Stuck in a stall...

The days grow weary

Or the saying goes

I have a search query

For deep inner flows

Where have you gone

In desperate straits

I am less fond

Questioning the fates

Is this to be

The way of life

It seems to flee

An incomprehensible strife

Encompassing the darkness

In flail and in flight

A candle spark-less

Going out of sight

The water is dry

I am grounded

In disbelief I deny

That I am grounded

But nevertheless alas

The day becomes night

Knowing to the last

Truth delivers fright

No flows to be seen

Designed in flaw

Loss of my esteem

Stuck in a stall...

Of These Coming Storms

Now the tides
Begin to rise
All around
Signaling the demise

What comes
Must go by
Despicable and sorrow
To the wayside

The status quo
Cannot go
Anymore at length
It is the foe

Disaster speaks
At whisper's length
Fail the Almighty
Lose more than a tenth

The thunderous cloud
Calls forth a rapture
A cleansing of sorts
Of false and ill-reputed stature

Down shall fall
An institution's merit
No glory nor honor
But dissonance inherit

Thy fate is at hand
The people speak
Protests and chants
Of the future bleak

God raises his voice
Louder and clearer
The tide crashes in
Washing the error

Are you in the steady
A foundation of rock
Or is it in quicksand
Fleeing the flock

Change your ways
The signal alarms
You have been warned
Of these coming storms

A letter this time
Will not suffice
Rectify these claims
Own up to the vice.

The Flu Trap

It starts with a small cough
Innocuously innocent
A small pitiful itch
Nothing but a small dent

The nose begins to drip
Meaninglessly inattentive
A drip and a drop
Spattering without a motive

A quick sneeze
Faint formulation
Tainting just a little
Minor disposition

Bam!!!!

All hell breaks loose
A cold snap
Aches and pains
The flu trap!

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Winter is a nearing
Fall is here
The season of flu
Comes to appear.

Oh Stagnant Sun!

Blazing in the east
It rises to feast

The heat it brings
The sweat clings

A forceful beat
Sticks to your seat

Dry as a bone
Heavy as stone

Water, thirst
Ready to burst

Rays of daggers
Makes me stagger

No leniency
Nor clemency

A merciless tone
It doth condone

The grandeur
No flash of demure

Outright insanity
Proclaims its vanity

It is so hot
Kills my thought

You are not fun
Oh stagnant sun!
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It supposed to be the beginning of the fall season. Though I know I live in California, I thought it would begin to get a bit milder. I guess the sun has other plans.

The Season of Fall

Brr
The cold speaks
It catches my attention
As my toes creep out
From under the covers
It shudders and shocks
I want to get back in bed

Brr
The wind blows
Briskly and with force
Slapping my face
Answering with a howl
The window shakes
Rattling a roll

Brr
The clouds blanket
It is still dark outside
The sun is held hostage
No rising light to see
Feelings of night
Wanting to sleep

Brr
The leaves scatter
Falling lazily
Littering the ground
Crackle and pop
As I step over them
To bits and pieces

Brr
The rain drips
Drops a bucket
Splish and splash
Thunderous lightning
Causes the awe
The powerful jolt

Brr
The cold bites
The wind chills
The clouds darken
The leaves wave
The rain showers
This is the season of Fall