“You saw them two sticks of that chicks’ and you know when you saw them you would easily be teased until on your knees, bereaved and pleased just by one simple hint of a squeeze breezing by the easily greasy feasibly weave that would succeed the mead that would come from honey by the bunny that would breed the pleading steed doing the deed that would not only completely beat the heat but accomplish the feat leaving the steep cleat carousing creeps to seek a new discreet meet up to wreak their teal dealing tear drop one stop hop hillbilly thrills of the buzz kills that go to stop the lot of pill popping pushers of the lush gush ers who stutter when one blunder makes a whole sunder of plunder wonder scum but humble for some done shunned gunning under-run mung crumb grumblers who then became grateful because the fate of the hate breaking masturbating mating rituals became habitually cyclically mystical in the fulfilling pill-killer of a psycho thriller!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"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
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
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
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
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 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
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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
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.
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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