When it's me for you to get blind
Ehat else you'd have to see in this era
Inhuman
I saw one as to be dead
In front one blink of my eyes
What else even could be expected!
Sophistication
Mad was I in order
To have a simple thought process
Shivery
Soul at its’ peak and rupturing there
And one day it’ll die together with
Annoying?!
large black
eyes
dreamy&
seductive
in potent simplicity
betoken
distraction
eyez
a poetry
ephemeral detail
obscure
yet
revealed
burning deep
a femme
fatale
of desire
in erotic
overtones
in an
eternal
instant
NOTE also see my ekphrasis on Berthe herself 'IMPRESSIONS thru the glass 'ceiling'
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Set fire to our mothers' graves,
frenetic genetics is all the rave,
give "Yesterday" a parting wave,
reeling feelings now enslaved.
Exchange a useless past for "Now",
the Broken Tablets, the Golden Cow.
Feel the breeze, the chill, the bone,
bow to Nothing, burn the throne.
Low chants that leave no hollow echo,
betoken the trim of New Age deco.
Holding flames against the rain,
condemned to repeat, we start again.
What a horrible ruin
Vows falsely spoken
Love's most terrible tune
Heart and vows broken
Vows broken too soon
Joy has escaped, stolen
A night's dark-dull moon
Love's most bitter token
Sad day, sad afternoon
Tears and blood betoken
Love, a scary baboon.
Sky POET
Floating o'er smooth seas of unhampered trust,
The datelines became all important, a must,
The professional ethic is passed as nuisance,
In the 90’s no one cared to check, or ever since.
Broadcast good, bad or ugly, never mind,
Terrible, fake, unchecked, whatever kind,
Announce the authenticity by being embedded,
The info got censored, tailored, always vetted.
Newsless stories, political agenda got divulged,
Stakeholders chipped-in, CEO’s pockets bulged,
Let’s not distract the narrative, bore and unreal,
Let’s not overreact, heads down, as we kneel.
They cannot depress but announce betoken word,
Never mind, the nonsense that borders with absurd,
Surprise, their days aren’t over for we’re soft,
As they continue their “float-over-seas” waft.
Heavily broken our love is but a token,
from words left unspoken, you ruin me.
Your vow betoken my soul is now oaken,
as I'm left heartbroken, you don't seem to see.
My world has gone gray with these games that you play,
the price that I pay, as my mind fills with doubt.
You've lead me astray, but I can't stay away.
There's nothing more to say, so please, let me out.
In another life, maybe, you and me
could possibly be, but now the pain's ceaseless.
Just set me free and perhaps you will see,
worlds apart are we, yet, you leave me ...speechless.
08/15/2019
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Atlanta! Atlanta!
People laid out in the street,
dying, diseased, and broken,
poets in old Atlanta
found few words betoken
what none would read out loud.
Scattered in blood soaked streets,
torn body parts and brains,
human devastation,
none like nature's wrath rains,
what none should see unshroud.
Bodies hung in the streets,
smeared with mud and blood,
uncivilized civil war,
more grim than Billy Budd,
what none could sing too proud.
Again, afresh, with each new sunlight ray
Yet again/once more, over 'n over I pray
I think and write all long day
Ahhh!.. another encore into a universe
Of poetic chance to identify with verse
It may have a new kind of effect
In the rhymes, I per·fect
Or has many lines that were select
With the kind of words unique
Betoken of being sweet 'n offbeat
Designing, framing, beautiful rhymes, forthwith
And have them read to other wordsmith
And possibly make them beam 'n grint
Makes my poetic utopian event
Being worth the time 'n effort spent
As i begin the journey once again
I picked someone after the bloody rain
Ambiguous treated me with disdain
releasing wounds from diagram of pain
The frailty i saw is compared to feign
Please betoken all my trust you must gain
Extreme discomfort you made me insane
Wish i am strong but im weak and so drained
I cannot forget my frangible brain
The brutal ax is killing me again
Fathomless turmoil forever remains
Love is obstinate so hard to sustain
Perhaps a true love will never complain
Inquisitive heart always unchain
But my shattered heart can never restrain
So tired to carry the basket of pains
Crimson heart pendant
Betoken of a promise
Shattered in the floor
As swain boat sunked in the sea
Breaking ties of true love bond
4-5-2016
Red roses wristlet
Orange roses boutonniere
As betoken of
The countryside espousal
Of two souls becoming one
3-11-2016
While walking barefoot
In the pellucid beach sand
Appeared in the mind
Glimpse of the kindred spirit
Betoken of destiny
3-1-2016
JULIET
Your long black hair, set in a velvet bow
Your well set shoulders tell me all I know
That you and I are no betoken age
As you take your bounding place upon my stage
So glad your grace, so lovely you of limb
That counting clans of discord does not dim
Your radiant eye, your gentleness of touch
Which show how I need you and how much
I read your looks with love in every line
Dream all night, and in your arms incline
Such gentleness and looseness all is won
Our beleaguered families need you as a sun
So much so, that you and I are all
The world needs to cleanse it of its gall.
The stories you have heard, sharing a bond between souls and companions.
The dances you have danced, lighting a friendship with every celebration.
The songs you have sung, harmonizing a spirit inside this wondrous land.
You the ash wood, the catlinite, you the porcupine quills and feathers.
You are the one who betoken the wolves, the lizards, and the black bears.
The smoke flows through your stem to my lungs as the wind flows through your feathers. You the ash wood, the porcupine quills and feathers, which elucidate the wolf.
You allow us partake in rituals, which reinforce our beliefs.
You remind me of the hardships I have gone through, the fight, the struggles.
You emphasize the joy and memories we have had together.
Take me to the content waves on lakes and the moon shining upon them.
Ease my pain, relieve me from my destitution, let me dispatch my ache.
Your smoke fills my lungs as I breathe in deeply, then to relax once more
Releasing the translucent swirls to soar in the midst of the starry atmosphere.
We see but a sliver
Of golden gleams,
We see but a sliver
Of prophetic dreams,
We see but a sliver
Of many terrific things,
We see but a sliver
Of his graceful wings;
For these heavenly things,
God asks eyes fully open
To see and then betoken
Others to see a sliver
More, of that golden river.
-See the dreams of demon's so easily as we lay unconscious. Pray you wake up before the nightmares begin.
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