

I scrub at the dirt of my oppressive force.

Hoping it won’t keep me consistently sore.

I’d like to say I’d rather be poor.

But look at my bank account and your eyes will see the red score.

I’m not poor, I’m broke.

Everyone makes me the bunt of their jokes.


Released on Babbling of the Irrational Mind


Babbling of the Irrational Mind

Final Design

Make it the feature of the design.

As I create a new spine.

The shudder happens less and less.

Proving I’ve grown to be blessed.

I fight to ignore the way that I feel.

But that’s part of killing what’s real.

A victorious loser in the midst of battle.

I don’t have time to stand with cattle.

Or beat around the bush.

I wish a pair of hedges would come along.

To help cut away what doesn’t belong.

Together it’s a wasteful sum.

Ineed to finish what has begun.

It feeds the collected fun.

Held in place.

Zippers are made to be traced.

Up and down.

Around to the back.

This way the slack will be flat.

Lifeshouldn’t continuously be stressed.

Pushed to the limit of what’s supposed to be the best.

Scrutinize after the host has seen the rest.

It’s time to walk the final test.

Babbling of the Irrational Mind.

New Life

In my innermost dreams, I wanted and needed you.

Suckling from the beginning.

Rooted, harvested, and birthed from a new union.

The merging of us into a him or her.

I concur, it was a treasured thought.

To own a house and plot our branch’s path.

I continuously laugh with tidings of being humble.

Delivered as if my mission was the decision to no longer neglect.

My ruins were derelict but I confessed and learned fast.

It’s a blessing to achieve.

The needs of another.

Many times causing you to smother your dreams.

Hardly could fit throughout my span.

But it became the plan.

To govern those who could lead us into the next age.

Babbling of the Irrational Mind.

Warm Sky

She laughs as she runs from me.

Screaming, “Daddy! Daddy!”


The Sun brings golden rays to brighten her eyes.

Her smile turns frowns around.

Her laughs reach vibrations deep in the gut.

Strangers wave at her gaze.

They see Sky.

Powerful and embracing.

Warm and inviting.

A happy baby.

A child of love and light.

Protection becomes necessary, as soon as she is in sight.

Sky is everywhere when she is near.

An absence when she’s not.

She’s the youth we look up to.

A treasure placed on the top.

The fruit of my loin.

The apple of my eye.

I’m proud of my daughter.

My daughter loves me.

I cherish the human she has grown to be.


Originally published by Babbling of the Irrational Mind.

Babbling of the Irrational Mind.

When Sarah Smiled

When Sarah smiled, I smiled.

We share together.

Something we held forever.

Our bond.


Wished and merited with awards.

We’ve given ourselves so many times before.



When Sarah laughed, I laughed.

Formed deep in the gut.

Plunging me deeper within.

Turning other’s frowns into a grin.

This power, we honored.

Make flowers bloom from any scene.

Just being radiantly gay.

While growing positively lean.



When Sarah cried, I cried.


Broken inside.

The game we couldn’t choose.

Someone abused a space.

We empathized with their place.

Willing a stronger frame.



When Sarah died, I died.

Utterly deprived.

Leapt off the side of the rail.

She couldn’t contain the suffering of the world.

Lost the most when trying to host of the quake.

Felt it was the move to make.



When Sarah loved, I loved.

Showing others what we felt from Above.

Never really sure of price it would take.

Our love was in spirit.

Trying to commandeer it.

I feel when she’s near and trying to steer the wheel.



That’s how I can stand and fight the fight.

Wanting to ignite the passion within others.

I don’t want to smother another’s dreams.

We can be on the same team.

At least for the moment.

I choose to own it.

Time is short.

I don’t want to abort and miss any further gains.

Sarah showed me a better way to contain.

The feelings that we bare.

Sarah and I will wear.

What Sarah felt was real.

I choose the feel through her will.

Babbling of the Irrational Mind.

Tenets of Love

His love is love for those we love.

It’s touched from powers up above.

To see unconditionally.

To paint the scene.

These tenets are what I drawn into my being.

Babbling of the Irrational Mind.


I auto-sync to the house.

Even when the kids jump about.

Wash the dishes.

Sweep the floor.

Re-dusting all of the décor.

Time is essential.

Kept away from the tap.

I hate when it starts to evaporate.

Like the day was wasted.

Chasing the confiscated.

I wait for the time to relax and unwind.

Before it’s time to call it quits, I empty out the condiments.

Babbling of the Irrational Mind.

Calm During The Fright

I calm my nerves with the little time I have.

Feeling akin to the birds.

When they fly from the trees.

Fleeing from deeds of controlling land beings.

It’s the flight of the fright.

Meant to carry to different safety.

Nothing can compare to the feeling of air rushing in-between your hair.

Babbling of the Irrational Mind.