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One who knows!
The chief end of life!
Where does it lie?
In the now!
In what does it lie?
That, may be a lie?
My country is my heart.
The land is my body.
People came with sharp machines.
Maiming my limbs,
Dismembering my insides.
My soul is forced out of my body.
My blood turns rancid, poisonous.
They gouge deep wounds over my body.
My tears are as rain.
I want to protect me.
I feel too weak.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t move.
I, so powerless under Chinese violation.
I am in excruciating pain.
Can you hear my cry?
Glimpses of epiphany
Once, a long, long time ago
I was filled with cares and woe
I thought that I was going to die
And the fear of it, it made me cry
As life became a misery
Self-pity came enfolding me.
And then one day amidst the trees
Something did take on over me
The trees lit up like Christmas lights
Glistened silver, sparkling bright
And I fell beneath the mystery
My heart all filled with untold glee
A whisper seemed to fill my soul
The world seemed pure, and sweet, and whole
And I knew, I had no doubt at all
That everything is wonderful
And since that day a peace has been
Making my world so serene
20 July 2013 @ 1725hrs.
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That night, knowing she loves butterflies;
He promised her a visit in fairy disguise,
In doubt that he might, she bought,
Knowing he adores, a sample boat;
Yet she never believed in his fairytale
In the morning, she caught a rare butterfly,
And pinned it onto the white plastic sail,
Then she began to cry, annoyed by his lie.
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Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees
Bulimec Barbies browse media monkey banalaties
Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios
Dopamine dreams dilenate check cash desires
Echo endorfins eulogize bullet brain excrement
Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivoloties
Gonadial grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities
Helical hemorriods hinder senior stricken hemocraps
Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate post partem iconoclasts
Jack Jill juxtapositories seek sexestential jouveniers
Kryptic killer kisses ascot arrogant kingdumbs
Liquid lipid loiners fear frontline lucklullibies
Malovent mommies masterbate rich reflective mommocules
Nevertheless nightengales nourich ruby rich noonbeams
Ovulatory occults outsource torrent tofu outrages
Pensive picses picnics lovelorny passions
Queer quiet quintensials release rancid quotients
Rape ripe residuals nullify nimble reprocussions
Silky seafoam silohouttes fornicate frothy sandlets
Tepid torch trilogies belie beligerent tourniquets
Useless utterences utilize organize orgasmic utopias
Venimous vixens violate cruel.com visions
White willow wombs softly seed hospice hell winds
XY XX xfactors envision extracurricular xraydoms
Yearning yoyo yesterdays calculate clearcovert yeilds
Zen zealous zions mirror maginfy Zoneotones
Beguiled, there my person stood,
I would flee, if only I could.
This acid rain that beats my roof
Has made good reason stand aloof.
The mind was made, I dared not crack
From that point on, no looking back.
Pitch black, I knew not where I was,
Eyes bound, I heard each beating pulse.
Then he spoke, ‘untie your eyes,
See how your fortunes touch the skies!’
His was the scariest face I’d seen,
Sure to scare the bravest being.
His fiendish looks, his hairy skin,
Prepared me for his rotten grin.
Though he reeked of muck, mire, decay,
My thirst for gold had taken sway.
He sniggered like a tortured soul
Born of woes from days of old.
He had with him a big black Crow
That seemed to know about the show.
I paid no mind, my mind was hooked
It didn’t occur I should be spooked.
My mind was deep in tales of gold,
I failed to note the rules he told.
How I would that I had listened
For now his gold no longer glistens.
The words he spoke I did not hear,
But he’s had more than his fair share.
I’ve been hoodwinked, of that I’m sure
By charms and spells, no doubt obscure.
They’ve taken all, I have naught left
My bleeding heart in two they’ve cleft.
My little ones, her loving voice,
Have seen the dust, they had no choice.
Now in my head, his voice sings;
‘Three black coffins and two gold rings’.
To watch the disk of life, illuminate
give birth to colors, hold dear
it speaks to my spirit, my implicate innate
there is nothing in this world to fear
each living tree three hundred year
each year all the more to contemplate
for we are kept alive by this warmth so clear
returning forever, every year a new slate
it does not judge, it bathes you in light.
But while I enjoy summer, others will fight.
Starving cats shriek to a full, hopeless moon
The thick air drips with decay and rank ruin
Feral dogs scream, adding pain to the chorus
Extending an invite to those gone before us
Fred Astaire and Miss Rogers they clearly are not
As they stumble and scrabble up through Hadean rot
Their eyes wormy sockets, foul-toothed, dangling jaws
Macabre click-click-clicking sounds a hellish applause
Dry bones clack-clacking, grotesque, face to face,
Partner holds partner in hideous embrace
These skeletal dancers reek a rancid perfume
Unsure and undead, their lives re-resume
Their clattering waltz is relentless and jerky
As they dance to hell’s music, unrhythmic and murky
The conductor’s malevolent, ghoulish, reviled
His empty eyes glitter, black flames burning wild
Clarinets scrape the nighttime with fractals of silence
As violins offer melodies of mayhem and violence
Percussion and horns build a battlefield wall
‘Til there is no escape from the dead dancers’ ball