When the Music was Made

Enjoy,

When the Music was Made

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

All is still before you, it never went away, 

funny to see how it all occurs today. For to

know one’s self it helps to have eyes, waiting

for the right pair to point at the beginning of

time so this universe could turn in for the night. 

It just came together, then it fell apart,

we laughed all the same like we knew 

from the start. All points unwrapping

a never ending present, what’s the fuss

you know “it loved to happen.” Spelling 

without backspace information piles on

full tray rounding peer, sideways it’ll go.

Re-minding Reminders

Don’t stray from the weight of the world.

Re-minding Reminders

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

If sunshine be butter 

take me for bread. 

Life’s sweetest sentiments

fall conspicuous as ripe 

coconuts in Manhattan. 

All this momentum up a 

waterfall, never a thought 

to test the flow. 

Did you remember to re-mind?

Change the soil of your fertile

drum, realizing then how green

a thumb you’ve been sitting on.

Turning stones in a prized search

never mind the reward was in the 

act. Fork and knife powerless

over cerebral soup, spoon fed

re-minder for a taste of God. 

Ahh yes, limitless all along, for 

the water was always wine and 

fish delight the offer of your net. 

An old vinyl re-minded, suddenly

plays new grooves. With sultry

disguise the best thing that could

ever happen has a painful start. 

In the moment of re-minding the 

world behaves at the direction of 

your spark, lantern, candle, bonfire

with doubt stomped out resume 

wayfaring thought, existence holds 

another stone to sharpen our edge.