We Twist We Climb

Into the darkest clusters of time
One and a two, we twist we climb
In our attendance, we see it in part.
That doesn’t mean we are all smart
For a portion of an instant, may we spare?
As the whole is combined, we will share
Absorbed on something rather sublime
Two and a three, we twist we climb
If for a moment, we reach for the heart
Will we know it? Is it an art?
For a portion of an instant, may we share?
Melodic scheme, incredible dare.
Three and a four, we twist we climb
Subtraction of a signal message, time looms apart
It fades and falters then just air.

Silent Inclination - Overwhelming Trepidation

A solitary tear poised bravely on my façade
What has made this experience so odd?
Walking slowing toward the bend
Into discontentment I do descend
Up and over a silent inclination
With overwhelming trepidation
Can it all be so bleak?
Is humanity really so weak?
If we spend the time
We might halt this dreadful crime
The environment needs us in this instant
We will fix it if we are not complacent
Mother Nature has take care of us
Now its time for us to fuss
Take the time to care of her
We can save her that is for sure
Let us all clean up this mess
For our future we must bless
We must do it for our children’s children
It is for them we shall not ruin
It must be saved, we must preserve
I just know we can conserve
Let us look to another day
Where will the children play?

Richard Carter

Ode To Lance

One more year has gone by without you

Two groups of five slashes plus two times two

Marked notches on the wall

Equal the years without your call

You visit me in dreams

So alive it seems

But when I awake

It all seems so fake

As memories fade into the night

I watch as you pass through the light

It is the visions of you by my side

The reasons I have cried

Since you passed on

Like something gone terribly wrong

A good friend who has gone missing

Has left me wishing

For times since gone

I am left to be strong

One more year has gone by without you

Oh Now Come On

I accelerate diagonally across the thoroughfare,

Insignificant obstacles looming everywhere.

While hopes and dreams I did stow,

Faltering forward my romanticism faux.

Vehicles approach with manufactured hullabaloo,

Dotted yellow lines guide me to you.

I go forward with caution but stop in my tracks,

For I have relapsed but gone beyond the facts.

Where are we going through dark paved streets?

Somewhere at the crossroads where everything meets.

Why are we all so resolute?

When in the scheme of things it is so minute.

Approaching a junction, I accelerate,

Signs forcefully directing me exasperate.

One more thing before I turn the corner,

There are times and places we are all a foreigner.

So when you meet someone new,

Just remember it could be you wearing the other shoe.

Richard Carter

There Will Be...

There will be a day after tomorrow
If we release desolation and dismay
We can only gain a new beginning
Just try to keep it all from decay
Why can’t you see it for tomorrow?
Right there waiting around the bend
Why can’t we spend today together?
We could find a place there that we can mend
It is never to late for giving, never to late to forgive.
For it is with care in support of each other
That we can ascend all the way to the end
Let us do it now while we are moving
We could do it right this time I know
There will be a day after tomorrow
Why can’t you see it right around the bend?
I'm sure you feel what it has in store?
We can leave behind all this sorrow
All of us will clear the ground and soar
We won’t be in this darkness anymore
There will be a day after tomorrow
There will be a day after tomorrow
There will be a day after tomorrow
There will be....

Richard Carter

Mysterious and Daunting

Some clouds came a rumbling across the horizon today,
They were mysterious and daunting is all I could say.
Far from the distance swiftly they draw nearer,
Escorting internal noises drift increasingly closer.
One by one, vapors cover the sky,
Darkness increased it was not shy.
Until all the lights luster made haste in horror,
Submerging into lackluster amidst detail no more.
Then came a loud crash likewise a bright flash,
Instantaneously light and sound became a critical clash.
With a current of air, there came a curtain of rain,
As if the clouds filled with tears began to drain.
The ground became wet nothing-remained dry,
As streams of condensation pooled then cascaded by.
Again a loud sound and more motion and light,
Looking ubiquitously about not a creature in sight.
In a flurry of commotion and an outbreak of fury,
Not an object left untouched everything dreary.
Then in the midst of disorder, there soon came order,
As the haze broke and clouds floated away.

Richard Carter

Immaculate Dream

I have been waiting for you,

With infinite discrepancy I rum do.

Transverse modes that no one knows,

A priori assumption, which define my prose.

Whom do you need, whom do you love?

It is an algorithm shot down from above.

Far from an evaluation declaration,

Of destinies, estimate of a rough calculation.

In which I do not even think twice,

One-step I take on to thin ice,

Refractive index, diffractive terms,

Equations of concerns and germs.

Wait, look, listen what could this be?

Is this really the one for me?

Suddenly perplexed is this a hex?

Time’s evolution of an arbitrary profile,

No wait come back, transverse with me awhile.

I have been waiting for you

With infinite discrepancy I rum do



Then I awaken…

Richard Carter

Floccinaucinihilipilification

Whilst I walk along this method described life.
I pick up pace, will and strife.
Next to nothing I climb to my destination,
A keen to structural juxtaposition.
Once I reach the place of willingness,
All I feel is floccinaucinihilipilificatiousness.
I grab a rope and ascend,
All the way to its end.
Once I am there, no one cares,
That only love, is what he shares.
Come one come all, come abstemiously hidden,
First, in front, second in the middle, third one in.
If you ad one more the middle becomes antepenultimate,
Make it this way, try it that way, only then can it be legitimate.

Richard Carter

Somewhere Far Into the Night

I see in the distance a caustic radiance,

My eyes blink in visual maintenance.

Somewhere far into the night,

My steps come quick, more rapidly and light.

Out there no where,

I move devoid of care.

Is it a dream?

A hallucination it seems.

Of life not there?

Not one but two,

Which make a pair.

An isomeric decay disappearing exponentially,

From space and time combining differentially.

What is it then I see?

What is this before me?

Irreducible complexity,

Natural selection obscurity.

Deals to me steals from me,

Singularly and purely,

You take the key.

Infinitely precious elements fly,

Still not a soul can tell me why.

Suddenly a caustic radiance reconstruction,

A blink of the eye then visual perception.

Somewhere far into the night.



Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz………

Gliddy,glup gloopy, nibby nop newby, la la low low dooby wooby newby

Shoobey doobey nah ba newpy, woo woo woo early morning singing song ….

Good morning star shine,

The earth says hello

You twinkle above us

We twinkle below…..



I make my breakfast.

Richard Carter

The Apathy Rule

Whilst I walk away from your embrace
Feeling and admiration disappear without a trace
It is the candles light that we incarcerate
From darkened corners, we deliberate
An estimation of an illumination
In the shadows penetrates.
Come into the dark, dark night
Let god’s love take a flight
It is your premeditated self-love
That over estimates your place above
Everybody has been reserved a place
Regardless of their religious race
So until you are more than a calculation
Of a righteous and pious population
Deficient in treating people with equality
You need to find individual impartiality
You can never be cognizant
If you are ignorant
When apathy is your rule
It is you who are the fool

Richard Carter

Gim'me - Gim'me - Gim'me

A regulatory offense
A judgment in rem and hence
With punitive social plight
A verdict in spite
Where is it that we’re going
Without us really knowing
Pretense, fancy and whim
And maybe a hind limb
Give me more
Give them less
I don’t care
Give me the rest

Richard Carter

Optical Mise en adyme

Glass over water what can I see?

Traveling over a reflective sea.

Parallel universe, optical mise en adyme.

Human consciousness, echoing paradigm.

An essentially similar form of recursion,

Upside down, inside out ocular illusion.

Time-invariant, to an arbitrary signal,

Akin to words, an easy colloquial.

One, Two, Three, Four,

Now I walked through an open door.

Five, Six, Seven, Eight,

What will I conjugate?

Dropping by access consciousness,

Opening up phenomenal awareness.

Framed with parallel glass,

Just how fast does time pass?

Richard Carter

Alveoli

Paralleling along side a turbulent storm

Partial to the past where I was born

Over and over, I fall into the sea

Wave after wave washes over me

Into the dark depths I dive

Immersed in water I swim I thrive

The taste of salt suspended on my tongue

Moments and memories perpetually strung

Inhalation a fluid movement through time

A tepid temperature makes my blood prime

I touch the bottom with the tips of my toes

What is downward nobody knows

I propel awake undulating surface tension

Until I float up higher beyond comprehension

Once again paralleling a disturbed state

Next to my future I elaborate

Once more, I find decorum in the storm

Richard Carter

Objective Perspective

People portraying the presence of skeptical identity
Self centered ignorance blinds and enslaves the human race
Here withstanding ramparts trying to discover its amenity
An incredulous inquiry into the characteristics of grace
Notwithstanding the objective perspective, tangibility
Currently collapses self –awareness without a trace
Concealing the empowerment of the righteous ego
Sanctimonious apathy of knowledge may go
With both heels resting precariously on banana peels
It is the fate of man, which it steals
Intangible benefits of the a moral fiber
Sanctioned reimbursement of lost secular labor
Opening urbane believes and closed doubt
Leaving religious ego in emotional drought

Richard Carter

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Richard Carter

Dangling Participle

What is this, a dangling participle?

Why does it dangle so?

Without a clear antecedent,

To what extent,

For what event?

Shall we offer it a preposition,

A casual little phrase?

Something to join it for days and days.

Perhaps a clause is imperative,

To assist the narrative.

Bring it a subject and a predicate,

Maybe they will participate.

I don’t know,

they both seems so independent.

I guess it is just transcendent.

Oh I swear,

I’ll just let it dangle there.

Richard Carter