Driving is not a sport for the unrehearsed,
practice makes perfect on a speeding track.
The steering wheel is a discus, blunt and capable of slicing/dicing.
A handbrake? A pull-snap-stop bone break.
Electric windows are guillotines; seatbelts are nooses in softer attire.
An Olympian goes for gold; drivers should settle for bronze on a road.
Life- Aye
My cherished one
set against
a sordid world
My lanes are coerced
just as my feet are formed
My life is a platter
furnished on a plaza
dicing my thoughts
stewing my ordeal
rendering my life
a treasure meal
set before a soulless world
Pick me the single garden weed
Who wants to be a lovely flower
If allowed to grow and be empowered
By loves sweet lavender fragrance
Inhale and be under its spell
Pick me like the last little yellow hope
For a miracle in a medical emergency
The herbs and spices dicing denim dilemma
Calming your blood pressure naturally
Easing your pain giving you reprieve
Pick me like the holiest of white words
Sautés soothing serenade silver saints
Dissolving sin stirring soulful rainbows
Making mightier Mahogany men
Waking women divine feminine womb
Pick me to be or not to be
Like the God in you chooses
To walk beyond what is known
And surpass all understanding
Of teal time energy and space
I am depending on your ability to choose
Love over hate realness over fake
Compassion discarding contempt
I am you and also her and him and humanity
Pick me and love me fiercely
Coruscating Fire, Wielding Shields Of Knights
Brandishing Spears Sacred as Light,
Crusading Upright St.George Like
Into Fields Of Destiny with Steeds Of Epic Flight,
Chasing Legends
Dicing and Slashing, Full Speed In Gleaming Sabatons
Explain the words
and all freedom is gone
Slicing and dicing
enslaved to the throng
Meaning depends
upon whom and what’s heard
Evolving new wings
—each reader a bird
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
Dark moments past witching hour,
mind watching
the clicking of neural connections
dicing the silence.
The past and future
keep gatecrashing the eye
in the middle of your nowhere.
The only thing to do
is blink those intruders away.
For now, the night is a nether world
one that does not reside in any clock.
Your mind is struck dumb
by a Greater Consciousness.
Call that Stillness: Awareness,
or by any name you choose,
it is the only One here,
the only one that is awake,
the only one that counts.
("Untitled - The Eye of Jihad", 2019, original encaustic)
Love is Love - and other absurd truisms
“Love is love” is like “Follow your bliss”
a way to deflect the moral agency
and subsequent consequence of our desires
with vague equivalency.
It’s like all love and bliss is somehow equal,
which is absurd.
What if my bliss comes from destroying yours?
Or I love abducting, raping, slicing and dicing
then barbecuing
the infant you love…?
Where is the moral equivalence?
This is why the Golden Rule sounds great
up until you are up against a masochist.
And the world today is apparently filled with masochists.
But it’s all good…
At least it feels good,
to think we are all the same, all equal
in what we love and cherish.
The truth is we aren’t.
We may all be made of the same dust,
but that doesn’t make us equal.
Meanwhile the world turns,
a hit soap-opera
in its nth season
spinning relentlessly
a veritable Wall of Death
which in its shocking extreme
delivers some kind of perverse pleasure.
It may not be bliss,
or even what we love,
but it’s certainly captivating.
(11/1/23)
I have plenty of food said his host Mr. Dicing.
You can have warm raspberry scones with sugar icing.
Dragon was sure it would not be enough food for him.
But he liked this guy, so he took a bite on a whim.
It was gooey and warm and had a sweetness full of delight
Raspberry scones are amazing, the dragon said, quite out-of-sight.
Mr. Dicing was pleased, he loved watching the big scaly beast eat.
Dragon ate a bucket of scones and yelled out, “They are so sweet!”
The bruises and burns
From her cooking and washing pots and pans
Her former hands, so dainty and soft
Have now become coarse and calloused
Scars from knives on her hands and her thighs
Cuts from slicing dicing and splicing
Several produce and foods to provide nourishment for you
Yet you disregard her efforts and don't appreciate her when due
Wives, daughters and sisters everywhere
We were always seen as the 'weaker sex'
But we rose and fought our best
To be admired and looked upon with respect.
We succeeded and made the world realise
That women aren't only knowledgable kitchen-wise
We have gifts talents, achievements and dreams
Which makes the world better more than. those can believe.
Happy Women's day to all my wonderful females
We are worth more than rubies and are as competent as the males
I'm proud of all of you for the battles you fought
Let your smile shine brightly like a beacon come forth.
Happy Women's Day
Your trademark omnivorous stunts
Glean clean what minute remnants
Menaced graces do sparingly yield;
And take back reliefs heavens field.
Inclement rob your ravenous fangs;
Mowing to naught crumbs of bread
That divine hand her children gives,
Thieving sure bits with slyest tread.
And so at this apt o'clock fine:
Twenty minutes short of nine,
Soon coming date of May 2022;
I deal you an irrevocable adieu.
And whenever your urgings goad,
In attempt to re-hook my psyche;
These sad goodbye lines I'll recite
And at once renew my full dislike.
Keep every penny you stole,
Without remorse own it all;
In vain would I seek it back
And further lose safest luck.
Bitter side of love
Oro jade
Walking along
Without stress
Without a thought
As a thousand flies
Swarm the heart
A thunderous storm
Blusterous in his wake
Wrecking the mind
While Dicing the life
Into phases
Reliving the days
As it trickle by
Tickling with the stingy time
The man and death
Both lay on the same fated bed
While the saints and sinners
Both intended robbers
Becoming Destined lovers
Forging so much love
Formed out of lust
stealing the truth
While selling a lie
Thanksgiving is almost here,
annoying school bells have stopped ringing.
Turkeys are huddling, out of sight,
and the garbage men are singing.
We’re beginning to prep side dishes,
slicing, dicing, mashing, peeling,
and I’m smiling ‘cause I feel myself
swept up in holiday feelings.
I hope that Macys is ready
for their seasonal parade.
We’ll be watching as we start to cook
the banquet that we’ve made.
I’m wishing everyone plenty,
as we shelter in our homes.
On this tame 2020 holiday,
that we’re spending home alone.
too comfortable
the get out of jail free card~
slicing and dicing
***
babies
aborted babies
couldn't breathe either
writhing about in saline seas
but not a peep from anybody
no riots-no burning cities
no angry mobs stomping (P.A.) avenue
dead babies never make for good news
no viewers-no ad revenue
dicing babies
harvesting body parts for profit
is dirty business
even for dirt bag clinics and politicians
millions of dead babies without graves
never given a name
not a peep from the drones or their royalty
peep-less in the chop city of Sea(battle)
peep-less in the big rotten apple
peep-less in Cali(horn)ia
no civil rights
for babies
millions of babies
saline babies
I can't breathe
babies
Light cuts through the cold and discord
springing to life a sense of peace,
of sun
where time got lost somehow
and we forgot how to see
it's been too long since I felt your warmth
flush upon my cheeks
your catepiliar lashes
batting at my every move
oxygen stoking your romantic stares
my apprehensions left to disappear
I'm preparing to go the distance
dicing my way through the desert of despair
just to run these wrinkled fingers
upon your flowing hair
the mirror mists as my blood runs
down a three day gruff
the blades bark and nip
at a faceless face
weary of a human race
lost, a will to run
into the fires
Hades won't win
as lying is just another sin
radiant you shine upon my window
naked, I'm ready
to take you in
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