In This World,
Hath man e'er will'd his own will?
Hath the genial face grow agen in age or otherworldly experience?
Why hath Man wield his sword before his word?
Why, Man must shield the wounds his words wield.
Why hath Man cradle his own wounds in the cocoon of the worlds's cruelty?
Why, Man must man-handle his own begrudged drudgery.
Man must descend to fight his inner transcendental entities,
For Man to ascend beyond the outer transcendental obscenities.
Wilt man e'er fight f'more than the thrill?
Before man will only go for the kill.
K.M.P
3//7//2026
you
are the
love song my
soul never seeks,
for your lyrics live
in the constant chorus
where a poet bleeds desire,
and wistful nightingales covet
the silent dreams of a witching rose,
tracing starry wrinkles of lonely skies ~
while I hear your heart hum hibiscus hymns
to the frost moon and the smitten breeze,
as I subtly kiss the cadence
of an opera octave,
orchestrating a dusk
of finger-pressed hope
O beloved,
hold my night
when hurt
drowns
the
voice of
mystery ~
a violin
verse between venom
and Venus, blind to our
truth, we are the warriors,
the Valkyries and Berserkers,
reborn from diamonds of devotion,
a musical storm of Norse wilderness...
After berserkers violated, nonviolent, virtuous, souls
residing in Ireland's verdant vales,
victims vented their intense disliking of the vile, vicious,
violent, vikings by valiantly fighting back victoriously.
uncivilized mobs
political berserkers
Liberty sheds tears
Do you know how many lives you have changed,
how many lives you’ve completely rearranged?
You two are miracle workers,
Without you, we would be berserkers.
You are lifesavers,
Come on now, you could be mayors.
Clouds crowded together
Cramming shoulders blue sparks
Snapping lightning glaring searching
For someone or something to rain on
Twisting and boiling in angry gray clumps
The wind of their thrashing exploding on trees
They race with abandon berserkers in rage
Tearing and thrashing thunderous crashing
Blindly headlong as they wage
War on the world they engage
Bent on destruction they riot and roar
Without thinking or reason
Rebellious and bilious
Unruly and wild to the core
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