Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Dreams, Everything and Beer IV. More Dead Poems

                        Dreams


An efficacious zephyr hovers my thoughts into the
spheres of inner space.
Madness is music, dreams, and whispered beauty.
Unfiltered emotions riding in wisdoms wave.
Separate thoughts fused forever into time. Infinite
imagination spawns creative desires. Passion to
immortalize, desire to live. To embed ones soul into
the heart of time itself.
                            

                               Everything
Everything is cold water in the desert and cold beer
on the beach. Everything is the ability to understand
human nature as well as comprehend all positive
insight from others. If I had everything right now, I’d
be living in a house that was all paid for. My entertainment
room would have a bowling ally, pool table, Ping-Pong
table, an air hockey table and quarters table. Quite simply
my entertainment room would have everything. I’d have
a swimming pool with a hot tub adjacent to it. My bank
account would enable me to travel hundreds, even
thousands of miles on any given weekend. I’d have
the power to make everyone safe.
I’d live off my dreams. Hmm… My books would
always be incisive, griping, entertaining, and lucrative.
My screenplays would be the same. I'd be married to
an intelligent and beautiful hard bodied shapely woman
who’d entice foreplay for hours. You know, everything.
 

                           Beer IV


Full of cheer and ice cold beer, now you’re pissed at
me dear. The guys just happened to stop by, even
though the Raiders had a bye. Couldn’t be rude,
after all I was in a sippn’ mood. Sipping pints,
downing shots. Am I hot? Certainly not.
Many say I’m crass, perhaps call me trash, when
after all, I’m just really smashed.
                                                                                              Mark (Izzy) Schurr