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A School Daze Turn

'Tis off to the races now that homeschooling has ended. 
One half earns for their subsistency, 
other half learns about delinquency.
Be they friends and their best efforts were suspended.

Tale spring muses as the anticipant's
appraised specifies traditional hopes
load stages standard addictive transplants
secured cognitive lodestar prolonged copes.

Missteps venture the wide-eyed sneeze, and runny nose
a caption reads, "This be the Time.", gone are
the reporting authors, counting those
to acknowledge them, minus their star.

Bloom's wilt and hues fade know not the hour caused,
advents trending acquisitions neglect closure
but fail to end the brotherhood of friends exposure.
halls went silent the schoolyard empty, turned men paused.

Haunted games

I am haunted 
by the games he played 
the acquisitions he made 
the guilt he made me feel 
I played right along 
like an idiot 
right into his hand 
until the day came 
when he found someone else
to play his game 
and I was finally released

The Fine Art of Life

Champagne and wine
Elixirs of the elite's delight
beverages of the upper classes
as they rendezvous and converse
amid soirées decked in elegance
mingling among their 
	latest art acquisitions
		envied, even by the Louvre



The wonderful taste of caviar
	In opulent ballrooms, near and far
		where aristocrats and fashion find their air

ah yet sometimes I ponder
how the toiling working class
gets through monotonous days
I imagine them after their grind
at the Cox N Bull Tavern
drinking and lapping cheap O'keefe beer
chugging down their boredom
in idle gossip
planning petty crimes

Wealthy

I have a dream of affluence.
Of dripping gold and bread..
To feed the mouths of children 
Save the hungry from their dread 

I have a hope of heaven.
Where the generous are free
To liberate the captives
Where compassion is the key 

It's not the stash I'm after.
It's genuinely not.
My rainbow ends with colours
Not some ever roving pot 

I have a dream of fruitfulness 
That though my days are few
I hope  investing wisely,
Is the thing that I can do. 

For wealth is not possessions,
Acquisitions, portfolios or stuff.
It's justice, hope, contentment
It's being just enough 

It's sharing and it's caring.
It's not a hand-out spree..
It's never so a spotlight
Lands itself on me 

Quietly I'll gather 
All the will I can
To be the earthly angel
Out to help my fellow man. 

So when the curtain closes
As I'm sure it will one day
Those seeds that have been scattered
Bearing fruit to plant an orchard;
Feed the hungry on their way

Pisces Overlook

fateful misgivings
milineal mourns
bashful boomer acquisitions
aquatic out of towner
wonderlust waterfaller

Non Compos Mentis

How creeps the dark where life was brightly lit
  when he who once mighty is idly damned -
to watch destroyed an energy and wit
  makes concealed and sad a life long and grand.
Where the acquisitions of yesteryear 
  become a puzzle piece and not a whole,
where atrophy on each new day impair
  the bravest heart! The old sense! The lost soul!
I have seen the inconsolable grace
  and pride which inherit the living haze -
that robs identity without a trace
  kept more sedentary in mortal malaise.
When my time draws nigh I pray of the twain
that body and mind this soul still remain.


               Written: April 2005

Divine Intervention and the Tv Preacher

~ It justifies his predatory gains
since God, Himself, has touched him with His hand,
He claims The Blood instills his mortal veins,
but emptiness resides within this man.

  Through pious tithes, eternity is bought,
it validates all acquisitions schemed.
Through righteous cause in acquisitions sought,
His touch has blessed all earthly realms redeemed.

  But God condemns such greed that fills a heart 
with beats of mere delusional conceit,
and, in retort, His penance shall impart
and let the podium ring bittersweet.

    True virtue and morality detest
       such acquisitions gained at His request.

 
5-14-22

Your Path

While you battle with life like no tomorrow 
Hustling and bursting the streets and places 
Hoping for the fulfilment of acquisitions
The ordained course of life could be different 

Each chose a path to thread before now
In this current journey of earthly existence 
Known to the custodians above and the self 
The path which alone can satisfy and fulfil

You Came In Welcome

You came astride resplendent

With acquisitions of wealth underfoot

Promising every door and lock
you possessed a master key too

You promised gluttony till never
stop sweating only the very best
cuts of meat

A seat just for i to stand alone 

A golden tethered throne with
crown and mistress to follow

You promised adulation throngs
of kneeling crowd's 

You promised me nirvana

To oversee

But never once did you tell
me or forewarn me of the pitfalls

Lurching in the shadows in front
not behind me

You stole a march by caressing
both my hand

Left with paper the right with cloth

Under the pretense all the while
that i was in fact the boss

But it was nothing more than
cotton candy sugar overload

That fizzled out once placed
in mouth and bridge the saliva
on the tounge

The Art of Negotiation

A group of ASTRAL entrepreneurs formed a PERNICIOUS ENTERPRISE.
The group would TRAVERSE the universe in search of worlds comprised 
of mealy-mouthed, self-serving, indecisive cretins. 
They believed the cretins, foul as they were, would be easily controlled. 
They also wanted to steal the VISAGE of the more attractive cretins, believing that they would be able to use this visage on one of their own to act as a SENTRY in each of the worlds that they wanted to include in their conglomerate. They believed the sentry would spy from within and DAMPEN the defenses of their adversaries during negotiations. 
They were thwarted, however, whereupon coming to Earth they 
discovered that their planted sentry had become a double agent 
and had warned the Earthlings of their plans. The Earthlings easily 
defeated the entrepreneurs’ and placed a BLEMISH on their list of 
targeted acquisitions, sealing Earth’s autonomy.

Abandon

donot forsake the traditions
golden is the olden wisdom
lifeguard in hard conditions.

limit the material acquisitions
deserted become kingdoms
donot forsake the traditions.

trial and error tribulations
fill up experience schisms
lifeguard in hard conditions.

families enjoy celeberations
dance, music, soul rhythms
donot forsake the traditions.

progress enhances positions
do not spoil natural systems
lifeguard in hard conditions.

happier are the civilisations
that firmly root their visions
donot forsake the traditions
lifeguard in hard conditions.

21.6.2020

We Are All Collectors

We are all collectors;
storing images and sounds
as museums their acquisitions,
and conductors, their array
of scintillating voices….

Some we obtain for profit
and some to simply enjoy--
a lovely face with charming
grace--a lyrical smile
with eyes that beguile--
the roaring wind
stripping trees and 
flattening fields—amazing
how many worlds a heart can
hold--or vanquish in an instant
of rage.

Bestiality

Your Bestiality seems to
Become a reality 
Fingertips....wet lips 
I love it when you lick
Honey-dipped skin
I can do nothing 
But comply to your
Every whim and appetite 
Ohhhh...I love the way you bite
When I seem to entice 
Your heightened itch 
Yes I don’t mind being called your B....
The groans and moans 
You want silenced 
For all those who want to listen 
To this kinky event 
In this position I’m willing 
To do anything....even pay the rent 
I’m developing some type 
Of anatomical monkey on my back 
Yet your rhythm remains 
Conclusively enacted 
When I throw it back 
I was inadequately prepared 
For these moments of 
Lascivious acquisitions 
And animalistic demeanors
How I savor these junctures of carnality 
And your monstrous bestiality

Stay Curious In An Open Form

perspectives,
                   &beyond first impressions
moving images
            notions,
                       found objects
             refracting light
restless
shifting
silhouettes
             incomplete structure
             recesses in exteriors
             informal
                     at
                      scaled
                        angles
or a 
      complete whole   

nothing visible
            pointless to 
                   speculate
the lines of hopelessness
     in a
           downward
                  spiral

the emotive aspects
        of a sense of place
everchanging
            beyond telling
a special time
         of intense interest
an intimate presence
                       unspoken
in a dedicated space

reflective profiles
     circles in  spectrums
                       of colour
distinctive
        explorations
acquisitions of
               legacies
all 
    motivations
      of a
           creative influence
upon
      the curious heart

I Knew Yet Not This Deep

I knew you hated me,I knew you despised me,
I knew you were my enemy,I mean my foe
I Knew you wanted me dead,buried O`engraved,
I Knew you were pretending yet I never knew it ran so deep.

I Knew who I am, I knew my whereabouts,
I knew my heart,its avalanche,its weakness
I knew you planned to kill me,I knew your plans,
Yet I Never knew they ran so deep  

I knew the time of your dreams,your nightmares 
I Knew when happy and pretending
I knew you were a hypocrite,knew the acquisitions of your life
I knew we'd marry and all you''d be my wife 
Yet this I never knew,that you were this deep.

I knew you were silent and coldblooded, 
I knew you were keen,but not this hyperactive,
I knew you were egocentric and all yet not this selfish
I knew you were deep yet i never knew that you were deeper than oceans.
                 I knew you were deep but not this deep 
     Terrain The Poet

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