this is a comma ,
this is an apostrophe '
this is an ampersand &
and this is an asterisk *
Melted in the background of the forefront of my mind
Thinking about all of the thoughts I've left far behind
Now everything within my head seems so very intertwined
The asterisk by the questions of answers I'll never find
Interference is what confuses my once solid mental state
Fear is the illusion that my enemies illustrate
Unbalanced in tortured abuses that echo and reverberate
Evidence seems inconclusive but not open for debate
Inhumane acts to humanity just a subject to be tested
Mind raped in profanity every part they have molested
Actions of complete insanity why was I even selected
The power of my anatomy has been tortured and arrested
V2K, silent sound, no touch torture, gang stalked target
How to fight those who always walk on Blood Red Carpet
bmdavey@10/6/24
Living one's truth comes with an asterisk
Beware of the judgment of minor decisions
Look to the sky for the clarity not yet found
Jump at the opportunity to reach unseen heights
Laugh at those who find you comical
For the company you attract may not be your type
Your light is the opposition of one's divine purpose
Negative emotions slide and slither about
To shed the burden of complacency, is an act uncommon to man
Individuality in duality
Worry not what they call you, but rather what you answer to
This just in,
earth is careening toward an asterisk,
speeding toward a footnote,
alien podiatrists are monitoring.
Elephants have moved in-land
refusing interviews to the press.
In other news,
sinkholes have been rescued
from children’s ears.
Cyclonic swirls of pelicans
have created a weather front
scientists are stumped.
Excuses from discredited experts
have been spotted
escaping back to Beijing.
Nothing may actually be true
except for the asterisks,
these random star-shaped symbols
are always a tease, a risk,
Someone might misinterpret them,
call them misinformation.
I kiss your risks
Cheerfully without singled
One out in asterisk
As we romantically mingled
I play your ball
Joyfully on an away pitch
Yet, you never reject any of my calls
Or dramatically snub me for the rich.
I fly your flight
Emotionally without copilot
Despite the watcher's awful fright
Quietly watching to act like Pilate
Pure happiness rents my cheek
Whenever you come around
Bathing in your graceful creek
To energize the pale smiles joy abounds
The password I decode
Remains unexplored
Till morrow outmode
My ever gallant warlord
Truly, love changed me
Trying out the best logic
Tracking details about our wee
Most of which are on academic
My attitudes are dying
Of thy presence in loneliness
Your gratitude are spying
My fortitude in weariness
Master of my mind
Your absence gets it blind
As the queen of your heart
This poem pens you an everlasting art
The dusts have my faith in you sagged,
Simply on fake comradeship dragged;
Everything now A Big Fool’s Risk,
Smiling back A Big Asterisk…
Chats which last week smoothed my brow
Now what I fear could yield a row
With the effortless speed of Ease
Or A Morning Wind’s generous breeze:
A host about which I would boast,
Your released glass of water toast,
Now someone to The Worst wish
And make sure I ate not his dish…
Try I do to reject a friend,
When sure I am it is the end;
The Dusts have barred a thousand things,
The Marred away flown with wrecked wings.
Not sure in what light I’m taken,
Benefit of doubt much shaken,
No waiting for Mending Angel
It might be a waiting for jail.
it seems
to me that
your asterisk
is breathing
or at least
taking a
breath
except
mine is
subjective
to certain
subjects
that are
willing to
subject me
NOW
slowly
breath in
and
out
and
in
and
*
.......out
i asked her
about her
asterisk
she turned
around and
confronted
me
blocking
that which
what i
was look
ing at
then she
turned
back
around
and bent
down look
ing at me
with her
cyclops
eye
butt i
closely
upon closer
examination
found her's
was more
of an or
ifice for
it seemed to
be breathing
more like a
mouth
so i french
kissed her
right then
and right
there
a colon
is cool
and a
semi
colon is
half better
but god
forbid
since
so many
things
are
forbidden
that though
god created
poetry
soup has
overridden
the all
almighty
that though
a woman poet
who gets it
monthly
can't in
a title
use
what is
to be
con
sidered
to be a
special
character
introducing not
the asterisk but
the maybe
hated
period
.
.
.
"Stop for a moment and consider,
What your life can deliver
If not bound by fate,
And the victories it negates
For it implies not taking risk,
Complacency it’s gift
No path towards greatness,
Just everyday sameness
Fate is merely accepting,
Without initiating
An outcome,
However it’s done
Consider your passions,
To understand your mission
Chasing dreams and following your heart,
Will overcome fate from the start
It’s called destiny,
If you believe
In its power to overcome fate,
Is the same power to make your life great
So take a calculated risk,
Because no life should have an asterisk
To never have tempted fate,
An eternity, you will regretfully contemplate
Only a first step is required,
Towards a life you desire
Where possibilities and dreams come true,
All you need, is to believe in you
The landmark was given the name
"Exclamation Point," and indeed it became
the most exciting place I'd ever known!
The "parentheses" between us shone
of sun "dashes" splashing
on the "comma" aquamarine.
My fashion "square bracket" charms swayed
like my body stayed in Mark's trustworthy arms.
Our eyes simultaneously met
the first "asterisk" set in the sky, shining brightly.
"Make a wish," he whispered softly,
"and close your eyes tightly."
When I opened my eyes, he was down on one knee!
The "question Mark" asked next
was actually my silent request!
He pulled the "asterisk" from the sky,
and lovestruck eye to eye,
he gently slid it on my consenting finger.
Then suddenly swans graced the stage
like a princess rescue in a storybook page.
We agreed to continue our courtship that day
the "semicolon"ial biblical way.
How difficult it was that magical night,
amidst the "ellipsis" Little Dipper kite,
but we wanted to honor our great Creator.
A longing "period" of three months later,
down a driftwood isle along the same sand
our "carets" met "ampersand" hand-in-hand.
4/19/19
most
folks
have
an asterisk
it usually
looks like
this
*
i've taken
a closer
lick i
mean look
it does
seem to
take on
this shape
butt
it seems to
fluctuate
sensationally
she
always
keeps
hers kept
under
lock and
key not quite
a chastity
belt but a bell
that mentally
rings when my
tongue does
ring
around
the oh so
rosy
Alas when specificity is masked in its duplicity
to temper its intensity it may have a propensity
to touch the edges gently to stimulate us mentally
to hide within the lilting verse a subliminally errant curse
with subtle lines a bit too terse - then again it could be worse
they could insert an asterisk - induce headshaking “tsk tsk tsks”
So when asked to specify, I try, I try, I truly try
to force my words into “the norm”, confine my ink, make it conform
and yet it flows – a violent storm, from deep within a whirlwind born
a spinning, loud and raucous horn wailing from a pen pricks thorn
howling in both joy and pain, ranting at both sun and rain
sitting ‘tween tracks rusted stain waving to life’s passing train.
The trick - to call a word a word - not split it with poetic sword
claim it left us empty, bored or thrilled, awakened, reassured
the trick – to let the words find us to chip away our readers rust
outwit our “learned” poets crust, open our hearts and slowly trust
that in its harsh simplicity it stabs with cold specificity
at the edges of rigidity and the barriers ‘’tween you and me.
John G. Lawless
©3/29/2019
I’m not a fan of censorship
But there should be no risk
When writing of a body part
To use an asterisk.
When not used as a swear-word,
Which might garner a tsk-tsk,
A mention of a tush should not
Require an asterisk.
We’re grown-ups here and therefore
Criticism should be brisk
When chosen words are censored:
Shove it up your asterisk!
Whisper Quiet Blanket
All Surroundings are Crystal White,
Soft, Beautiful, Silence,
Nestled in Flakey Fall from Sky's Height,
Each Patterned *Asterisk* by Science Is,
Unique, A "Nes", Not Man's Hand in Sleight,
G-d Granting A World of Quiescence,
Interlude from the Usual Freight,
Calling for Wonder of Nature's Essence,
Our Vulnerability & Fate We Appreciate,
Munchkins Roll Balls into Snowmens,
That We Can Humbly Emulate,
Accept A Loss of Control, Our Fences & Pens,
Before It's Too Late, See We're Inadequate!
Reflect: We're Not Roosters but Hens ...
********
Note: Nes is Hebrew for Miracle
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