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Whole Wheat

"Whole Wheat"


Trench coats 
Pantyhose 
Riding lo 

Knee high 
Nehi soft
Drink

Drunk
Drinkers
Drunk on a

Plasibo 
Please no
Tell me it's no

Lie

Laying on like 
Mayo laid on
I'm toasted 

Tomato 
Lettuce but no
Bacon beaconing that 

I'm vegan BURP
My lactose 
Baby 

Can we hang
Out before 
I kill the 

Ah...

Conversation 
Turning to views 
Of political intrigue 

Triggering 
My AK-47 
Mouth to 

Shout 
Out out loud 
Loudly tattarrattat

Meaning 
Absolutely 
Unrefutably 

And 

As usual 
Casually 
Nothing 

In any of the 
USA God save 
The queen of the

King James 
Joyce hidden 
In Gideon Bible 

Phrases proclaiming
A swerve of short
Of a short to a

Bend

A way 
A lone 
At last 

Loved 
Loved long 
As Adam and Eve 

Long 
And for 
Always will 

And always will 
Cyclically forever
Endlesslessly ever

Be

canvas

I made some mistakes, let my head get straight to jealousy
One thing I could never get over was that instinctive tendency

I was the easel to your painting, the necessity but not necessarily
You leaned against my support, just to fold me up and discard, victim of your dissection

Strokes fulfilling your streaks of confidence, unfinished to perfection
The easel of your time until my predecease
Paintings can’t revert 
Easels are reusable
I’ll support a new masterpiece

The nails and screws holding me together are withering
Unable to decide between beauty and grace, cyclically dithering
I don’t want to make the same mistakes 
Gambling my love for you in sweepstakes

Swallowed

Stones,

Mortar, and brick

Nowhere to turn without feeling sick, stoned

To my stomach

A bottomless pit

Unheard, smothered by a thousand succinct voices' verbose drone

Speaking as they spew toxic, putrid bile in the pit of my stomach

Plummeting, swirling dizzily in circles - a cyclone - cyclically, alone

Booming, the whispering silence of lucidity's susurrate disruption weighs heavily on my thoughts, placidly as it sits

Like boulders, slowly sinking deeper into quicksand - the bottomless pit of my stomach

Swallowed by immovable, inescapable stones,
Mortar, and brick

Wasted Life

Ego agenda
Narrow and futile
Yet in delusion
We are bound therein
Tragicomic life

The wheel of time
Slowly rotates
Joy and sorrow
Cyclically

As a leaf
Blown away
Until death

This life
Wasted 

Gone 

08-October-2020

Alchemy

Gleaming wager’s chart spells filmy odds
And tip triers to toss wee mites for more;
To forfeit modicums of ground for vaster 
Acres wider than the fabled Midas shore.

No curse greater than lost chances fair
Baked and gilded to enchant and deke, 
Verily sure-win swoops altered mid air;
Glittering talismans foiled in their peak! 

Each day under Fortune’s ogling suns,
Gambles’ lusting eyes dreamingly leer
At the cyclically winding mill of chance,
Heavy with sudden wealth's fetish fear. 

Even now swift-tossed coins fruitless go,
Innumerable ages after the maiden shot;
And any flopping dice still wouldn’t count,
Till Bill’s vulpine wads trickle in in a draw.

Millions of eons past nature's trite element,
Odds will be spelled and big wins still bent.

The Cycle of the Genesis

The same mask
firmly held on the face
with a strong wrist,
no chills, no regrets, no shaking!
Nights in turn I wondered,
what is hidden behind the mask,
to discover: Nothing!
He had no face, only a strong hand,
a mask, contradictory feelings
and fashon´s weaknesses.
For the human condition,
Genesis is cyclically repeated
genesis gives birth to beginnings
genesis gives birth to the ends, too

Corina Junghiatu
Bucharest, Romania

For All I Care

You can all argue which way
Is the true way the Universe was made.
For me, point is it's all the same: Universe was born.

You can all question about whether
The spectacular God's been proven real or not.
For me, point is that divinity's strongly influenced history.

You can all go about wondering
If there's really a hell, heaven, reincarnation.
For me, point is we already have our own hells on Earth.

You can all keep on asking why
There are so many different religions and beliefs.
For me, point is they all share a common similarity. 

You can all mentally scrutinize 
What happens after we die.
For me, point is firstly naturally all physical senses die!

You can all beg for
The answer on why we suffer.
For me, point is it could be cyclically bad karma.

You can all have the right
To take for granted all of our differences
And to finally have our souls realize…

You can all disregard 
The eventual realization of eternal occurrence.	
Point is that we're all in this world's time together.

Even Eternity Is Fleeting

If the Earth is a tree,
Then we are all of the leaves.
Even eternity is fleeting.
As seasons go by,
We all live and die.
For eternally we are free,
Yet time is the illusionary.
If the Earth is a tree,
Then we are the fallen leaves.
Rebirthing, dying cyclically.
Even death is sleeping.
As dreams become true,
We all live through and through.

Earthly Eternity

If the Earth is a tree,
Then we are all of the leaves.
Even eternity is fleeting.
As seasons go by,
We all live and die.
For eternally we are free,
Yet time is the illusionary.

If the Earth is a tree,
Then we are the fallen leaves.
Rebirthing, dying cyclically.
Even death is sleeping.
As dreams become true,
We all live through and through.
Cyclically learning all of which is true.

Cyclically Chime

Cycles repeat 
Repeat cycles 
Cyclical minds reciprocate 
Begin once end
End once begin
Spin
Revolve
Continuous movement 
Cyclically chime
Answers scripted 
Questions rescript
Convenience resolves 
Easy when it stops
Hard ongoing struggle 
It is cycles that repeat
Everything it round 
Fear is afraid it
Afraid itself 
Change happens
Happens change without being 
Who are you?
You are it.
Everything truth
Trust it 
Hope finds
Hope

And then it stopped . . .

6/26/2017
Contest: AND THEN IT STOPPED 
Sponsor: John Lawless

Seeing Voices

Music notes and exclamation points 
Particles colliding with sight crystallized to form
Spiraling cyclically midst graviton pull 
Grip mind fathom power with thin flavored lines
Tone deafening my lips chap against visuals
Lapsing time stands ground still out of metered sign
Kind window openings screen systematic filtration 
Feeling a wee bit photoshopped  hearing pictures 
And 
Seeing voices...

12/26/2016

Rusted Gate Vaulve

Trickling water is heard, a pool of mucky water reveals a rusted gate valve directly overhead—this gate valve has withstood the tests of time, out performing all other mechanical assemblies—proving such resilience when in-house maintenance technicians strategically replace the longest lasting original piece of mechanical equipment servicing this engineered, complex mechanical system; similar to life as this reconstruction symbolizes substantial change occurring naturally; cyclically revealed through passing time. 

11-8-16
(In a Boiler Room) 
Contest: The Rusted Gate
My lenthy one liner

Eternal

Eternity without
Beginning or end.
God is timeless existence,
Time is viewed cyclically.
Symbol called Ouroboros, 
A serpent eating its tail
means cyclical or self-reflexivity.
 
Adikaran 18/10/12.

The Incarnate

On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do take

 On a day not unforeseen
 When the key to our creation
 Unlocks the door to mans destruction
 And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
 in love with death

 Cyclically life and death move
 For death brings us sorrow
 But a day would come we will all follow
 And when again life is gone
 In new bodies we shall be born

 In whom evil dominates
 A lower being regenerates
 In whom good prevails
 A pure soul avails

The Incarnate

On a day never unseen
 when our souls are called to rest
 And our bodies returned to dust
 From whence they came
 Whether burdened with age
 Or unable to cross life's next stage
 If in bed we Lia in wait
 Or by force others do take

 On a day not unforeseen
 When the key to our creation
 Unlocks the door to mans destruction
 And all hope in life, LOST...!
As men have always been half
 in love with death

 Cyclically life and death move
 For death brings us sorrow
 But a day would come we will all follow
 And when again life is gone
 In new bodies we shall be born

 In whom evil dominates
 A lower being regenerates
 In whom good prevails
 A pure soul avails

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