Like an Axe Used To Split Kindling for Fire
Like an axe used to split kindling for fire,
Her beauty repeatedly strikes at my heart,
Encouraging sparks of desire that inspire
Me to bravely approach her without swagger.
I, in livery, and she, robed in fine cloth,
Comport in accord with that which is proper;
Express youthful, sentimental, foolish tropes,
Indulged in cautiously during our rapport.
Blustery adaptations amuse our spirits
At her pleasure, confident in my prescience.
We play charades insouciantly within limits,
Aware of time and place and our adolescence.
Music warms the heart’s revival of remembrance;
Our minds exploit these encounters with exuberance.
Written August 21, 2025, for Brian Strand contest
Sound Split
Why cry?
Goodbye.
.
that gap
fissure
identity
twixt yourn lip's
thick
cauzing yourn
lisp
sagacious speak
inveigle
uv mine born'd
desire
such yourn
cute
ventilate
subjugating
mine
We wanted to break bread
that was pure, clean, pristine,
stark white and wholesome,
with a crisp, but soft,
light brown crust.
The field was prepared with
thrice washed and cleaned machinery,
and spread with N, P, K fertilizer
applied overhead.
The soils was filtered to remove
all weeds, sticks and stones,
stubble and rubble,
so it was homogeneous,
with a uniform grain size,
The wheat seed was a proven,
ancient old world genotype,
with its genome still intact.
The seed was milled to remove
all traces of wheat germ and bran,
then twice bleached to stark white.
The dough was leavened with soda
and baked well-timed,
in a clean fan-draft oven,
at just the right temperature,
for just the right time.
Behold! There we have it!
Our pure white bread,
wholesome and perfect,
in every way, that we break
for breakfast at break of day.
I have a split
Like a sundae
But in my body
I have cold feet
I wish my walls would melt away
I wish that they could see
My perspective is blank
In the middle I stray
I'm tired of talking
I just want to meet
My maker in heaven
Because no one believes
I have a split body
In a split screen world
I feel like too many people
Am I a boy or a girl
Why is my hand moving
Why aren't my legs
I'm a bit of a ghoul see
I died already when I was a kid
I didn't get to meet him when I visited
I act like I have no fear
But I can't even tell if I'm actually here
Am a dreaming of a life I could've had
It feels out of my control like that
I have a split
I don't know what to do with it
My reactions are mixed
And I can't decide
I sit on the fence
but there's 5 seats
I sit in the middle so I can
Feel myself eat
Instead of on the right
Where they can hear my cries
I have a split
It's me,
Stuck in a whirlpool of memories,
Suffocated by a flurry of thoughts,
Drenching in quicksand of my emotions.
On the contrary;
To the beholder,
It's just ripples, light snowfall and fine sand.
These are merely makeshifts;
To distract you away,
From the ubiquitous quest of life,
Pursuit of aliveness and
Gist of animateness.
In my context,
Life altogether appears as a;
Juggle for a momentous split second,
With the people that adore you and
For the people that you cherish.
I am curious about;
'What's your context?'
Your Split second of momentousness...
It instantly changed
the hue of the sky;
Beat red afternoon,
I was spellbound by
garnet colored Sun;
A maroon mist
hung in the air
creating smoke
swirling so dense
bathing you
in ruddy
fantasy;
A split
second
show.
When the TV screen is split, your eyes
Bounce back and forth and back
So you’ll never miss a player
Executing his attack.
Since the tennis crowds go crazy
When the match is near the end,
Viewers like to see the pros
And if their leads they can defend.
On one side we watch the women
And the other side, the men,
As they serve and slice and volley
And repeat it all again.
But when one match has a winner
Then the split screen goes away
And we concentrate on just one game,
Two players on display.
No one else appreciates.
Us.
All us voices.
Like lawnmowers chattering at dusk.
Like a circus.
We all land on a net, together.
It’s silly, but friendly fun.
Alone is bad.
It’s better to have.
Us.
I wish my friends would appreciate,
Us.
All the people who live within me.
So that,
We.
Leave our friends alone.
You shot me in the heart
and you don't miss its beat
nothing is as simple
as you want to believe...
numbed from head to toe
no one knows what you think
you, my hero and my villain
my life forever in half split.
Jessica
A Buffed Male Body walks along the beach
A Female watch
Her eyes like a fishnet catch
Summer heat warmth in the urges
Sweat pouring down the male buffed body
If he were to pose, the Female would faint
The sand and roaring ocean making the observation more distinct and intrigue
A push back would soon be Give in
The Female was thinking about a splash into the ocean
She would want that Buffed Guy to be her Lifeguard and give her mouth to mouth
Yet the hot sun is not making it easy
The Female is picturing in her mind of thought in censorship
Moment
Just imagine a Herculean Male Body and a Female curve with all the moves turning up the volume
Summer has already started ahead of schedule
The Female wants that Buffed guy in her own Beach module
Time to split
What's one little spark
In a mountain of dirt
What's a sky full of stars
if no wish is heard
When you can't hide from the scars
No matter the pretty words
And the memories depart
But the feelings stay burnt
They say that time heals the heart
But loss means more than hurt
Cause no matter how bright the start
The dark is always worse
Another trial to lose
Just to say that I care
Another mile in these shoes
I never wanted to wear
But if I had to choose
It's not a journey I'd share
Cause if my thoughts were let loose
I'd turn them all to despair
The smiles through the blues
As I face this burden I bear
Are the only trace of glue
That slows down the tears
So I hold back the truth
And keep my grip with a prayer
Cause if I split in two
What's inside would be bare
You’re here and I’m there
You’re found and I’m hidden
I’m foul and you're fair
You’re pure and I’m unbidden
I’m there and you’re here
I’m fiction and you’re truth
You’re tranquil and I’m fear
I’m aged and you’re youth
You’re here and I’m there
You’re gold and I’m coal
I’m self and you’re care
You’re give and I’m stole
I’m there and you’re here
We’re a ship without steer
You’re here and I’m there
We’re a house without stair
I will move the mountains,
From your shoulders to mine.
Show me your beautiful smile,
And let your uniqueness shine.
No mountain that I move will tire me,
As long as you're always around.
So you can walk a long, easy path,
Without any rocky grounds.
I'll push aside the mountain of doubt,
For you to see you beauty.
I won't stop until your smile lights the world,
I'll make that my biggest duty.
I'll split apart the mountains,
And let the vibrant rays shine in.
I'll smoothen all of the bumpy roads,
A relish in your grin.
I'll move mountains for you,
To show you the glistening sun.
Watch it set and gaze at the moon,
To remind you're number one.
I can move any mountains,
I will guide you through the path.
When things get rocky, I'll lead you through,
And you'll feel my cozy wrath.
Everest is nothing on me,
And your struggles won't climb through.
I will take you on a life-long journey,
And show my empathy towards you.
You help me in my trials,
You help me with my heart.
You help me with my inspiration,
You helped my laugh start.
Eden
In the myth
Appears to split..
The split points to
Everything which
Seems happening
To include the
Illusory split of
Eden...
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