Empty shelves in the aisles overflowing
Reminding me
Anxieties past planted once again growing
Uneasy words skate away
Reminding me
All thoughts eventually stray
poetry
a new poem: “Co” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryThe collective language of co-operation collects a colorful collection of linguistic collaborations covering the co-dependent and the co-independent conditions.
a new poem: “A Murder Of”
poetryA murder of crows had a score to settle
The choice had to made
They heard what you had said
They heard your tone
And vowed we are not alone
Children of the Night, Children of the Sun
Our vengeance be done
Three-cuts-thirty
Violence plays dirty
a new poem: “Self-Doubt, Self-Growth” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryTransgression is the obsession
The artist would say
that brings the words into play.
Yet they…
…knocked…
…kneaded…
…self-betrayed…
Question the sessions
Asking is there a different way
to discover the words to convey.
a new poem: “Changes flow” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryWhere water flows,
changes will show.
Wail till tears flow,
changes will show.
Laugh till tears flow,
changes will show.
Time passes too slow,
last till changes show.
a new poem: “Self Observation” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryI observed you in the corner of my eye
thinking my attention had slipped you by.
You writing those thank you letters
so conceited, so renowned
to answered prayers profound.
Reminding you in simple sounds.
That all your efforts will turn to dust.
That you never had anyone’s trust.
That you are unequivocally a creature of disgust.
a new poem: “Tears” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryTears in the night
Fight or flight
Hold her close
Hold her tight
Soon a new day
Soon a new sight
a new poem: “Before Success Visits” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryBefore Success comes to stay
His three brothers clear the way.
Failure arrives first, claiming he only needs the smallest bed,
But will take two and then three instead.
Confusion arrives next with too much luggage for his claim of an overnight stay.
Excuse after excuse he generates, staying for days and days.
Disappointment arrives last with nothing to his name.
Seeing everything you have he will complain and complain.
They will bicker and argue with no delay,
Destroying your house and disrupting your ways.
But in the end they, as much as you, will grow tired
Claiming each other has an unbearable situation made.
They will leave not with a thank you said.
A broken home is their parting gift instead.
But it is a gift, their visit as much as their departure.
In home repairs you will be employed
Even the areas you would normally avoid.
So when Success finally does visits, he enters with words so kind
Thanking you for making your home such a comfortable find.
He continues saying If I may
Could I stay a few extra days?
a new poem: “Answer me this” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryWhat role do I play in your life,
Husband or wife?
Am I determined by sex,
Or my effect?
Though I should not care,
I wonder if you would dare
to tell me
to reassure me
Why you love me.
Don’t answer too quick.
Please take your time to think.
In the meantime, I will continue my confusing ways
Awaiting what you will say.
a new poem: “A Personal Dilemma” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryFearful of no voice, I shout.
Transgression is the obsession,
bringing the words into play.
I should focus on the positive,
ignoring those things born from doubt.
But then what would I say?
My depths are unknown to me.
Without all of those causatives,
I am quiet. I am without.
A coward.
Thomas Typewriter 
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