We Are an Anomaly
Where to begin?
From the beginning, I suppose.
Mom had a cesarian (not really) but was asleep
When I was born.
My birth certificate says I have three older siblings
when I only know of two.
So, where’s my other sibling?
Mom swears I only have two.
Perhaps, my family ancestry is alien in nature.
My brother being a giant and me sister, a genius
And then there’s me . . .
Born with 6 toes on each foot
And Bi-fid thumbs but the right one only had a bone
protruding from the first joint.
I believe I was a Siamese twin connected at the thumbs.
We more than likely were separated way before childbirth
But who really knows. Probably the nurse who filled out my birth certificate.
I survived because I was closest to the placenta.
Anywho, I’ve always felt a presence with me
Or perhaps we switch places from time to time.
Or maybe, we’re both in here, sharing life together.
Sharing dreams.
He's effortlessly effervescent for someone
surrounded by so much darkness
His luminescence envelopes shadows
rendering shade nonexistent
Illumination comes with a price so examine
the method to his Harkness
360 is a wholesome number so both sides
really offer assistance
They say brilliance is borderline madness but
I say they're scared of the epiphany
A litany of excuses exists in spades blocking
the shine of bright ideas
It's over their heads like clouds of ice crystals
waiting to drop precipitously
The sun & moon are light of different kinds but
are conceived from the same idea
I say “Crayola”
Five-year-old behind me says “crayon” as if he is correcting me.
I stare at him.
The old one-two-three teacher stare.
He does not notice.
What makes today's s child think he is on the same level as his teacher?
Am I the anomaly here?
Is it because I am old school?
Is it my age?
All I know is, many children of today
Feel they have the right to correct adults.
And they feel they are not only on our level,
But have surpassed our level.
The mosquito is an anomaly
Its brief life spent in ferocity
Buzzes, stings, draws our blood
~ Revels in tortuosity
Solitude provides artistic solace;
Freedom to behave like a rogue,
showcase the beauty of an anomaly;
An addiction to limelight is the anomaly;
Creative endeavors desire solace
yet are inspired by dancing rogue;
Displaying the heart of the rogue
who’s arrhythmia fuels this anomaly
stabilized within quiet solace;
The poetic solace of this rogue anomaly.
No matter what my politics
It’s just one part of me.
We each possess a bag of tricks;
It’s no anomaly
That I can write a perfect rhyme
And yet the way I vote
May contradict your views so I’m
Not worth the poems I wrote.
Let’s judge each other on our work
Despite our own beliefs
For underneath our words may lurk
Encompassing motifs.
A mutual respect requires
Acceptance of divides
And sometimes, one that one admires
Walks with different strides.
Imagine that!
A laconic and diffident High School kid
Who suddenly has a voice whenever he's used
As target practice. He chucks back grenades
Lobbed at him by bullies. And waits no time
Airing his grievances as payback
Bravo, kid, bravo! Rock on, with your bad self!
Date written and posted: 06/18/2019
Anomaly About A Trump Monopoly
About Trump, I was writing an anomaly;
On everything he does have a monopoly;
With possessed,
He is impressed;
Each result of book was done so sloppily.
Jim Horn
relationship
anomaly
not easily
classified
into black or
white terms
within a
neat little box
tied up with a
ribbon of
commonality
A lobster party at sundown or daybreak isn't the type of place a dressed crab would wish to be. Googly eyed palates. Lustfully sought worldwide. Peeled layers. Opulence on an opaque rug. And a ritual in flames. Piotous but portly. Risky but raided. Traded. Deals discussed on holographic pathways. Determine not a bean by its legs as many legs many hands many heads. So tread lightly then in a bruising storm. Cut cute chop crisp. And a full length skirt swishing on an ant woman. In a big big house. Water not a fountain with a bending statue if a man. Stonepiece time wheel. Gateways. Inner. Crunch crunch then car. Hahahaha but no hahahaha as this isn't a hahahaha story. That is for the bee transition. Xxxxx statiturisation z z z anomie
Unfathomable number of crystals like in kaleidoscope
With neural flame they are beyond any scope
The celestial mists to them elope
They expand as much as they themselves can stope
Unimaginable
It is the essence of the soul that is spectral
Anomaly in that spirit is as beautiful as shining opal
It is spawning of the spectrum of out ethereal crystal
The reflection of the visage of it in mirror appears
To open it takes special skills where this world to next one adheres
As towards the essence one nears
The anomaly in full absolute bloom unveils itself at frontiers
There is a wonderful anomaly
A plague that reaps my mind
A tumor I cannot find
A poisonous obsession drowning me
A deep and vile insanity
This anomaly is you
All this pleasure has me overdue
All this pressure that I've been through
It locks itself tightly and depraves
And illuminates so brightly in my dark conclave
My mind itches for a feeling
Your healing, more specifically, so appealing
And like the shining moon
It shines over the terror that is so deeply strewn
And turns the dark into day
In the most illustrious and beautiful way
Rolling through a bloody mess,
my master died alone no less.
His mercy was indeed a lie,
he said I lived but now will die.
His hand was swift with a mighty stroke,
within a thought my life was broke.
Oh how I lived, and he knew not,
but now I lay...my life to rot.
No foot, nor hand could move a limb,
Three days old and no sign of him.
And then he came at my wits end,
With strength alone I cant defend.
He lift me up and broke my jaw,
Just to laugh as I hit the floor.
He took a blade and made a fist,
stabbed his flesh, his vein, his wrist.
Now you're dead and now you're mine,
drink from me and you'll be fine.
I could not stand my masters site,
I killed him quick with my own bite.
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