I hope he makes you feel at home
hope it’s sweet when he’s singing you songs
I’m sorry I choked chewing on
my own tongue for too long
You’ve moved out
and moved on
Making vacancy space inside my arms
but there’s something I’m still clung on
Vagabond who can’t wander on
or let go of that glimmer of home
I wasn’t living in love
but I was somewhere so close
Does he listen when you’re silent?
Does he watch you as you sleep?
Is it everything we were supposed to have?
I can’t help but feel like the trick’s on me
You said
he makes you feel
like magic.
and I transcended, disappearing from the picture
as I imagined your passion
watched
my love story
col lapse
in
to
trag
edy
in a second
and a half.
Categories:
and other, angst, heartbreak, imagery, imagination,
Form: Free verse
The air turned black all around me and the fear truly set in. The darkness is surrounding. Who's to know what lies within? The voices spin, dizzying in my head. They repeat all those words to me. All the words they said are closer than memory. As my blood runs out, the darkness swirls around me. My wrists stop shaking, and I die soundly.
Categories:
and other, anti bullying, bullying, suicide,
Form: Free verse
My wife's housekeeping skills are lackluster.
For getting things done, I just can't trust her.
And her oven runs too hot,
and the sole besom she's got
flies only between Salem and Custer.
I caught that crass, old man on the moon
sneak a peak at my naked wife, June.
In anger, I discussed the matter
with my good friend, the mad hatter,
who said, "Ignore. He's just a buffoon."
When it came to the art of rappin',
this kid knew how to make it happen.
The scenes of a dark apocalypse
that gushed forth from his wet, stormy lips
had all souls standing around clappin'.
I'm not that smart; I'm not a wizard.
I have the brain of one, small lizard.
I'm not astute.
I don't compute.
So, mamma always says,"Thank God you're cute."
Categories:
and other, dad, daughter, humor, love,
Form: Limerick
My lot in eternity is to forever gather dust.
And I agree.
For the way I lived my life, that's probably just.
But I'd so hoped for a task
were at least part of the ask
was to do something fruitful with the excess of my lust.
I asked this whiz of divinity,
"What's heaven like for infinity?"
He said, "Each day, we adore the Lord,
as we partake of His smorgasbord,
then hang with the Holy Trinity.
Categories:
and other, fate, humor, judgement, lust,
Form: Light Verse
Completeness
May appear
Incomplete..
The incomplete
Already
Complete...
Freedom
Is already
Not confined..
But may appear
As our
Confinement...
Longing
May appear as
The experience
Of wanting...
Categories:
and other, beauty, wisdom, words,
Form: I do not know?
How far from earth are heaven and hell?
And which way do you go to get there, pray tell?
Did God create a GPS for the soul?
Or did he give little devils or angels the role
to escort you to the place where for eternity you'll dwell?
It was so hot, my nose melted off my face.
It was so hot, my blistered feet got fused in place.
It was so hot because of an infernal fire
that God eternally stoked to fulfill his desire
to flash fry those who'd refused to be in a state of grace.
If not for this fence, there'd be no shade,
and we'd be burning up watching this hellscape parade
of hellhounds and lizards ~
and three-headed wizards ~
and griffins with gross gizzards ~
making the little kiddies afraid.
Categories:
and other, god, heaven, journey, religious,
Form: Light Verse
(Dzachuka Tibet, summer of 2017)
The Madness of the Crowd and Other Popular Delusions
The crowd is always prone to madness
Since reaction as a herd in danger
Demands conformity without reason.
The fact we live in a time of madness
Is nothing new or unusual,
Relative Reality after all being
Merely a conspiracy of relatives.
But sometimes it seems it’s all now extra crazy
As traditional boundaries break down
And everyone is free to think and say
And increasingly do whatever they want.
The ascendency of gender dysphoria
And acceptance, even celebration
Of child mutilation
Being a case in point.
But the fact is, we live in a world of illusion
Which the madness and delusions of the crowd
Is merely attempting to adapt to,
As all our perceptions and thoughts filter through
A mind which can do no other than interpret and distort.
These are the tools we are given,
A mind and body hardwired to survive
In a world of illusion, thus adapted
To the point of expertise with spinning illusions.
It’s not our fault, but instead our destiny
To find a way through
Out of the Cave of Unknowing
Into the Space
Of a land before time.
(12/6/24)
Categories:
and other, life, perspective, spiritual,
Form: Narrative
Hans Staten explorer in 1557 was at large!! And into the Amazon he did
Barge..He was sion taken as a prize..To be cooked and eaten
Later..No lies.) It took all his ingenuity, and our God the only Creator.)
To be the survivor.' And an escaper, of such really vile capers.'
He had to sing a merry song..? That they taught him while he
Waited long (it went now! here comes your meal.) Or close enough
Narrated i feel' in reading you'll be quite enlightened.!! And learn of other religions.' Of pagan deity and how that affected some people
A bit frightening..? And religions? anyway..) Its a cultural feast.' to
Put away.' in this you may; choose (how you will banquet?) On the sacrifice of Jesus.? Or you could go by these green gods; rule sets?
You choose.' And they are now again
Reviving? As the davosites have reset, or re-started? devising.? Just have a read about dear Hans; before you. And real sanity are parted Oh lands!.. Reminice of
Those oak leaves? on ss lapels..And repeat after watching
At least' 10 million peoples hell? That some experiments didn't really go
That well.'
Categories:
and other, education,
Form: Rhyme
A fly that always evades us.
We are in a rush.
With no time to kill a fly.
One that is already about to die.
So we leave it to land on the sink.
We leave the house to get away and think.
Flys, wasps, and other horrible things.
Are what the outdoors seem to bring.
We always get a swarm.
Which happens when it’s warm.
Opening the screen drives me mad.
Why are the mosquitoes so bad?
Why is it never a pretty butterfly?
Why is it only the gross bugs that get inside?
Centipedes and spiders.
I don’t like either.
But when I see a fly in a web…
Maybe some bugs are better instead.
Categories:
and other, butterfly, insect,
Form: Rhyme
here’s a brief poem I wrote many years from now
and hopefully some time ago when a piece of chocolate
is slowly melting, stealing my tongue
during an incredible gobsmacking movie scene
I might write this poem again
Categories:
and other, chocolate, film, fun, happiness,
Form: Free verse
The Woman Who Could Eat Wood & Other Stories is a gathering of dark-serious, funny, and emotional poems/stories showing people, hybrids, and objects born different. In their eyes, and to the normal, they’re born useless to the world – weird outsiders who try to make use of themselves with various degrees of success and failure (some die).
Categories:
and other, humor,
Form: Rhyme
You holding hands with my loneliness
Your place
The thief in my bed
The beggar in my dreams
Nothing sweet will ever belong to me
I'm at odds with the life I'm permanently renting
But you
I'll let you steal my pain, paint my face with a skin numbing smile
Losing track of time
Devotedly logged in to your stratosphere
Eyes longing to close held open by the promise of this pleasure, the feeling of you running through my mind
A love so divinely pure
Our hands will only meet through the screen
Categories:
and other, art, humanity, inspirational love,
Form: Free verse
The Gospels
And other writings
Are narratives of
Life as seen
Through the lens of
Separation..
Includes the possibility
Of a new narrative
Of the empty nature
Of all appearances of
Separation...
Categories:
and other, jesus, words,
Form: Light Verse
("Untitled - The Eye of Jihad", 2019, original encaustic)
Love is Love - and other absurd truisms
“Love is love” is like “Follow your bliss”
a way to deflect the moral agency
and subsequent consequence of our desires
with vague equivalency.
It’s like all love and bliss is somehow equal,
which is absurd.
What if my bliss comes from destroying yours?
Or I love abducting, raping, slicing and dicing
then barbecuing
the infant you love…?
Where is the moral equivalence?
This is why the Golden Rule sounds great
up until you are up against a masochist.
And the world today is apparently filled with masochists.
But it’s all good…
At least it feels good,
to think we are all the same, all equal
in what we love and cherish.
The truth is we aren’t.
We may all be made of the same dust,
but that doesn’t make us equal.
Meanwhile the world turns,
a hit soap-opera
in its nth season
spinning relentlessly
a veritable Wall of Death
which in its shocking extreme
delivers some kind of perverse pleasure.
It may not be bliss,
or even what we love,
but it’s certainly captivating.
(11/1/23)
Categories:
and other, extended metaphor, society, today,
Form: Narrative
Have you ever had a Christmas Tea?
I used to say, "It's not for me"
'Til recently, I tried it, see
Turns out it's the best I've had
See, I never liked hot drinks at all
I much prefer cold, in the fall
I order iced, in sizes tall
But this one isn't bad
It smells like citrus in the house
While the radio plays Strauss
Nothing's moving, not a mouse
Eyes open, just a tad
Categories:
and other, christmas, drink,
Form: Rhyme
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