In my wake, if i were to awaken,
O' wakeful wonder to wrench mine withered eyes
Aware'f the withering summer haze
Out in my bright eyed future, out in my cross toe'd path
Pompous poppies t'prop mine withering body
Lest f'saken soil shall chance this chance and enwrap thy very soul
Whole, wholly in unholy disrepair
Where thy feet ne'er make a pair
In my wake, where bottomless bile surely shalln't sate,
Grace be with grace whereth fate form'd nigh near'r thy hate
voracious, inherent, timbered'n barrels
Embedded beneath thy bedded tomb t'ferment
Fraught feminal petticoats bed thy bones'n skin, t'sit within
Barrelled quarrels quashed'n quaint fricatives,
T'lace these afaced wicked motives.
Foot befitting feet b'fore foolish faces reverberate foolish vows
F'petty petticoats liven' lieu'f laced love.
In my latent wake,
Tend t'the petty posies
T'prop mine body
Towards th'lascerating ladle'f love,
And into th'deepening dish'f self-hate.
24//8//25
From the outside it might look like my life has improved,
But in spite of how I like to be viewed,
I’ve never had to bite my tongue as often as I have in these last few months.
Just gotta chew on my words like food.
On the Southside of the city view,
The lights on the water shifted reflecting off the choppy grooves,
The night stopped by and gave me an eye.
Like my mother,
Tonight disapproved.
Tomorrow too,
Or at least I’ll assume.
For all the loud fights with myself,
I still feel awfully removed,
Almost asleep behind the lights because living lively is living like a ruse.
Take me as a bite,
Chew on my words for a while,
Spit out the waste as your cheeks grow full.
Taste the bile,
Brew on the thoughts for a while,
Hints of a sorry guile pace meekly on your tongue.
The push,
And the pull.
Neither yesterday with her episodes sad,
Nor dreamy tomorrow in lively linen clad,
Will ever beat the present moment's feel
Of wars won by sheer grit and avid steel.
You’re an irredeemable dunce to look back
And rue or weep over yesterday's lost goal,
Since you’ll for stale tears’ veils fail to see
That today’s wins far dim all old hours’ gall.
None laughs or cries over buried pain,
Save when new rubs old wound relive;
And true lovers instinctively kiss or hug
To still fresh stirs by rogue senses five.
So where's yester-woe's stale sting
In our current moment's first-felt tic?
Isn’t kind Nature's omniscient design
Force enough to ease fate’s icy kick?
Sing me yesterday’s dirges no more,
For today's joys must steal the show!
Neither yesterday with her episodes sad,
Nor dreamy tomorrow in lively linen clad,
Will ever beat the present moment's feel
Of wars won by sheer grit and avid steel.
You’re an irredeemable dunce to look back
And rue or weep over yesterday's lost goal,
Since you’ll for stale tears’ veils fail to see
That today’s wins far dim all old hours’ gall.
None laughs or cries over buried pain,
Save when new rubs old wound relive;
And true lovers instinctively kiss or hug
To still fresh stirs by rogue senses five.
So where's yester-woe's stale sting
In our current moment's first-felt tic?
Isn’t kind Nature's omniscient design
Force enough to ease fate’s icy kick?
Sing me yesterday’s dirges no more,
For today's joys must steal the show!
She was angry with the daughter!
Lost her temper with the father!
Nearly to death, kicked the cat!
Called her only son “a little prat”!
Family was surprised by her mood,
They have never seen her this rude,
She was always so placid and calm,
Her behaviour today raised alarm!
She woke up with aches and moans,
Progressed soon to frequent groans,
Soon she was on the floor in a pile,
Vomiting lots and lots of green bile!
Worried they rushed her to the clinic,
It was all so sudden and all so manic,
That a nice person would transform,
From gentle soul to a human bomb!
The surgeon, Mr. Tan allayed her fear,
His voice loud, unfettered and clear
“Reason you are so mad and madder
Is because of an angry gall bladder!”
She was listed for Keyhole operation,
Nurse calmed her down with sedation
Post surgery she slept well that night
Next day she was calm and upright!
Island made of bile and star
a bright and lonely speck
when the clouds disappear
steps of light kiss the land.
Some glide upon these water steps ...
to seek what must be sought.
Especially things that offer sheen
to soon enough they bleed upon
the jagged lips of Id and want...
Treading back to where it all began
as thunder fins circle dream
made of grit, salt and sand,
Often blood mixes with champagne,
the gulls that never take a chance.
but are quick to spit upon
your raped and ravaged dreams.
And don't the brave lose the heart and legs
when seeking gems of flirty sheen...
In the end, most cling to mundane shoals
like barnacles to rocks conceived from the cold.
I was afraid.
The morsel of fear laid upon my finger
It laughed at my dismay
It was quick.
Leaping from my hand
To my carnivorous cave
It reminded me of home.
My moms warm garlic
mashed potatoes
Dancing around
Swirling with such soothing grace
It was peaceful, calming
It tasted like a buttery roll
A divine gift from the gods
Which fell gracefully upon my tongue
It timorously tumbled down my throat
Feebly and weak
I conquered it.
Then it sank its sharp fangs into my gullet
Causing my nostrils to flair
And my eyes to water
Its taste was deceiving
Mimicking its appearance
It was evil.
It thrashed around
and slowly finished sliding down my throat
But it was gone.
I rejoiced over the demise of my foe.
I conquered the unconquerable.
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