Speculative thoughts and pointless questions?

What is a Word
floating in a void,
or a sentence
devoid of meaning,
but suspended gibberish,
which for eternity
is changing?

Is it like seeing
without sight,

or watching

without peeking,
or is it the paucity
of cool light,
lurking in the shadows
of a brave awakening?

Blended themes 

and minced fears,

can make such things

seem much more clear.

But who is keeping

an eye on these dreams

that boldly appear

through a crackling stream?

Recipe of Binaries

The maladies 

of nostalgia - 

sweet strawberries 

and red cherry pies.

Before words

and after prayers,

broken rhymes about

how no one cares.

Will the metal melt

as the machines break,

what humans felt

was just give and take?

Watered melancholia 

poured over social media,

baked epiphanies stirred

with tyrannical pop-trivia?

Hand-carved Shells and Fashion Bombs

The plight 

of the sleeping Djin

was abandoned 

by wonder.

The polished

floor glittered sweet

with scarlet drops

of liquid rose.

If the skies 

had opened 

just a little bit wider 

the ships 

would have fallen

from side to side.

But in the down time

of this open kitsch

one could hear 

ancient feet
clap across the bridge.

Morning song

Around the bend

a songbird sings

and the pigeons

grumble low...

while a hollow stick

with a lighted wick

smokes early

in the 

morning glow.

A silent man

begins to speak

his yellow hands 

tremble...

Beggars assemble

and start to sweep...

(a black hole 

had leaked

and left a streak)

while a burning star

just grumbled.

A grunting sound

begins to peak

and a few doorbells

seemed to freak...

The little babies

who were dreaming deep

began to cry and shriek.

Vapor

from the teacup

rose inside the cusp

around a little blizzard

that shouted at the wizard....

Pleased with

it's self

the colored

sparrow fled

into the blue skies

splattered with

new clouds...
And all was well,
so simple and proud.

The Cobbler from Tehran

Those two
were too
fair to
play at
the fair,
but the pair
knew this
was all new
as they made light
of the light bulbs
that bore through
their boredom
when they
were there
as their kingdom
was cobbled
by the cobbler
from Tehran.