You were the only face by which I wanted to be known
By now, you know that to which you have blown
I'm quivering like you see right through my accismus
It's spoken softly with a definite trismus
But I didn't see our connection as an isthmus
It was deeper than granite; it was bedrock that should not be easily missed
You could've known me for a long time, in which we would've both been more than sun-kissed
Our existence, where most likely others would have been sharply, soundly, and quickly dismissed
Holding onto someone like an unbalanced table leg, I will not be leveled like others you've known
You choose to lose everything we had.... everything we had.....
I will not let any more of myself be shown
The trees clap hands as the birds gaily sing
The hope and joy that the new day will bring.
The redwing blackbird in the cattails hymns.
The fish keeps beat time as it jumps and swims.
Above clouds swim past in an ocean blue.
The sun warms the green grass and melts the dew.
The honeybees whiz past on their business
Passing by flowers in their accismus.
It is a good day to drift in the grass
And watch dainty butterflies as they pass.
Out in the tall grass the grasshoppers buzz.
The wind blows past the dandelion fuzz.
I remove the stalk of grass from my teeth
And dozing, pillow my head on the heath.
I have not a care in the world it seems
And my mind is only filled with good dreams.
Written: November 07, 2023
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Am I condoning a state of affluence?
In recent desultory decadence
Have I drawn a swan dive of choice?
Don't you hear your mom clamoring?
Don't you grasp her voice?
Backward between and beyond riverstone?
Holler—herald hidden phylum, hunt voice
of failed fulfillments
The hind hock hoof is hermitic.
With any accismus to anthropomorphize beasts
Winter wolf moon wakes up her litter
for sustenance, the man in me would slaughter
the wolf.
Tracks—that permeate darkness
their compulsory murder. Everyone needs
a meal
drifted and whistled from hair to heel,
things outside seem odd, ghostly, surreal.
Amid snow—hooves slowed to soak in
across the waves—why my soul seeped
a sailor has been seen dozing off
whilst the riverside weeps
trust—my footprints feature
fear—cynicism.
Accismus feigned about God search
It’s our highest desire
Without His grace, we’re in the lurch
Far from home, we now tire
We thus pray, day and night
That we may see the light
Bestowed spherical sight
Bliss throbs ingrained
Accismus feigned
02-February-2022
Quietus
Fake indifference
Strength from within
Let the ******** begin
Feigning ignorance
Pretend happy circumstance
Did you plan this? Was it your intent?
All you are is a plastic apparatus
Philosophunculist
You invent - drastic fiction
Completely spent
Of all sense – covered in dents
Your rent will not - stop your eviction
Delve in a cesspool of thoughts
Awaken! Panticulation!
Meretricious offense
Wild and vagarious
Outrageous Hindrance!
Deliverance
Auspicious pontification
Kills me
Inch by
inch
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