bedraggled beetle-headed Beelzebub befuddles,
bullies, beguiles, backward blustery birdbrain blockheaded
bigots. Boisterously building up these bold-faced blowhards,
bamboozling them into bee-brained befuddlements.
A bold faced cad of human form
Flesh and blood but not the norm
Retraced his steps through the wood
Careless fashion unparalleled as good
Yet the cliff came ending his trail
Of scattered footprints to no avail
Some were cloven others not
Armed with a net as I was taught
Climbed a tree of scruffy pine
Darkness ensued where sun did shine
A scream came from out of the blue
Chills ran up my spine as if held by glue
Creepy crawler my escaped human quest
Smelled so foul I do not jest
Of sweat and blood and maybe pee
Sweltering in the moonlight he saw me
Escape uncertain no wings had I
A sacrificial lamb in his ungodly eye
Of flesh and blood and simply bones
He devoured me except my clothes
The dust of eons has not named me,
why would dust name dust?
I who have entered the world
through so many women,
and exited its bold-faced deceits
as sexless as a worm or an apple,
how then can I claim any name?
I recall being five-years old,
or maybe six.
a fever took me,
I lay in a white hospital sepulcher for days
until a mother whispered into my mind:
"Not yet."
I knew not which mother,
for all my mothers have been named
by passing dust storms.
My parents, who had previously entered
the flesh of the worm and apple,
also exited my whirlwind life,
though after they had named me
John,
and I am the one
who names Jesus now.
Today I hear his laughter,
I hear his merry laughter.
A lock of sweat-matted hair over one eye,
she shakes a red knuckled fist at a naked child,
wailing upon a cold floor.
Mary drying feet with her hair.
Mary at the temple calling.
A street corner Mary full of sperm,
full of a grace,
She is invisible to rabid dogs and drunks.
Old or young,
fat Mary on roller skates,
sweet Mary sucking candy,
badly handled, nameless Mary's.
Sweet Mother,
the sweet lure of jail baiters winking.
The bold-faced laughter
of the -you, free-thinking.
Today the sky is a Robin egg blue,
robed in virginal light.
In a Chick-fil-a, a family is praying
over their sandwiches.
I make the sign of the cross.
I mean, why not?
Santos fooled the folks as he spoke
George thinks mashing facts is a joke
This N.Y. House dope
Needs his mouth rinsed with soap
His diaper-rash words make me choke
Author's note: Why did voters in NY district #3 elect a bold-faced liar to Congress? Mr. Santos may have some kind of illness. Be that as it may, if a candidate freely lies, fools the voters, and receives no condemnation from his party's cohorts, it suggests the following:
It's not about where the ship of state sails, but rather who resides on the top deck. If the hull leaks, we can all go down, so even top-deck denizens ought to be careful about who does what.
Fifteen years in the same apartment,
before that twenty-five years in a bungalow.
Earlier still; digs, dumps and bedsits.
Peripatetic ambulation's
traveling in circles.
Left that world, travelled
met myself coming and going.
Saw the reaper
he had the eyes of a child.
Fell in with the dangerous kind,
loved many a bold faced liar,
misused the tender-hearted
spat at the devil; he wore a mask
behind that mask was a loving God
dancing on skulls.
Took a train up to the highest mountain
that a train can reach
and no further,
but it got me here into a recliner
musing over a cold beer
and a string of dwellings
pulled now like empty carriages
behind some derailed thoughts.
Jinxed juvenile slithers, withers unseen.
Feeling the angst of earlier guilt trips,
A Christian conscience and its censorships -
this golden-haired boy was not born to glean.
Mind colored from purloined men's' magazine;
(note purplish stains too on his fingertips).
Jinxed juvenile
Money, pills, small stuff pilfered by this teen
unearned awards, past moral radar blips,
deserved the harsh words from preacher-dad's lips.
Now bold-faced curse slips, as his face turns green.
Jinxed juvenile
October 12, 2022
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Now and forevermore in eternal pain.
No more sunny skies, only thunder lightning and rain
Here I lay broken and my heart shattered
Crying out for help and peace yet going unheard so it doesn't even matter
To say it doesn't hurt is a total bold faced lie
Smile through the pain as much as I want but inside?? I want to die
To finally rest and forever be at peace
To be lifted to the Lord and off of my feet
But until then here I lay, piecing my heart soul and life together, even though they've all been slain
Now and forevermore am I in eternal pain
A new victim,
cast your eyes on your prey,
A lesson to learn,
tomorrow is a new day.
I'm taking back,
the things you stole,
My life, my mind,
my heart of gold.
My heart is broken,
my head won't let this be,
The demons of love,
call out and torture me.
As I lie awake,
in this empty bed,
My mind plays over,
the wickedness of your web.
I have heard that love,
should be easy, a simple thing,
Instead, it bites, cries,
bleeds and stings.
My whole being,
all twisted up in pain,
I can feel your betrayal,
pumping in my veins.
You fed me with lies,
and some affection,
Every move,
you set me up for the rejection.
I had to rise up,
from the ashes and fire,
Another heart broken,
by a bold-faced liar.
You made love,
look so damn easy,
I had no idea,
you were at work being sleazy.
I know the wheel,
continues to turn,
Another life lesson,
you live and you learn.
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I can't save you. I was never meant to. Even though this path of mine is irrevocably twisted within yours, if so you drown, from the wayside I'll be forced to witness you fall the entire way down. How many portraits must be laid before eyes that just refuse to see a thousand words blatantly spelling of the errors that breed your ever present terrors.. If history wasn't keen on telling us that it told us so, the things we pretend to ignore would be the culmination of everything we always wanted to know..
There he is, that boy always covered in the dust of another goodbye. I've pleaded, screamed and bargained.. I've taken the blame, only to turn and find you've done the same, as if your validation comes from the shame. Toil with fruitless labor, exhaust yourself with an endless game.
The difference between you and I, it can be found bold faced and drenched in sympathy.. Subtle in every way save one.. The red paint stains your palms and covers all you've done..
The only thing I hate more than unintelligence
Is a bold-faced liar that thinks they blend amongst friends
Using weakenesses as weapons falsely condescending contention
Crashing house of cards paper tiger denys a correction
Even knowing that they face something beyond profound
This game they play only works on what is gained and not found
So when real life hits it leaves them with a lie to undo
But I saw you even though it ceased I just can't let it be true
Nothing personal but you deny that we are both foes
In battle fought with intellect you can't deny I won't lose
And this certainty it scares you to the core you recluse
Like a coward you back out acting as if nothing ensued
But we both know your true face lacks a backbone to stand it
And that something is why I prevail locking door sealing in madness
Coping mechanism feeds demons that just hand over rope
Slithered navigating life upon fissure ridden slippery slope
Had it coming you just didn't know it came with account
Now you're seeing and believing left without not a doubt
Romantic Reflections
Gone now are those halcyon days,
Days we spent by sunny shore.
You are gone now and in my haze,
Reflections make me miss you more.
I hear a song you used to hum;
Words burning bright in memory
Lead to tear drops that softly come
As cloudy skies let raindrops flee.
Each week the roses you would bring
Endeared such joy within my heart.
Love you professed meant everything,
A love from which we'll never part.
"Tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose
And grief yet flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows"
In winter of my life I know
I live alone in our abode,
Yet my romantic feelings grow
In all the love our seeds have sowed.
May 7, 2021
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*The beautiful bold faced stanza was written by Joseph May for his contest.
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When I stole a ball
from the corner store
Who are you
A voice stirred from within
When I told my best friend
a bold-faced lie
Who are you
A voice tugged from within
As I raised a hand
to strike my child
Who are you
A voice cried from within
As my good wife let me know
she'd reached the end of her rope
That voice lay stock still
~ I'd not done God's will
Solitude...
Like an old sad song...
Loneliness....
Just a day prolonged...
Desolation...
Like an empty sky...
Dejection...
Like a bold-faced lie...
Despondency...
All your hopes dashed...
Disillusionment...
Alone...
And unabashed...
A Shakespearean air fills the night. The less caring of the soft love climbs the stairs to greet the angels above. Believing in acute sensation derived from her rained down love. A self-made beauty sets passionate roses around the lonely. Only to receive sharp gazes and cursed to constantly think of. Her agile walk comes straight for me only.
Who is this centerfold from the night’s sky? If I were to have told you how she looked you would say it was a bold faced lie. This was a 10 who has made many men cry. Secrets are made from her sweat breeze. Mesmerized by her essence that gives of a never ending blessing. This must be my love who has my heart locked in a freeze. This can never cease I ask myself please.
Weeks pass by as every other women’s face seems to resemble her grace. If you could only give way to her touch, her taste. You would believe everything before was a waste. She will put any man’s heart off to the races. A guardian of all that is lovely faces. Miss Benet Miss Benet full of sun ray the Gods must have made you with a beautiful bouquet. She shines down upon me, as I start to pray! Let this beauty stay as she is full of worldly pleasures each and every day.
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