Nothing is sexier, to me,
than the sharpest end
of self-understanding
Your quiet control,
excruciating stare,
command of movement,
voice,
self-direction,
and true intention
You are
where the stage ends
and life begins
Everything else is chaos
The maddening gnats,
the people too,
who never learn direction
or anchored purpose
You make me believe
in possibility!
That I were Clarice!
Your eyes waiting for me,
breaking me down
to the seed of existence!
Hold the muscle of my heart
in your hand
and rename love
“Would you ever say to me stop?”
Must you wound me?
Deviled dogs of Satan's lot
holding me upon raging seas
mouths garbled with sinful froth.
And must you pull my cloak?
Grubby nailed hands grasping
clambering upon my limbs.
Must you torment me?
Foul horned beasts sneer
with glee to fell a wall
that shall not fall.
These walls seem empty now
We cannot quite believe, somehow
That we will never hear your voice again
And now that you have died
Perhaps a little piece of us
Has also died inside
We ask the haunting questions only you can answer
Only you
Cannot answer
For you are gone
And all the answers with you
And we, wondering, are left remembering
The smiling face
The seeming love of life that drove you
To ignore the danger
To try things out
To touch
To taste
To see
And so, with heavy hearts, we say good bye,
And know that, deep within,
We keep a special place for you,
Anthony
I tiptoed near the gulag
This eve of new year.
The gulag
Gagged like a grave yard.
I stooped
And waited.
Midnight
Ungagged the gulag.
I grinned
At the gust of "hapi nu ya!"
A new day
Without the sonorous
Songs of songbirds
And the bustle
Of busy humans and animals.
The sun struggled to rise,
Struggled to shine,
Weighed down
By the dark couds of July.
The clouds unleashed rain,
The rain drenched and drained
Our knapsack of knowledge.
The iron birds
Could no longer fly,
The medicine men,
The medicine women
No longer know
The cure for our illnesses,
Our civilization collapsed.
The rain
Rained in torrents
And drenched our earth
Devoid now
Of our knapsack of knowledge.
'Tis November,
Downpour!
The rain rained in torrents,
Potholes filled with flood,
Automobiles
Snailed their way to and from,
Our climate changed.
The wretched,
Made wretched
By corrupt officialdom,
Famished,
Drenched,
Huddled in makeshift shelters
Bemoaning their sorry state.
The flood transported
Lifeless bodies of street beggars
To the depths of big drains.
The sirens blared,
Indifferent state officials
Driven
To and from nowhere
By daredevil drivers.
My eyes stricken with grief,
My heart heavy with sadness,
Cascade of tears
From my grief stricken eyes.
Weird world evolves,
Weird creatures
Wired to gadgets
Evolve.
They articulate
And gesticulate.
They giggle
And tread
On the trajectories of living.
Their brains brim
With artificial intelligence,
They act like humans.
They are
The artificial humans.
Technology savvy humans
Reconstruct our humanity,
The religionists
Resign to the new humanity,
The ethicists
Seek to etch
Unethical on our minds.
The elasticity of our civilization
Stretches
And stretches,
Our civilization overstretched.
Years to come,
Our civilization
Overstretched,
Will snap.
The healers
Diagnosed the wrong ailment,
They applied the wrong medications,
They insist
On applying the wrong medications,
Their hailers hailed.
The patient relapsed into coma,
Loud murmurs in the land,
Silence,
Silence of the graveyard.
The healers strut,
Pretending to heal,
Their hailers hailed.
The loud murmurs prepare
To erupt into a revolt,
A bloody revolt,
A bloodbath.
The haughty healers
Strut
Pretending to heal,
The patient remains in coma,
Their hailers still hailing.
Dark clouds
Gather over our land
Like Damocle's sword,
Threatening to slay
The guilty and the innocent.
The healers still strut
Pretending to heal,
The patient remains in coma,
Their hailers are still healing.
They massed on the square,
The army of the masses.
Fists clenched,
Brandishing few swords
And few guns.
Not garbed in combat gears
Chanting war chants.
They advanced upon
The fighting force
Of the deep states
Garbed in full combat gears,
Fist fight ensued.
The fist fight
Turned into a sword fight,
The sword fight
turned into a gun fight.
The fighting force
Of the deep states
Vanquished
The army of the masses,
Melancholy enveloped the land.
Justice and equity
Became prisoners of war,
Accountability became victim of war.
Deprivation
Became companion of the people.
The deep states
Without conscience
Clicked wine glasses
And rode
In siren fitted automobiles.
The roads littered with potholes,
The streets littered with dirts
And emanciated beggars.
On June 7th, 1944
two thousand
six hundred
and eighty-nine people
were on a ship named
Susan B Anthony.
The ship sank off Normandy
in France, and every single
one of these people survived.
What could have been a disaster
was a June miracle.
In winter's chill, memories weigh heavy
A sorrow deeper than words can convey
Lost in the echoes of a silent cry
My baby son, a star in the sky
The festive lights, a bitter reminder
Of a love that time couldn't be kinder
In this season of joy, my heart bears the ache
Yearning for moments only memories can make
Through the tears that silently fall
I navigate a world that feels so small
Yet, within the pain resilience grows
A whispered strength, a love that still shows
Though darkness lingers in this time of cheer
Your spirit shines a beacon so clear
In the quiet of night I find solace in tears
For my baby son in my heart, forever near
You’re alone
Have it all
Feel alone, so alone
Don’t know I exist
Look in the mirror
There I’ll be
There’s a flame
Burning yearning
Inside me, inside you
Making love to the mic
Making love in my mind
Such a gentle soul
So much love to give
Twisting turning
Yearning burning
Candles burning, meditate
Call my name
You’ll see me in the flames
Double trouble
Burning in love
Scorpio to Scorpio
Twin flames
My name is anthony gonsalves,
Me duniya me akela hun alone.
Mindy the cat
the queen of cheese mountain
Mindy the cat loved to purr and purr.
when her owner would stroke her Fur.
Mindy loved to be stroked on her head.
She would smile as she slept curled up on her bed.
Mindy would soon fall asleep.
Dreaming of adventures and things to eat.
when Mindy dreamt it took her to an amazing place.
where she was the queen of cheese moon in outer space.
Mindy wore a golden crown and a gown made of silk.
her space men-servants served her milk.
she ruled all of space and all the stars
from planet earth to as far as mars.
Mindy loved to be the queen of cheese moon
She could eat her queendom with a spoon
American Hero, just-the-facts scientist Dr. Anthony Fauci...
shrugs off attacks, death threats; he's never grouchy
Banished from the White House for doing his job.
He now works from home; laughs off fury of GOP mob
Date written: 09/04/2020
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