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The Heart Worn Lips

"The Heart Worn Lips"

She wore her heart on her lips as she spoke
the white owl sitting on one shoulder hooting wisdom
the black crow perched on the other hidden in shadow cawing dark things

the voice made moderate in the in-between
rolling out into the aether words like dice
flying to land like black-winged strokes on a wholesome alabaster page

the meaning captured more in the intonation 
than the visual puzzle left wide open and waiting unexplained
for the taste of luck in the silent air, in circles the hungry eyes ever watching

the heart worn in flight
the lips stop speaking 
the mind takes over

no sound
endomorphism rings


Candide Diderot. ‘24





"Endomorphism rings always have additive and multiplicative identities, respectively the zero map and identity map."

“I can feel myself slowly fading from your mind.” 

"Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom."

Foundation Found

These ideas are seduction for words as said suction is lucrative/
It frees high fees for reduction when he sped to a junction too seductive/
It’s an additive like a sieve to sift that’s imperative to give/
Bliss will relieve anything negative accepted to live/
Clips of passive aggressive will be inactive to a reflective motive/
It’s so graphic how elastic I am to aghast a trick/
Pits grow as it’s tragic burning plastic that lasts to stick/
Strict flow is magic churning illicit to depict/
Slicked so is this static yearning dim wits to inflict/
His flicked ardent flow fits a tactic to reminisce/
Wicked grants from God sticks this blend of coherence/
My rigid cadence will dance in a trance stance/
A dry cascade spill to prance without instruments/
Fly by or retreat to advance and get out of the sin strum pants/
He’s no treat for a trick or no trick to cop a treat stance/
Ease to a complete foundation found to cease and stop evil plans/
The feat was a defeat as the found foundation reprieves slop and defiled demands.
With my foundation found it’s like 5th down/ 
A gift of salvation as a second round/
 I can’t miss now with all filth drown and my foundation found

Effervescent Fizz

an angel’s face a cherub’s heart 
a devil in blue jeans
her eyes say what lips may not 
with tender glance it seems

could I ever hope to want
what is so out of reach
what is it that she has 
I find so thoroughly complete

I stare in wonder
stand in awe 
before unfinished work
gaze upon a tranquil beauty
where only angels lurk

I wish I could identify 
that explosive additive
the special spark that’s hers alone 
and only hers to give

how different life would have been
if I had never met
this fascinating lady
first seen in silhouette

what I need, what I want 
and what I have to have
is not a passing fancy 
or a backward wayward glance

whatever happens, happens 
whatever shall be is
I thank the Lord he’s let me see 
her effervescent fizz

Watering the Garden of Dreams

Cashing in my savings bonds
and tapping out my bank accounts,
got me into a high stakes poker game
in a Las Vegas casino.
Emboldened by my knack for winning
Texas Hold 'em online,
I dove straight into the deep waters
where it's sink or swim, with whales and sharks.
Gambling's an additive rush
that offers instantaneous gratification 
found only in the thrill of taking risks,
and I can hardly wait to wet my toes.
I get dealt an ace of clubs
with an ace of diamonds down,
but the flop's flushing with hearts.
And the bluffing commences,
with ruthless, aggressive bids. 
Not here to play it safe,
I call all in!
But, no sooner had the words left my mouth,
when I got called with a pair of kings, and one is a heart!
Fear seized me, griping my spine like a vice
as the ace of hearts lands on the turn,
and a flush is now on the table.
But lady luck rowed in on the river,
and the ace of spades fell in Her wake,
giving me a miraculous, heart-pounding win.
And climbing on top of an adrenaline rush
I make it rain, 
watering the garden of my dreams
with hundred dollar bills.


(Free Verse)


04/22/2020

Early Morning

Early morning

I know of a man who gets up early
to sample the morning dew.
He has found it is not from a wealthy house lawn
the dew taste good it is full of additive

when the goose flapped its wings pearls
of wisdom dripped into the water.

The man who collects morning dew
prefer undiluted grass in the glen.
The taste of wildflowers
send him into a spin of delightful dance.

Fixated

cognitive enhancement
energy Adderall
sideffects depression
solution Ritalin
additive A.D.D.

Note: this is a new style I am working on called a 3 X 2 (three by two), each line has two three-syllable words, any length with no punctuation.

Colors

Colors

Is there is a palette
on which the balance
of the additive colors
in our world 
are in harmony with 
their subtractive counterparts?

Where the sharp
divisions of conflict
are blurred with pastels
that melt away
the fear and trauma
with smooth indelible strokes
of human color
that can never fade?

Alas, if not
then our world
shall always be
a shattered sphere conflicted
by shards of black and white.

Depression

Depression is a battle
Some people try and fight it
And just say it ****
That people are going
Trough the hard way
Just go astray
From reality 
Just to get caught
Using anti depressants that 
Never hardly work
There just a additive 
Drug use 
The police is 
Just put in to a 
Mental health hospital
To have the get more 
Depressed and kill them 
Selves

Additive

Plastic, smooth and expensive
A heavier look upon her
More dynamic or stronger
Fiercer or arrogant
Maybe more confident
Believes in herself and
Her eyes of silicone
Poised in her chest
With hair on her nipples
Pressing on her breast
Is the implant
She thought would
Increase her poise

Russell Sivey

The Best Killer

There’s the cold, rigidly unemotional gun,
Sleeping invitingly on the dresser.
Or there’s the blade, the shining killer of a blade, 
Wanting to be the aggressor.

Or the arrow with the black deadly bow,
Hanging proudly in front of the bar.
Or the tasteless, deadly homemade poison additive,
Silently waiting in the jar.

But the best killer, the best stop, block, resist 
And fight of your emotional crime?
It’s knowledge and understanding your own thoughts
In the solitude of your private mind.

Perfect Healing

Heart racing
Pulse raising
Soul Pounding 
Blood rushing
At the the sight of you

I got lucky
To have you,
I’m so horny
Draw closer, 
Cos I’m going crazy
Come lose me
My body wants yours

Need no other
I see only you,
Feeling to steal you,
For you’re so sweet
U need no additive
Loving you became an addiction
Never really tasted
Something naturally tasteful
As tasteful as you



Sweet memories,
Glad tidings,
Between us
Can’t forget
Your charming gestures
The way your eyes almost stripped me
Staring at me
Like you want me right now

Till my life’s through
Till I say goodbye
Till I’m forever gone
In my heart you’ll stay

Heartstrings pulling
Body banging
Lips quivering
Goose bumps all over
You’re just the answer
For,
You’re my perfect healing

The Perpendicular X

An unusual thing,
The Perpendicular X,
Just a symbol to most,
Filled with meaning and fortitude.

It tells people in motion,
Judgment is protocol,
Logic and sense, if ignored,
Could lead to a quadrilateral stigma.

To humans in despair,
Hope and righteousness, it possesses,
True, only in the mystical sense,
We know society's smarter than that.

In the world of format,
It's used as additive,
Trying to make something larger than it really is,
Now, is this necessary?

The simple intersection of,
Two indefinite slashes,
Separates the dumb and the smart,
Unfortunately, also the devoted from the ignorant.

(7/84)

Island Girl In the Big City

There was a moment 
in time and space no distance 
can erase when she was standing 
on an island in the middle 
of Times Square, cars whirling around 
from all directions, their Technicolor
taillights additive to Big Apple 
illuminations, and she, 
the conductor of this current 
of motion and light thought she 
was somewhere over the rainbow,
someplace called Manhattan,
imagined since 7 or 8 or 9 or 10,
a crystal country there, where 
some dreams come true 
for a small town girl, her byline, 
a poet of a faraway island 
of no skyline.

Castor Oil Listing Makes Us Well-Sick

Palma Christe Uses
Food additive and flavoring agent no wonder we get sick now
Mold inhibitor agree with this one mold could not survive in its presence
Ingredients in skin care products like lipstick_don't lick those lips so much
Part of the seed contains a potent toxin called ricin which is deadly poison
An infection lingered after doctor's visit
Momma said castor oil the solution
Grape flavored slime
Gag, gag, nausea
Vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit
Cough, cough, cough
Diarrhea all night
Now two illnesses, upset stomach and snotty nose
Thank God no longer used as a medical treatment 
How could anyone give poison to a person anyway  

Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest: The Subject Listing Makes us
Written: May 06, 2014

Anything But Easy

A very clear saying,
Will come across,
Conveniently displaying,

The words to toss,
Be brave right now,
Have a strong sense,
Learn to endow,
A mechanism; defense.

To simplify an additive,
First attempt,
Pick an alternernative,
To past tense; exempt.

Not all plans recieve,
The credit wanted,
Don't get up and leave,
Or within will be haunted.

If a dream starts,
Bombarded from within,
Equipped with the right parts,
Leaving one choice to win.

The talent will show,
Don't fall away,
It's simple to know,
But hard to put into play.

You got it,
Run with it,
Be it,
And don't give up on it.

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