O boulder, with pitch resin shine!
Flicker fine at night!
Fate and Fortune, thus we dine!
Sign, O line of sight!
Ichor in immortal veins?
Crenellate to hold.
No use waiting for the rains!
Sane and centrefold!
Explain, O my spark-lit brain?
Bone of throne and bane!
Blossom inward! Core and chain!
Melee, meet the main!
Gone and unreturned? We learned.
Oh, what we discerned.
Night of nail and ne'er-do-churned!
How the bodies burned...
Yellow streaks in starry sky?
Panels on the fade.
Foxfire, foment on the fly!
Beckon as ye bade!
Climate of the covenant?
Back the boneyard bright?
Feet of clay, about me plant!
Cant cerebral, kite!
Mortal life, upon the knife?
Who to target, strife?
Circumstances, rhyme or rife?
O Rhine River, fife!
This world prefers to live under the shadows
in order to hide its truly evil daily works.
confronting these misplaced loyalties begs answers
Communications literally has taken position centrefold promoting hate
many Holy shrines have been desecrated
objective extremists call for the removal of crosses
There should be a voice of concern now condemning such force
is this the generation spoken of where education alters our children's minds
through perverted literature trying to destroy innocence
The final attack on truth has become an obstacle filled with facts
political correctness has long damned itself lying constantly
and we stand curled up in silence unable to speak
Wide awake can see with clarity inside the powers of this planet
in those that has gone to war against the light of God entering teachers
for to protect our little ones giving good example firstly
from this ugly twisted democracy and saving them before they fall victim
Is it time again to lock your doors and mark them with with the blood of the Lamb
Searing flames within hissing steam burns
letting the dragons out in frozen time
cold stone winds blow into the desert sands of illusions etched
Dark and feral holding immeasurable promises
held captive under those that are never completely met right
freedom and forgiveness denied cries from an impenetrable heart
Hatred is the twisted short sided vulture of the virtues
incomplete confidence expressed in a waning moon
Tears of ivory silk burning salted spiced
Cries forever inside chambers weeping wall’s
taken far away into discoveries path
were limitations and love never coexist
Endless beginnings take centrefold in a staged arena
otherworldly visions of a life re-imagined scarcely believed
in a sealing ritual sacrifice, sacred temple of another is played outcast
Vibrant scalding primal evil colors paint the blood truth
boldly endurance can no longer be silence issued
through the sun’s warm radiance Illuminati exposed
Co written by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid
unrhymed tercets
Think I'll write something uplifting
About flowers and the birds and the bees
When I was in school way back when
Sex talk created much unease
It wasn't a subject taught in schools
When I was a young whipper snapper
Attended school very many years back
After prohibition and the flappers
Us guys used to sneak behind the barn
And flip through the pages of Playboy
When reaching that very naughty centrefold
It was difficult to contain our joy
Guys that say they didn't sneak looks
At a copy their daddy kept hidden
They're not being truthful about their reaction
They totally lost their inhibitions
We've come a long way since I was a lad
The Internet is teeming with ****
The schools don't need to teach it any longer
A permissive society has been born
Well I'm really not sure that was uplifting
Titillating is a much better word
The more we talk about sex education
The more my speech gets slurred
© Jack Ellison 2015
One hand to the side of my face
Nestled in the sturdy crook of my palm
I feel stolen away
But with a taste of venom, I could
Bite my tongue and river red
All the luckiest in the world.
I hope you know my movements
How this arc means love,
And this slow dive means pain.
It consumes me to some degree,
The exhilaration!
Rigid mosque, my solid wall
To you. You are dead to a spotlight
Of flickering Adonis.
I feel the aging process
And glitters of dust weep from
Beneath as my knees ache
In their slings of flesh
Sickened centrefold and
Jesus Christ, how I'm the
Lucky one now!
Lying in your bed
With all the malice of
A mercury madness colliding within.
The tearaway, youthful runaway
Running for a lifetime, blocked out
Brick wall, but, those same
Old demons stuck to your back
Demon wings like barnacles
To the hull of your iron heart
Beating under apron strings
Ever since "Daddy" left, Electra
You have been a tulip, caught
In a Slavic winter. Redraw
The map. Nazi Prussian blues
To London, America. The United
States of absolute; the growing
Ground for your misanthropy. Awfully
Unfortunate; yet ever giving
We feast upon your tortured
Soul. Black gold ink
The slurry you bleed upon us
Rich in image with a sick
Sense of humour; like laughing
In a morgue or spitting jokes
Upon a fresh grave. Ach du!
The same old jar, pickled flesh. Gott!
A foetus. What a tortured mind can
Breathe to life in the fold of a
Notepad; the centrefold...Paula Brown
The world in two, waiting for a saviour
Superman or Nazi gas. The house drowned
In complete, ravenous silence as you fell asleep.
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