melancholic tidings—
optimism asystolic, now
fool’s paradise.
laconism stentorian
saline fluid agglomerating
“malignant” obfuscates,
formulates black stars.
fluttering, clouting
against ghostly pale tile.
aesculapian screams
circumnavigate weak cerebrum,
foxtrotting endlessly,
cold-blooded mockery.
serene bedrest
sinking linen counterpane.
morphing, suffocating
anaemic stature,
tasting like metal.
thrashing abnormal growth
actuate tunnels unending
i feel it.
i feel everything.
head encumbrance,
vessels strangulated,
blue skin a horror.
needle-punctured, scanned.
inhuman study. a specimen,
neglected medical non-priority.
fragile. no mind.
deteriorating. weaker.
sick. morningly.
please. help. ignored.
stained. vomit. pale.
monitor accelerating.
oxygen. chemotherapy.
please. help. me.
i. am. human.
bottom. medical. food. chain.
neglect. oxygen. oxygen.
oxygen. oxygen.
need. medicine.
nurses.
loud.
sonorous.
ringing.
light.
hunger. thirst. taste. smell. vision. touch. hearing.
taste. smell. vision. touch. hearing.
vision. touch. hearing.
touch. hearing.
dont. go.
hearing.
loud.
asystole.
they can't slip one past me
intellectuals, smarty-pantses
I know what my eyes can see
it's ninth grade geometry
good thing pilots and sailors know
the top of the earth is flat
I'm not sure about the bottom
where the roots hang through
on top, there's a hemisphere
that's where you see the sun and moon
why don't they bump?
only God knows
9th grade geometry works on a flat surface
Horace Greeley said it
go west like Magellan
circumnavigate the world
you end up in the same place
you avoid the edge
where monsters be
you've gone in a wide circle
I live in the center of the world
and cut a smaller circle
only thing I haven't figured out
what keeps the ocean water
from draining off the edge?
It seemed like a long almost endless trip,
one that could leisurely
circumnavigate the world,
or rocket through the years,
fuel never depleting.
There was never any plan,
just notions, impromptu journeys
into the unforeseen, and of course
unintended consequences.
Looking through the reverse end
of the telescope of time,
each one act play
now seems ridiculously tragicomic.
Over one hundred arrivals later,
I got there.
Yesterday I bought new sneakers
they are not for going anywhere.
I aim to hang them up
at the foot of my old bed,
their mouths wide open
in amazement.
Tossing electronically-bottled messages
into the wild blue sea yonder
will they float like a boat or sink like a stone
it only makes me ponder
as optimistically-inclined
I often wonder why
some say, 'Send me an email,'
but then never reply
do my bottles circumnavigate the globe
or stay in the Sargasso for ever and a day
are they wrecked on the rocks of spam
while typing I waste my days and nights away
Things go without saying
We meant very well
But say without saying
– In circles we tell
We don’t outright mention
Specifically state
Commit to our message
Then leave it to fate
We circumnavigate!
Encrypt our every thought
Slant it for confusion
For fear we will be caught
Speaking truths forbidden
Speaking truths unlocked
Revealing hidden secrets
Lurking in our hearts!
Articulate,
Becoming,
Circumnavigate,
Discerning,
Extrapolate,
Finishing,
Graduate,
Hoping,
Inaugurate,
Joking,
Karate,
Loving,
Mitigate,
Needing,
Operate,
Praying,
Quadruplicate,
Reaping,
Summate,
Trying,
Ultimate,
Vetting,
Workmate,
Xeroxing,
Zoning.
If I had to choose one above all others apart from Loving it would be extrapolate because to be able to extrapolate gives one a chance to see what is likely to happen further down the road if nothing changes.
I see your face through the bottom of my glass.
The liquor reminds me of a better time, place. My
monument to life thus far, a bottle full of hate,
an empty shot of love denied and vengeance in every
gulp. Whether I live or perish the thought, makes no marital matter
of me/you/us; as I've rarely prayed to any/or/neither/nor
either/or thee-dom for answers. Let it be known that
all is in our potential to circumnavigate the emo
ins/outs of our back to the future new starts, as I
will move light years to learn to live my next lives with
an all pure,
destined laden ,
giving, loving Heart.
Ancestors Of old times
Time their visits to me,
In dreams and visions wake,
Awake me to the spirits I seek,
Seeking to renew life,
Living for tomorrow…
Tomorrow begins new
Newly wishing I’m free
Freely speaking my heart
Heartfully making songs
Sung inside this souls place
Placing it in life’s view…
Viewing the chaos realms
A realm where change blossoms
Blooming with new vigor
Vigorously starting,
The starts growing right up
Upward summer burgeons...
Burgeoning words blowing
Blown by winds directions
Directly unbound air
Airily circulates
To circumnavigate
Cirrus highs and fogs lows.
Fussy and mean
The anger of a
Immature person
Leaps and bounds
Mind you in descion
Anchored by ones lack
Of devotion
It is perfect because it
Is his
Wanted because it was
Seen as unobtainable
Kindness makes you smile
Desire makes you want
Linger first in frustration
Circumnavigate to explore
When those finding cause you
Different might your readyness
Cause you to chore
It is an obligation to keep
It is a job to have
Think of it as mine
And before you stop to laugh
Talk it over with love ones
Those who underestimate you
As need
Fault yourself in your doings
And make yourself to believe
Beyond the edges
Right were the sun meets the sky
Hand me what I long to have
And never ask me why
Fussy and mean
The anger of a
Immature person
Leaps and bounds
Mind you in descion
Anchored by ones lack
Of devotion
It is perfect because it
Is his
Wanted because it was
Seen as unobtainable
Kindness makes you smile
Desire makes you want
Linger first in frustration
Circumnavigate to explore
When those finding cause you
Different might your readyness
Cause you to chore
It is an obligation to keep
It is a job to have
Think of it as mine
And before you stop to laugh
Talk it over with love ones
Those who underestimate you
As need
Fault yourself in your doings
And make yourself to believe
Beyond the edges
Right were the sun meets the sky
Hand me what I long to have
And never ask me why
a pointing finger might circumnavigate to poke you in the eye
10/3/2018
I could shed rags for an emperor's robe
I could climb mountains to escape the sea
I could circumnavigate the globe
But there's no escaping
The me of me.
IT MUST BE LOVE
it must be love darling,
our footprints set, in pink petal snow.
as we circumnavigate, the world bedims.
it must be love sweetheart,
as kaleidoscopic kisses
leave my soft lips, and
your irises blend into mine.
it must be love honey,
as each syllable
becomes a star
and we fly
by nectarous night.
it must be love dear,
as our smiles wrinkle
and our rockers creak, with a single heartbeat.
7/6/2017
Free Verse
Contest: Laura Loo’s Free Verse On Love Contest
1st Place
I'm the drone who flew away
from the instinctual imperative
of the hive
Doing the same old same ole
just to survive
wasn't how I was going to
circumnavigate my life
I had a comfy job
with a golden parachute pension
But money don't mean a thing
when you have a lot of internal dissension
Walked away from the condo
and the two luxury cars
Which brought tears to my model class wife
Was a material witness
to a systemic breakdown
Sometimes you have to be brought low,
before you can soar into the clouds
Yes, I'm the drone who flew far away,
away from the maddening crowd
The one who're conditioned
to run the rat race
I wish them well,
but there's nothing
you can offer me
to take their place
Leaving banking, I am thinking about banking. When the red humour from the human system drains off, we irrigate the haematic fluid inside through vein-channels. ‘Blood Banks’ with sanguine loans come to our rescue. In cases of renal malfunction, we ransack kidney colonies for mercenary donors. Or don’t we eye greedily at the safest vaults for the bean-shaped organ - at the healthy kidneys inside the frames of our beloved ones? For grafting damaged skin, happily we become clients of ‘Skin Banks’. Those banks supply us with new apparel – bio-RMG, culled from the *****sapiens. In needs cellular, ‘Tissue Banks’ help us consummate the transaction. Aren’t ‘Eye Banks’ the last resort of the visually deprived or underprivileged ones? To cater to cerebral needs, there are ‘Brain Banks’. ‘DNA Data Banks’ through gene cartography help us circumnavigate the vast continents of bioinformatics. Oh that we only had a ‘Philanthropy Bank’ to supply us with liquefied humanity for intra-venous infusion into the sadistic, misanthropic minds!
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