“I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.”
~Alice Hoffman
The man I love is far away,
does he exist? I cannot say;
perhaps a hope, perhaps a fantasy~
perhaps a fevered dream’s cliche.
If a dream I will stay most happily
beyond the veil in chastity,
the nightmare is the world alluded,
where vaunted knights are garbed in travesty .
The doctors say I am deluded,
that thought processes are occluded
by parabolic stimulations,
and reality has been excluded.
Am I insane to prefer creations
when life is full of corrupt castrations?
The man I love is far away,
can he not see my heart’s pulsations?
Linear highways with oblique life constructs sometimes permeable or literal pathways impartial tell takes of present pasts and future presents unknown unfolding counter pleasureyours mysterious unknowings and prisonmatic poignant priors yielding gravid pessimistic postures where then is that supreme supine like stupor sense un categorized non filtered ill fettered cosmic puredom wading in its most reliant form residuals accurate essentials calming the melodic mirror maladaptives that make us Nones in plenty pious pastures forever un pronouncing, maligno rama inert mix eccentricities fomenting an anti formatting F flat favorings sentient beings astride that unwaveringly inhibithabit our once authentic Selvery hidden all under a morbid barrage of daily concentrates careful castrations dumb downs via everything except that simple truth the hollow struggle
It comes roaring busting like thunder, warning every spectator
Carrying the smiles carrying the laughter, parameter of hope
People gather to sing and swing, a spring of continuity and good
All the stinking scrotal carriers, emptied by mere castrations
Many thinK to eat and dance, two think to contact and merry
Point Of No Return
Nor here or there we stand before creations
Stardust secretions with loving limitations
Heaven bounded in the lap of lachrymal lure
Multiverse in reverse as we euphorically endure
Immaculate infernal of soul’s conception
Divine destiny draws us to deaths deception
Holographic injections of celestial skies
Soothing stimuli of diffracted disguise
Fragile flowers falling into edacious eternity
Theatrically thrown upon mammoth mystery
Cosmic castrations of redundant rebirth
Sanctioned slaves of this emancipated earth.
Dec.05.2016
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So, I'm listening to the radio
on the way down the road.
To a "local color" piece
about a some cowboys out west
and they're interviewing this
one cowboy,
"What's it like out here?"
and he responds "Well, we're
just rounding up some cattle
out here, bringin' 'em in and
cuttin' their n(bleep)uts off".
For a split second I wonder,
then I realize, they've bleeped
out "nuts"...cows nuts obviously
an offensive term to burger
loving *****sapiens who might
be listening over the air.
I think, "hmmm, ok so
this is news normalcy, where
bovine killers are offended
to hear of cuttin' off cow nuts.
Yet yesterday when I was listening
and they spoke of gang wars
down south, and how teachers
were being threatened,
and how yesterday, six severed
heads were found in front of
a local elementary school,
but authorities were not sure
if the grisly discovery
was gang related or not.
So, normalcy is when
people's decapitations
for power control of gang
turf is not bleepable
to my sensibilities, but
cow castrations are.
Now I feel normal.
What the (bleep)!
© Goode Guy 2011-09-30
I engrave a memory of you
deep down I buried in my emotion
not minding the bleed from castrations
A venom for a hoping heart
I can't barely remember the start
when your doors offered me a curse
Caught in between two worlds
confusions strikes my waking soul
I am numb and you're the only cure
And there was a dagger in your words
that hits my body going through my brain
but there's a torrid sweetness i taste in pain
I have bitten my lower lip
my bewildered tongue wants to take a sip
a single truth from your lies tip
My foot on your hottest sand
ripping off its upper skin, it stings but
I’m ready to suffer just to get through your cover
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