Pierced-ear Despot's Con
Eve O' dent'd Null-Lux-Stars
Judes' Counter-Strike Rage
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Notes:
When The River Fails
credit the stone
that shapes your name
When The Mountains Flee
stagger the gold
that drowns the sea
At Close
disembark as the dust
into dark
O' Chastened Earth
MAY YOUR COUNTER-STRIKE RAGE
For shining so bright, you burn out and die;
for soaring too close to the sun, you fall
to the hard earth below and crash: “Too high,”
judge the gods; so, as lesson to us all,
you're chastened for your lofty, prideful flight.
Like Icarus, I test life's great divide
between deity and men: visionary sight,
God-giv'n, and penetrating—eagle-eyed!
What seems like pride is for history to laud:
so, as Jesus the man was, so am I.
Only a God humbles another god;
that's destiny no man can e'er defy.
Though the world crucifies, God testifies
with fulsome laughter that I, His child, rise!
She hated herself there’s no denying that
As God’s favourite chastened child
Bearing the burden of betrayal
And a heavy heart filled with sorrow
In her sombre world
Where light doesn’t penetrate the walls
Penalized for her sins
Waiting for the gallows to pull in
And bring her dim life story to the end
A tortured soul never touched with genuine love
Appreciated or treasured
The curtains will fall
On the lie, she has been living for so long
Then may her soul rest in peace.
Living in an unwanted world
Tossed to and fro
With heavy breeze breezing
All hope seems lost
Lost in the midst of ravaging storm
Tossing East and North.
Caught amidst the combat of immorality
Weary and scary
Sharpened edges rust,
Once honored chastened.
Caught in the midst of thorns
Egg meant to meet with fragility chastened.
Marauding and parading
No light,no route, no Zeus.
Bright lightening fades,
yellow sun turned dark
Light to the path turn outcast
The cared for left
Leaving the light to fend for himself.
Is the light meant to fuel itself ?
How then shall it bear forth light ?
When day break,night cometh not ?
When night comes with darkness being the author of the day,
Vanishes, ashamed,is an outcast light summoned?
How be it the light comes up
When not fuelled?
Light cometh up but shines not .
When treated right,
Light shines and darkness vanishes
When there is alternative to light,
Is the light not ashamed?
Nothing replaces light for ever.
Even nature cometh and vanishes.
Then,shall light be appreciated but gone.
Of what gain shall it be for both creature?
The cock also sweat
Sweating beneath the undaunted hair
Though unseen, untethered
Unnoticed yet vulnerable.
The male lion also weep
Weeping gently and silently
With insignificant traces
Though galloping and parading
In confidence which left creatures
Marvelled and tender.
The virile also feels
They also go through pains
Pains seen and unseen
Though eye catching faces
And beautiful faces are worn over
Should the Bull go begging when in awe of death?
Should the mighty cry ?
Should the Cheetah crawl ?
Should the Tiger be afraid?
In street, the virile is left alone
Detached, chastened and stranded
Moving to and fro
But no place to call home.
Even when he wants to be known
And cherished, he is deprived.
Should humanity be switched?
Even when switched, will he be known ?
Will he be recognized?
Or will he be appreciated?
He is all alone
Longing to overcome
Though no hope of winning
But hanging on till the driver arrives
And all is left behind.
Desperation to breed contempt
the moment shattered
time illy spent
Choices bartered and freedom gone
the reaper chanting
old righteous wrongs
Panic stricken the nights repeat
the days long orphaned
abandoned sheep
One promise lingers in chastened air
the font of Angels
— baptism’s prayer
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
Wandering through the plains
Lost in plain sight
Famed for loneness
Borne into misery
The abandoned zeta
Chastened by pain and sorrow.
The bane of the lonewolf ;his curse
Cursed to be alone
Wandering in his thoughts
Screaming out in his mind
Cursed to walk alone
All love lost.
Will the lonewolf escape his fate?
Will he bud and sprout?
A mighty monarch had a dream,
the kind that makes men stir and scream.
In mid-earth grew a large, strong tree,
It was so tall that all could see.
A holy one gave the decree,
to cut down and destroy the tree,
but leave the large stump in the ground,
with bronze and iron fetters bound.
The mighty monarch was the tree,
to whom his subjects bowed the knee.
His Majesty was very great,
But his arrogance sealed his fate.
God had decreed he’d lose his throne,
and live in nature all alone.
His hair like one unkempt will grow,
and nails protrude like those of a crow.
A chastened monarch he would be,
until his folly, he would see.
Like a man who has lost his mind,
he will live like the beastly kind.
The purpose of the harsh decree
was that all on earth may agree,
that God rules the affairs of men,
and decides where men rule, and when.
At the end of his harsh ordeal
the chastened king proclaimed with zeal,
the Most High God exists for real,
Let all on earth before him kneel.
Listen you haughty men and proud,
Who mock this God with voices loud.
One day you too will face His wrath,
because you chose the foolish path.
The slow drip, drip
Of connection
Until we feel known
Intensive flavours
Splash and dance
Off the tongue
The heady rush
Of acceptance
Undiluted
The desire
For more
Conversation
No chaser
Just chastened
Breathless
When the kick
Hits
All the feels
I need
A moment
Re-center my senses
Delicious
Dangerous
Anonymity
Do you delight in exaltation?
In those neon bright lights
I’ve been mesmerized before
You are in the breathless highs
But best in the captivating lows
Exquisitely in temptations
Divinely in the mundane
How long will I deny you?
Seeking your high like a drug
I forsake you on the cross
Run to sin city with a die
High on my own ego, I go
But you are easy in the lows
Cloistered in empty times
Chastened by old high times
I make dull your ordinary
Keep me sharp as your tool
Or stalwart as a boring tree
If only I have faith in cycles
Not flickering with exaltation
Not dulled by the doldrums
Then I will praise you
In the dying of my highs
Down in the ordinary life
Asters white should grace your grave, Leticia!
Tufted petals snowing a winter birthday toast
Pretty stars to cover you where you sleep
Everlasting peace, you and your gal unite
Astral dreaming, the glitter turns to sepia
Chastened light agleam as moon’s mystic
Eternal glow that in dark brings the smile :)
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1/20/23 - Carver 325 at DBW; first boat of the year and such a name.. esp since it was the week between our birthdays exactly 7 days apart and at the only work spot I took her to a few years ago and the client owned the enchanted Forest restaurant where we celebrated her last birthday together last year)
Bordering the local
football ground, young
mountain ash bend
in the cold wind.
Almost reaching to full height,
their lean, pliable trunks bow
and spring back,
whipping against the air.
Defiant, almost arrogant
they dance and swirl
their leaves like balls
of streamers waved
by frenzied fans.
Boyhood comes charging back
as I walk the boundary,
booted up and wearing
number twenty five.
I inhabited the hero,
rode wild applause
to the consummate ease
of my play and saw
my name bannered
in large print
across Sunday replays.
Imagination flew far above
my skill and as time
chastened dreams,
ambition retreated to a place
in a noisy crowd
carried along on the swells
of boisterous cheer,
or lounged in a chair
watching an ad riddled
game at home by myself
with a beer.
I think old lovers wish
Einstein correct
and Time not a thief
called Time;
A jester perhaps
that toys with our hearts
leaves Spring not a leaf
all youthful players aged
parts...
But nearer the end
when time less a friend
when the hours grow ragged
when all seems sorely jagged
when the sun is too hot
and the winter cold twice
Time chastened by God
responds with a paradise
Narcissism
Naked in the bath, he looked in the mirror
he loved himself so much and got an ********.
The image came out and smacked his face.
Chastened, the self-lover hung a curtain
over the mirror and didn’t lift the curtain
once until he was old.
Shocked by the sight of the ruin of his body
he shot himself dead.
His image, preserved was his young self
came out, picked up the car keys and left.
A week later, he was arrested for murder
since the killer and his victim were one and
the same, he was tried for suicide.
You were loved once
just because
but in defiance of your lot
perhaps in spite
learned to dance, love again
Think it's hidden
in diamond's luster
or hereafter
not all the smiles
nor outpour of laughter
Educated, ready to reach
the brass ring's test
understanding even less
of life's best
Trade in yesterday for
sister's and brother's
just a taste
of tomorrow's forevers
never promised, nor bothered
I'll never tell you it's so
if you want or don't
who'd think I could ever know
when you will or won't?
Never can be too sure
if anything will last
channel'd from someone or
something
remains from ages past
Run faster hoping time will never
catch up, to all this
ask you to pay amends
for moments chastened
now missed
Try to catch the wind
sleeping
best to practice touching..
keeping
No, you won't remember hard times
if it were up to me
staring into a lion's eyes,
from where you came
on the way to where you'll be
Return to doctor's orders
hold on to praise won
pray all turns right
before the ending' sun
Ten's beauty is half as such
twelve is way too much
make due with that special
someone
just because
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