Tag: Human nature

Changing Lessons & In From Eternity 

On your toes lads she’s just around the corner. Until we meet again.

Changing Lessons & In From Eternity

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

To the river for what its worth

for the day’s final song, trees

when our feet touch the earth. 

Galactic Jack, no glitter bomb, 

deducing lumps of sand & stone. 

Pleased with our company, Karma

doesn’t come when she’s called.

A wrong turn made right when

it led me to you tonight. 

Did I miss your vine swing entrance? 

Or was it an amusement slide from 

heaven that brought you through the

doors. Radiating fertility, the room

heighten to your frequency listens to

your silent symphony. In the glow of 

an volcanic eruption, a rare sight, 

expression of earth force. A mover 

of mountains if you were to put them 

all together. Having just come from 

your river I stumble upon the source. 

A Portrait of Familiarity

A Tale as Tall as Time,

A Portrait of Familiarity 

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

Riding a bus 

reflections from 

a row ahead

the expression

of all that passes. 

Strangers, their

entire lives float

in a dinghy nearby. 

The bus slows 

reminding

passengers of 

their progress. 

Stand for departure, 

she turns

their eyes meet,

and both know

they’ve arrived. 

Doors open 

onto the next,

hers in a blind

kissy scene you’d

think only happens

in movies. The

bed makes itself,

candles know 

what to do, 

The Kenny G 

obeys, passion 

dims the sun,

the animal 

kingdom a hush,

but for a few lions

standing by to judge

the climactic roar. 

He also finished. 

The score is in. 

Invisible hands 

offer a smoke and

do the honors, 

galaxies far

far away 

sense satisfaction, 

and the race 

was won. 

Life takes 

a bow. 

As You Pass By

Just the other day, we remembered.

As You Pass By 

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

Seated in awkward furth, greek against the ground 

forlorn when overhead, piece twice a maker

cough drama expels pent fascinations that

reside in quonset formations ever cooed by

the wind, resilient messages carved into time,

rumbles of what may come, bathing light sensed

when you see it, gestures of beyond hover sweet

laid to rest at the temple you carry, our smile the 

other day the one only we know about, splashes

unseen dimensions, spire of our brief moment.   

How Your Eyes Search For Mine

Those things we come to look forward to,

How Your Eyes Search For Mine 

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

How your eyes search for mine whenever you smile, 

sends my heart away then I have to chase it back. Home

in sight after 7 years at sea, treasures spill onto shore.

Puts a loudspeaker to the statue of David’s internal dialogue. 

When our eyes meet, lifetimes play out in the brevity. 

How your eyes search for mine whenever you smile,  

makes me the path of butterfly migration, an edge  

where water falls, places me on cusp of day, I’m carried

around the world, passing hellos to pageant humanity. 

I’d know they were coming, and be glad when they did,

how your eyes search for mine whenever you smile. 

Pastiche a la mode

That smudge on my desk looks like a long neck dinosaur,

always the best thing to happen, if it were up to me I’d live

off your kisses alone, if I look left a rubber ducky sails on,

lost in the magic at hand, Smash Bros boss battle, quotient

A helpless passenger of pen, a journal original,

Pastiche a la mode 

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

That smudge on my desk looks like a long neck dinosaur,

always the best thing to happen, if it were up to me I’d live

off your kisses alone, if I look left a rubber ducky sails on,

lost in the magic at hand, Smash Bros boss battle, quotient

time was off, pinned to the ass in Martha Stwerts’s jail cell, 

a frisbee golf eagle chimes, Hitler also grew a mustache on 

his back called the Rhineland, Global Warming Foo Fighters

of the Grateful Dead it says on a scrumpled note neglected next

to a trash can, turns it over, Bob Dylan was an alien? That baby 

that ruined your anniversary dinner is still crying, frigid fidgets

plum to the frosty pear, approval in the eyes, and you still made

it to work on time? the taste of honey, that dog expects the toy 

to be thrown, tried using the urinal at Walmart, but Kamala Harris

was looking me in the eyes, an exceeding first bite, glad we met,

when a couple is just having a moment, and then there was light,

like we didn’t know the darkness before.  

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.

Draft Vector

That old be careful you might get what you ask for sorta thing. Much Love,

Draft Vector

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Supreme ruling over mile high state, 

with arms crossed and backs firm it’s

made clear all seats are taken here, the

door that turned you away will hit you

on the way out. A fist thrown into a 

revolving door, glass shatters, gloves 

that were never on come off, chaos infects

gaining gravity pulling those who at

first never gave it any thought, are seen

decapitating neighbors with stop signs.

It’s all gotten a bit out of hand, calibrated  

subconscious, stories decades old told from

fading ink, the smoke of progress lingers

on the frontier of a new civil war, if we

choose to fight it. 

Big Jar Dreamer

Many ways to slice it,

Big Jar Dreamer

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

The big Jar was a dreamer he said without a doubt,

unmatched in all but thinking he was somewhere else.

Then it got the best of him one day the other week,

those around couldn’t pretend to know what went down.

Sprouting lilies as he was a nickel for a share of the dare,

laughing all the same when the sheriff showed his badge, 

he made spaghetti out of town and never looked back, still 

no word was spoken about whose wifes he’d been poken. 

As luck would have it they serve him up a spike, soon it

was turn in or take a hike. How they tell it now when Jar 

refused to come clean is with a wish to have intervened,

because what happened next was something no one had ever

seen. Loaded diamonds for eyes the dreamer gazed thunder, 

with a flick of the wrist their badges were stripped under, 

to where geese critique wakes and wax bellies with jellies, 

found on discrete display with berry unknown origins, their 

hands pat the fabric they hadn’t seen since service was sworn, 

stripped of sacred identities they dissolved to the realm of

forgotten memes to hang around and reminisce about 

bygone relevance. A chariot pulls up Jar staggers in, sirens

give way to night, no phone home in a red and blue snare,

the window reflects the cold steel around his wrist though 

he knows nothing of it, to Jar they are soft, pink, fluffy, and

full of excitement, like what’s in your head, merrily merrily

merrily…  

Mollusk Longings 

Title reference in Paul Murray’s not a lecture in my substack.

Mollusk Longings 

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

How wants are a certain want, unexplained

from a heart full of roman candles, that fly

to what it desires most egging you to follow

their light. The same light seen by nuns who run 

away with visiting recruits from barracks in far 

away places, and not a hint of hesitation in her 

step as she boards the plane because they know 

it to be true. Yes, how true, if it’d only take hold now, 

rush us away to the night that would last forever, 

chew the fat, toasts the stars, for whatever reason

right now life makes sense, because it was all there 

contained in the night, giggling alongside us till 

separation ceased and you realize you are the one

there is no spoon, the blunt is in your hand just token 

for your thoughts. The overlords milking our morphic 

resonance cheers our utter existence. 

Nodding Praise Our Annual Phase

It’s that time of the season

Nodding Praise Our Annual Phase

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

Variable, that patch across the way, 

by and large the same day to day, 

ever sly trends reflect the mood of a

given day. Coaxing light helps heaps 

grow, come winter fresh snow, puddles 

tell of weeks long rain, the birds sing

their song round the edge so, you’d 

wonder if the world hadn’t left us alone, 

a note on the table, I’ll be back in a couple 

of weeks. A call dropped? No I’m still here, 

just let this moment be. The birds sang again

today, and the world let this moment be.