I want to call it, Shaking the Baby
If I ever get the smarts, it’ll be tasty
Stupid I know not worth anything
Besides the slander and pain
How about a May Day
911 calls are busy in action
These communities dividing into faction
Is simply a distraction
I can count how many times I’ve broken the law
Lie cheat and steal, meth has no sex appeal
I can tell you a story, but is it really your worry
I don’t even think humanity cares about marshmallow bear
Who cares what that means
It’s my Poetry, it’s my expensiveness
That matches your abjectness
Stuck
Help me
I cannot move
I have forgotten your name
Stuck
With no escape
Only this abjectness
And the entirety of my pain
Stuck
But I have a plan
I will overwhelm my body with oxys
Then barf the life right out
Stuck
Now; in the confinements
Of a failed institution
Nowhere to go-
My only choice
Was to travel adventurously
Down to
The furthest extent of
My viciously evolving thoughts
Wandering And Loafing thither-stunned I knew,
Scorching sweat-and a grim creature view,
Aye troubled and loaded vista of misery,
Swirling with abjectness seeming weary,
Nor they stand upright neither they sit calm,
Where they where ,never in placid nay in ominous realm,
Prepare for prepare on this abominable flame of war,
They freaked out through futile power,
Hence ‘tis a royal road through eke’ out but volatile,
Ye- grudgingly yet’ a way but vile,
What he must –must he be, but far and away,
Gibbet solemnly- but utter mere no word-to say,
Confined yea bind ah! Archaic men-at-arms,
You’d be among these, with no charm and warms,
Maunder surreal-y even in the day-and night watch,
Discern–castles in air while-lying on a patch,
Fair a mere simpleton creature, when dies,
Forgot at-once posthumously with no suspiration and sighs,
No well being and vivification where he dwelt and grew,
Aye beneath the troubled shallow’y spring under the yoke of fo,
Regime demand integrity, excelence and professionalism,
They say trinquality, solace, and humanism,
Tongue introverted, knees knocked, head stood,
Muster out as OAP, at hoar,man-made-wood.
Last evening there was a sense of restlessness,
I wasn’t able to grasp why this abjectness;
The sun was slowly dying in a goodbye to a father,
The pain once again manifested my grief to gather;
I wish he could’ve lived and loved eternally and forever,
I’ll walk miles to love him and be loved again allover,
The clouds amass as the shadows come out to play:
Inevitably the creeping night smothers out the day,
A beast howls in aloofness as darkness pitches black…
Doubts start to peep behind life, tend to double back;
But living goes on and on and it happens ev’ryday,
Memories lie stored in the mind refusing to die away;
How do I mask my vulnerability and my truth?
I was a natty little child with emotions for him to soothe:
Father time lumbers on tapering my living soul to cope,
The stars blink, in a flicker of light as I still hold on to hope!
leaf---listless lifeless
waltz within wanton winds....
autumn’s abjectness
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Love me, my Lord
Love me, my Lord,
As I am a naughty girl,
Forgive my black pearl.
Understand, my Lord,
A dark sinner was my heart,
Forgive its black part.
Forget all, my Lord,
All I have done for years,
There are not enough tears.
Don`t let me, my Lord,
In the shadow of death half
Through blackness behalf,
I know I didn`t beg enough.
I know, my Lord,
I can`t pay all my debts,
Through all my regrets,
My forefathers upsets,
There are not forgets.
Forgive me, my Lord,
As now I pay and pray
For a bright new day,
Help me without delay,
Please, God, don`t let me away,
Give me from your wisdom light way.
Because I know, my Lord,
Your infinite gentleness,
In spite of our blindness,
Your unconditional kindness,
Opposite our conditional primness,
Our ungrateful abjectness
In front of everlasting lovingness.
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