My Pa used to always say:
"Son, life is like a game of cards,"
"Don't cheat, until no one's lookin',"
"Don't spit, in front of company,"
"Don't ever Pee, in a wind storm,"
And absolutely, positively, no matter WHAT,"
"Hey Boy, hand me another Blatz!"
"Don't ever, EVER, defecate where you eat!"
"Or is it where you work? Or was it sleep?"
"Hell, I don't know, I've soiled drawers in all three."
"After THAT, My Progeny, the world's your oyster!"
"SHUCK IT, SUCK IT, AND CHUCK IT!"
In a province exploited
by prejudiced seasons,
a minority ebony rose
is taunted by prominent
i v o r y l i l i e s.
Biased blossoms ridiculing
tones of its charcoal petals,
yet blooming in the same
quilt of soil as each other.
Soothing raindrops
never discriminate though,
as scents of petrichor
fuse with floret elegance,
nor does the sun only shine
for the privileged,
as all flora sunbathes in
the passions of its rays,
refreshed by the same
migrating gentle breeze.
Scarlet beetles
munch upon lily leaves,
whilst aphids suck
upon rose sepals.
Creepy crawlies
unconcerned with
a p p e a r a n c e,
massacre and spread
like an epidemic.
Until the arrival of
feathered immigrants,
who feast upon an
assortment of morsels.
In any garden,
birds care not for
whom they sing.
They defecate on all flowers,
aware all will wilt eventually.
Winter frost oppresses
regardless of culture,
so birds flee.
But, when roses crumble,
they re-emerge
fresher and brighter,
as their red thorns remain
protecting their right
to flourish freely under
fresh blue skies..
F O R E V E R
Why did you think then
and
Why do you feel now
You are OK to park here?
drive here?
breathe in here?
stop breathing out here?
love here?
live here?
eat here?
defecate here?
urinate here?
peak here?
fall apart here?
exercise here?
sleep here?
practice here?
reflect here?
act here?
heal here?
destroy here?
appeal here?
repeal here?
unravel here?
reweave here?
fornicate here?
make love here?
Play here as now?
Work here, and now?
Demand here, more now?
Invite here as now?
Initiate here, and now?
Conclude here is also now?
Breed here as now?
Feed here, and now?
Devour here, more now?
Regurgitate here feels now?
Learn here, as now?
Teach here and now?
Meditate here now?
Preach here is now?
Prophecy here will become back there?
Exhort here as now?
Impress here for now?
Repress here against now?
Suppress here was also now?
Oppress here loves now?
Invest here and now?
Divest here as not now?
As compared to there?
As part of liberally rooted
thinking Now
conserving felt back Then.
Convicted healthy Presence
without condemning
unwealthy Other.
i hate
to fixate
but i resonate
need water must hydrate
here is the debate
did a creator create
or from fish did we mutate
so is their one who dictates
knows all fate
hears all our communicate
sees us being inappropriate
but does not decimate
i could not dedicate
just a deviate
unable to imitate
or reciprocate
I think life is delicate
desolate
desperate
all our needs to accumulate
if their is a god he seems to be unaffectionate
probably understandable look at the state
his beautiful planet on which we urinate and defecate
If their is a god i think he is too...
You came to me, what a freight
On that lonesome winter night.
Frosted tips and glistening everything white,
I will never forgive you, for taking away my landscape of green suede.
I loved her, growing more, you made her grow less, death in your presence.
You came to me, what a freight,
I watched as your white powder became her play mate.
Trusted you, she indulged-
Until all at once she defecate.
You are not the grim reaper, but you bear sorrow,
My eyes only see white, I miss the colors.
This meadow was filled with my lover.
Her yellow daffodil lips, when parted tasted like jasmine,
Her peach fuzzed moss that framed the temples her forefront,
Her welcoming tree trunks that brought home to those wandering-
BRAVO,
Are you happy?
You covered her, leaving me now, just hollow.
Let this be my sacrament of lust.
Red dripping flesh I tear with my teeth,
Absorbed by my viscera,
Becoming one with my being,
Merging with my soul.
I am an eater of dead things,
As are we all.
Why should I not indulge my instincts?
I am as I was made,
Not as you would wish.
Simpering vegans,
Pantywaist abstainers,
Steer clear of my path
Lest I eat you alive tonight
And you’ll all be defecate by morning.
Na zdravie.
Seagulls can cover hundreds of square miles of ground.
For them, so much scavenged food can be found.
Despite their numbers steadily on the increase,
the amount of food they can find will never cease.
There is one thing about these birds I especially hate:
That is when they dive bomb on us and defecate.
They remind me of the zeros attacking Pearl Harbor, Hawaii.
I don't know about you, but I don't want them near me.
As for feeding seagulls, don't even bother to care.
That would be like putting Donald Trump on welfare!
Backward word exceptions for me
from mothers cold lipless tongue drips lies,
White and stagnation
void of a life.-
Is nothing sacred mother?
My mother?
Is nothing pure?
Even babies defecate and are never clean anymore.
I fail--as she fell.
But two eyes are better than three
and doesn’t allow such and such’s brain to bleed.
She had her head on the floor but she had her eye on me.
Lips soft as a kiss and open for guests but no feelings
there was no life there
nothing intermission to flatten the flowers and lost.
Further expeditions into my fragile fragmented psyche
leads one to a temporary understanding of life
through the perspective of one afraid of conformity
yet change
yet being identified as a same
the same-ness is a blow to the ego center
bordering on ego death
but only by a completely Egotistico way
you and you and you and me I you and we
our seasons the moment we are zero: a free radical
As I get older, there will come a time when life will no longer be so appealing. My outlook will change, and I will welcome Death as a friend and breathe a grateful sigh of relief when He visits me. In His wisdom, God has decreed that every living thing must die so life may renew, and I'm no exception. Until that time arrives, however, I intend to enjoy the gift of life to its fullest. I will open my eyes to the beauty of the Earth, listen to Her music, and feel Her caresses as She nurtures my mortal body from infancy to Death, preparing me for eternal life beyond. And I will open my heart and assist other travelers sharing this magical journey through life with me.
names etched in marble
birds defecate on gravestones...
nature sheds no tears
On hallowed ground behind the etched-stone marker
roses, withered, shriveled, disturbed by crows,
now unwillingly tumble and scatter to the after
like wisps of nothingness colliding with the blows
of empty wind. When will this torment end?
A single stem, bare, not a thorn to prick;
A bitter reminder that a stem can bend
in many ways and still, be destroyed by wind.
Carried off by talons of a black raven beast,
stem gone, petals lost, tears dried by passing time
alone. Since then, the cold vicious winds have ceased
to exist, and yet, like a grandfather reliant on its chime,
crows return with a crave to defecate on them again,
and hunt for roses laid a top of someone’s bitter end.
Our government instills fear in all of us.
You can't deny the fear you feel when dealing with the IRS.
We fear our government because against it we feel powerless,
but all governments worldwide fear one fear most greatest,
and that's when government receives a message that opens with,
"Greetings From ANONYMOUS"
that's when governments defecate a brick.
*
We Are ANONYMOUS
We Are Legion
We Do Not Forgive Or Forget
Crimes Against Humanity And Treason.
We Do Not Rest, We Are Relentless,
We Fight For Freedom, Truth, Justice
And The Pursuit Of Happiness.
We Are ANONYMOUS
We Do Not Tolerate The Unjust
We Will Not Be Suppressed,
Expect Us
*
Welcome to my throne
make yourself at home
If you want to urinate
please don't hesitate
Now If you have to defecate
dont take long to evacuate
take the deodorizer and spray
to keep that funky smell away
Cat's are not my favourite animal for reasons I shall tell
I don't like how they look or how they actually smell
And they kill all the beautiful birds that I love to watch fly by
They defecate in my herb garden that just makes everything die
Then they bring them dead birds into the house as a loving gift
And they don't care if it's a Pidgeon, Blackbird, Robin or a swift
Evil little buggers!
They cost a fortune in tinned and packet food
They rub their bottom in your face which I think is rather rude
And sticking their claws in your legs puffing you up like a cushion
And the sudden pain makes you kick out like a dancing Russian
Yeah, Cat's are not my favourite animal for many a reason
They're so selfish and unloyal they should be tried for treason!
14/9/2016
Dig up running honeysuckle
It seems to resist demise
Wraps its long slender arms around
The Clematis my prize
It has coked out the lilies fair
Left little space for bulbs
Why birds did you use that space
To defecate a tub
Those seeds digested prolific
Honeysuckle runs wild
No place for something aggressive
In my garden so mild
Two day tropical winter camping trip. Secluded serene scene. Gentle breeze brushes skin. Take deep breath. Country air is sweet. Bird serenade warms the heart. We sit and sigh, loving the natural high.
Venture out for a walk. See muddy wallows. Feral hogs are about. Death’s scent invades the nose. Flies buzz and maggots feast on hog’s carcass. Nature cleaning up.
Back at camp we sit, contemplate. Suddenly, we’re boom-boxed by boisterous bass beats as city jungle on wheels cruise by. Why can’t they appreciate and not defecate on tranquility?
Nightfall comes. Campfire time. Up high, heaven sprinkles starlight. We get lost in the feeling of being free.
winter rain
falls hard all night long
~tent spring leaks
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