Random Thoughts


This night I look to the west

The rays of the sun descends

As if into some soft substance

Or place creating a painted sky

A crescent moon shines above the horizon

Like a curved thumb nail in the night sky

The colors of darkness

Are not present this night

What will become of such a night

The winds of change gust through the valleys

The sky is clear this cold dark night

This morning I look to the east

The rays of the sunrise

Creating a painted morning sky

The crescent shaped moon, still clear

As it was last night

Colors of daylight budding

Yellow to orange glow expanding to deep dark blue

Space blue

Silhouetted mountains

Silhouetted palm trees

Hugged by this graceful mood

Morning star shines bright

All is calm

Surreal, beautiful, brisk and cold

My mind is open not knowing what to write

Caffeine flowing through my veins

The thought of life’s torments subdue my mind

The struggles I face in life

The struggles we all face in life

I know everyone has them!

Wanting to write poetry is the center of my soul

Only to break away from reality

What does one do while the other sleeps

My thoughts are still only random thoughts

I think of this world as a world gone mad

Time continues to move

There’s no stopping time

She awakens, it’s 6:00 am

She smiles, saying thank you for last night

Smiling thinking to myself, what did I do right

My thoughts are still only random thoughts

Her lips, the curve that runs down her back

The seam that runs down the back of her stockings

Stirs my imagination

My thoughts are still only random thoughts

What will become of our nation

What are all these words I write

Where do they come from

Life is full of surprises

One does not know what direction to go

East, west, south or north

The sound of broken glass falling on the floor

My mind wanders with many thoughts

Trying to think of what to write

These are just words of random thoughts

My mind is restless

Thoughts of anger

Thoughts of joy

Thoughts of passion

Thoughts of when she last looked into my eyes

The smell of her perfume

Is life real or is it just a random dream

One day when I reawake, what will I see

What we see in front of us

Is it really what we see

A tree, a bird, a rose

The sunrise, the sunset

Is it really everything were told it is

The world is a culture of different skin color

But were all just one race

What’s the big deal about world culture

Why does man separate himself

From his own race, the color of another mans skin

The love for one another should be like

A glove of warmth on our hands

These are just random thoughts

By: Arthur Henn