Twice around the world he sped
pursuing madness, folly
Unrequited lover he
denied, his desperate volley
Once ignited, passions roused
flames obey no limits
Wildfires scorch the tender earth
unbridled desire's afterbirth
Mother
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Mother?
the cold and the dark rushed in
Absent only for the briefest of moments
That separated her from us
the total eclipse of the sun
She's not really gone
It is then that we begin to
understand our complete dependence on
Our Mother
and Her wondrous power
to create and order the energies
that nurture us
To hold in her orbit the immense
balled up masses of her afterbirth
her own creations
Our Mother blinks
and then we wonder at her awesome power
to hold us in her gaze.
In the cooling darkness
a portal opens up to view the ever more
wondrous universe
in which our Mother lives
and dances as a child
around the place of her birth
Traveling
Across the globe
it is amazing to feel the vastness of Her planet
One day becomes another
One day lasts forever
It is amazing
to feel the vastness
of our planet and travel around the globe
But how much greater to witness
our transit across the universe
unveiled in the shadows of Mother's smile
Mother's smile.
I could fill a bottle with air,
sunken by liquid depression.
A matter so densely populated.
by false hope and worthless thoughts.
I cower to my need to feel this way,
for this was the path I chose.
and this is the shoe I must eat.
God be damned, and I damned me.
So yes, I'll be having another,
and another, and another,
until the floor quakes.
under the pressure of shattered glass.
and the walls give in to my blows.
And F you for saying a word to stop me.
Don't you know who I am?
You are the son of Adam,
and I am the afterbirth, less than.
Earth can't decompose me.
because I don't deserve the mercy of death.
So, my heart will pump and my liver will fill
and this darkness will swallow me.
until I am nothing but matter.
enveloped by all things vile.
Leave me alone while I shiver.
Forget about me as I remember.
Go back toward the light,
for I will be forever lost.
Yes, Science Fiction rules,
Predicting our futures,
Viral phobias flooding,
Survival of our immunes,
Building vertical holds sway,
Hi-rise farms beyond,
Atmosphere blown afar,
Surrogate wombs,
Artificial recycling,
Afterbirth of our tribe,
Robotic thought police,
Digital implants, no brains,
Real time, or not,
Are we there yet?
Vibrating light
Creating sound
Resisting LOVE
When TRUTH is found
Resilient music
Bouncing the rafters
Building sandcastle dreams
In Happily Ever Afters
Mourning the loss
Of passing Earth
Clinging tight
To the afterbirth
Process is unyielding
As breathe comes to life
The cord of uncertainty
Breaks the firing ice
No line in unity
Every work complete
As TRUTH is unveiled
Washing Salvation’s feet
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-26-2023
Finally, Wise Men did show,
They lost Bethlehem, you know,
Their queens did wait,
Moronics arrived bit late,
They forgot to deliver the afterbirth,
Now there's no Peace on Earth,
"I don't want any more pets!"
No Mary ever said, but yet,
Peace on Earth would be great
For our human race, anticipate!
The living mindscape.
Virtues stage, showing colors.
Painting the belief.
Sculpted in truth's form.
A resurrect, re birthing.
A glorious seed.
Sunlight on our skin.
The kiss of destiny's plan.
Shining in fullness.
Wade through trials' fires.
Follow through the mire.
Wishing, stokes desires.
Thinking in silence.
Genuflecting what makes sense.
Sending confidence.
Someone to share it.
Truly a gift sent from God.
Unwrapped hearts with strings.
In living color.
The world shows a designer.
Of a designing.
Urging urgently.
Wind carries sounds, just a taste.
As my mind swallows.
The intentional.
Inventional-convention.
Dire introspection.
Showing Cause, Aeffects.
Righteousness spell dialect.
Never, derelict.
Afterbirth of hope.
Placenta in the remains.
Gives us its growth pangs.
A beautiful way.
It has its way to premise.
In living promise.
In living color.
The Holy Spirit sends it.
Wisdom to gather.
The visceral pains were sharp, stinging and stern!
She swallowed them, in the bloody biting bitterness.
The gory talons of the fat obstetricians hung loose,
Ready to clamour for the afterbirth, salivating like hungry female canines.
“Think of the baby,” said the stony-hearted, vampire-looking hag;
Whose fat mouth dripped blood.
Back home, a shrieking owlet flew over her husband’s hut.
A strange whirlwind shot through the door, and tore the roof atwain.
The news broke: she had gone mortis gestationalis!
The evil child had popped out his left leg first, in protest;
And had strangled mama with its hands - from inside!
It was not about the flat-tyred ambulance.
The drunken doctor,
Who stored his equipment at Mama Phina’s bar, was not to blame.
Neither was it about the theft of sanitisers and lignocaine,
Nor was it about the leaking roofs;
And the stench all around.
It was the craving for sweet blood and tender baby flesh!
William Smelly lay snug in his grave,
As we lowered the two caskets to their final resting place.
One carried a dysfunctional human factory,
And the other was empty.
flying in the air
like fairies ghosts and phantoms ---
tales of autumn
celestial physiques
symbols of sun moon and stars ---
snowy vibrations
fluxy flow of life
birth and afterbirth aligned ---
cotton umbrella?
08 October 2022
CRYING FOETUS
Hearing through the ears of my mother’s skin;
the voice of confusions rushing like waters on the earth; am coming to stay.
Crying in the womb of my mother; tears becomes my milk;
I Cried for my endangered life hearing;
From my mother’s complains; complains of hardship and,
unsafe world awaiting me.
As the river flow on the rock and the waterfall cry ; advising me to stay,
She cried for God’s provision when I come.
In my helplessness, the womb pushed me out into this world of endless sorrows.
I am crying for the sorrowful life am coming to live, and endured.
Crying for the danger of rape;
if am female; and, if am male, struggle continues till I return.
When I remembered my turning around in the womb,
Which one is better; to return, or to face reality of the pains;
The pains to pay my father’s debts, pains to renovate his old building;
Or the pains to cope with heartless Leaders.
Stop crying, said my afterbirth; return, if you can’t cope.
- Pastor Alfred Brown.
On site of this forgotten Babylon
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in this annihilated place
What strange creature’s kin
to inhuman race
Dwell deep in antediluvian hells
Uncanny things creep
and scurry in forgotten realms
where Poseidon reigns in dark
crumbling cathedrals built
to worship cryptic gods from
outer voids darkest empires
What hell is this of undiscovered divinities
Babylon burns as nations
of man conspiring to touch
the face of an imperfect god
sink to depths deeper undefined
What afterbirth of leviathan
hide in secret chambers
plot damnation to human minds
insanities spawn monstrosities
that doom mens soul and break their realities
In sight of this forgotten Babylon
Along a desolate Mesopotamian shore
What powerful unrecorded species
dwell with in this annihilated place
Where strange creatures akin
to the human race
Dwell deep in antediluvian hells
Ode to Lovecraftian lore…
She left this ragged realm a couple of chapters back.
Every once in a while, she visits me via dream.
More often than not, the visions are troubling:
contorted limbs
tortured faces
deviant positions
melting foyers of mayhem...
caresses like cobalt
walkways dead-ending
into brambles of soul death.
Attempts to nestle into her dream heart
always coming up shy...
Much like what happened in real life.
I wonder if she was left outside those gates of happiness again...
Poor little orphan girl dancing with her storms.
Circling the drain even in the afterbirth of life.
July 5th*the afterbirth of fireworks in my head
Silence
Ivory clouds
amber sky
Glow grow billowing empires sores
over jaded oceans
ride the thermals
to see the jagged
black beaches crystal waves
Run
I cast my vision above
the clouds are dreams
Surreal serene awoke in my inner eyes
reflects the fires
of a secret divinity
the ray of a newborn star
sparkling in the infinity
washing out all in the afterbirth
humanities doom comes
along the horizon
I see the fiery seam rushing onward
ivory clouds
amber sky
A seagull sores
I my eyes turn in ward
as the thermals ride
my mine dreams infinity
I have returned
as the infernal Suns
brake
in the amber skies
drift clouds ivory and white
a moment caught in the flash....
The living landscape.
Natures stage, showing poems.
Painting the canvas.
Sculpted in true form.
Lifes' canopy, its' awning.
A naked portrait.
Sunlight on our skin.
The kiss of destiny's plan.
Shining in fullness.
Wade through times' passing.
Wallow in magical mists.
Wishing, stoking fires.
Thinking in silence.
Smelling smoke from the chimneys.
Sending memory.
Someone to share it.
Truly a gift sent from God.
Unwrapped hearts with strings.
In living color.
The world shows a designer.
Of a designing.
Urging urgently.
Wind carries sounds, just a taste.
As my mind swallows.
The intentional.
Inventional-convention.
The entire spectrum.
Showing Sun and Moon.
Under great blue enchantment.
Gaia is with child.
Afterbirth of rain.
Placenta in the remains.
Gives us nourishment.
A beautiful day.
It has its way to renew.
In living color.
In living color.
The Holy Spirit sends us.
Dreams from Our Father.
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