Wind chimes spinning inside a tornado,
their gentle jingle splits apart my tears.
Making a wasteland of all of my fears,
nothing but smiles remain when I let go.
Dealing hesitation a swift deathblow,
alters forever how the fervor veers.
Wind chimes spinning
skillfully unravel what is nouveau.
Dead weight disintegrates and disappears
rejuvenating you as thick fog clears.
This intake of cloying breath will echo
wind chimes spinning.
Jack and Tom share the same foe
They run from Carver's deathblow
Carver delivers
giblets and slivers
eaten with a fine Bordeaux!
Dill pickle hated him so
Because he stank badly
Dill pickle screamed just go
Blue cheese wept thus sadly
When I leave the fridg, bro
I'll stink ever much mo
Dill pickle grew older
Fermenting like a bozo
Then opening his holder
A stink scent deathblow
Tsunami
Clinging to a tree my might is numb
Teeth chattering, soaked in seaweed I succumb
to the shores of doom, the tides violent surge
Adrift and marooned all owed to a sudden urge
After the party I woke up on a tropical island
Wild rainforest and coconut groves, tailor made in Thailand
The Turtle Island, underwaters heaven
We were seven, gone snorkeling the night before
None of which were ones who washed ashore
I heard scrambling voices from below
less those who didn’t survive the deathblow
Lungs spewing up ocean water, not the timeless turquoise,
but the stormy muddled wash, murky, writhing wildly
sirening a crushing noise
Twigs, glass, and storms debris rips through skin
Blood seeps down red rivers running thin
soaked thoroughly, bringing shivers
As tidal waves and ruthless rain cease their wells,
instinctively the islanders help each other through
the fallen landscapes
As the beached turtles struggle in their shells,
who once glided effortlessly in the sea
I know what I must do
Keep with the spirit of aloha
and stay until the sky becomes blue
Then set the turtles free
When the Moon moves out of sight slow
it stages a nightmarish dream;
Your pulse jumps inside your bloodstream
with an irrational tempo;
Smiling like a jester although
you can hear every silent scream
when the Moon moves;
Closing your eyes is a deathblow
suffocated by the extreme;
With a blood curtailing moonbeam
can you truly trust your shadow
when the Moon moves?
Go on, redouble, and write a great Rondeau;
Get out your best pen and call on your muse.
Let your light shine like Deliverance banjo;
The Lord gave you gifts He wants you to use.
Sure it’s a challenge, but that’s no excuse.
Stop thinking it’s hard or put off till tomorrow;
That’s an old devil you must disabuse.
Go on, redouble, and write a great Rondeau.
It’s best if you have a great topic, although
Silly works sometimes; you’ve nothing to lose.
Pick what you know, and then let all else go;
Get out your best pen and call on your muse.
It’s nothing to dread; get fired up, enthused!
Mull word selection like a fine Bordeaux.
Pull out the stops; let the spirit infuse.
Let your light shine like Deliverance banjo.
That opening phrase sets the stage for the show.
Selection’s important for rhyme pairs you choose;
Picking the wrong ones: Redouble’s deathblow.
The Lord gave you gifts He wants you to use.
A firework’s lifeless till you light the fuse;
Sparks start to fly and the world’s all aglow.
Write with a flair using bold, vibrant hues.
The muse won’t desert you; now paint a Van Gogh.
Go on, redouble!
The sun is shining, and the sky is blue
The robin on an olive tree singing;
Chirp, chirp, chirp until it flew
I wonder what’s it saying?
School’s out, and the children are holidaying.
In an isolated field, the girl walks;
The paedophile had been watching
To lure her to his home with sweet talks.
The apple dropped and fell to the ground
By my feet, it has been crushed;
How long will it be around
Or from existence, it will be brushed?
From a distance, the lady arrived at a house,
With sophisticated clothes and good looks;
The old man waiting for her like a timid mouse
Later he paid her and another date he books.
From yesterday, continued today, also tomorrow,
Episodes in life pass, and more will be created;
As for me, I see events becoming deathblow
The thirst for evil it’s unbelievable underrated.
05/01/22
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Battled lands, traitors afoot, beg his precis,
Highlights his ascent, forgiveness be his plea,
Openly nigh, wolves in a shepherd's court free,
~~I came, he naught knoweth,
Plagued by a war that his own heart desired naught,
Nonetheless, his kingdom he sees, so he fought,
Consumed was he, triumph freed, clarity brought,
~~I know naught he cometh,
Intervening moments taunts my attention,
Remedy this failure left in suspension,
Clear fog of time elapsed be my retention,
~~Deathblow, evil leaveth.
2020 August 23
Old Time Radio and dramatic shows
Without the visuals, emphasized the audio
Music to assist
The passion of a kiss
Or your mind envisions a deathblow
Time did as time does and flew on by
It left me with a distant stare wondering, but why?
With brittle bones and shades of grey
All time had in me was just another prey
Its countdown instantaneously set aglow
Its renewing and degenerating flow a deathblow
Released from its death grip now taking shape
My heart beats in the wind like a flying cape
Time dictates as grey cover arrests a bright shiny day
It flies freely as white clouds along the blue sky
My heart is collecting in the silver ashtray
As I smoke a pack forest fires everyday
I’ve clocked some irrational fears
More than once, sold and bought into pointless ideas
Where did it all go, this time I need to be brave?
Because time takes what time never gave
Holding hands as we walk between headstones
Feeling like a cyclone trapped in a gemstone
Emotions materialize like amber in the concrete
Personified Hellfire and brimstone, turning birthstones to bloodstones
Laughing like a psycho as she leaves me hallow
So I bestow a craked skull to Apollo
I did it just to watch the sun bleed
Luna delivers the deathblow, as I sit on his throne like a pharaoh
Luna's Lunatic, her faithful fanatic
A simple spell, potent potion I become frantic
Kill the light, slay the day, bleed the holy man
A little lunar lust and I become manic
Fighting sanity as the moon begins to rise
A deathly omen of genocidal demise
Howls fill the night, a nocturnal death knell
Last breath, final wish as I gently close your eyes
When Chucky Groundhog comes above,
He's looking for a lady love.
If he sees shadow,
It is spring's deathblow.
For six long weeks, winter won't move.
Perversion.? ?Hidden deep inside
it roils and coils?; ?wrestles and writhes
screams,? ?gnashes,? ?gnaws and cries;
longing to tear the wings from flies
No volition to kill-? ?not the aim.
Rather,? ?to punish,? ?is the game.
Ignore deathblow,? ?purpose to maim;
in the wake,? ?leave broken and lame.
Pain persitent, ?it seeks to bring.
Perversion.! ?Lusts only to inflict suffering;
it insinuates to you?; ?it whispers to me
"make them hurt,? ?then you'll be free".
Goodbye broken heart,? ?so long sorrow;
my beloved is by my side today,
I won't need yesterday's pains tomorrow
Each failed romance seemed a deathblow
that rendered my world barren and gray.
Goodbye heartbreak,? ?so long sorrow.
Old hatreds and hurts,? ?i used to borrow
as armor, to shield me from the fray.
I won't need yesterday's pains tomorrow!
No more, in morose misery,? ?do i wallow.
Tears and fears can't hang me in their sway.
Goodbye heartbreak,? ?so long sorrow
No longer does self-pity rip and harrow,
Ancient injuries are starting to fade away
I won't? ?need yesterday's pains tomorrow
Each moment once was too bitter to swallow.
Now the savor of your love flavors every day
Goodbye broken heart,? ?so long sorrow;
I won't need yesterday's pains tomorrow.
The giant’s eyes have closed.
Guards stand ready to deal the deathblow.
A hush—
The cheering crowd remembers
It’s not over until the last breath escapes.
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