Waking up with bleary eyes
to a chicken ovum as it fries,
I brushed aside ten thousand lies,
my memory to jog -
a vision of the backward walking dog.
Had my brain been so badly mangled
it could not be disentangled.
Yes! Before me, the image dangled.
I could see it through a fog
(of pea soup) - the backward walking dog.
Could it be the devil's nature,
an omen or fate's nomenclature?
The body from a westbound freighter
thrown into a bog -
it was the backward walking dog.
Perhaps in this rancid rubbage heap,
philosophy or something deep
could make me return to sleep,
knowing, I am but a cog,
and forget the backward walking dog.
A visage or a psychic scourge,
no act of man or God will ever purge,
and there is no truth to yet emerge -
just crawling from that hollow log -
the backward walking dog.
Extricating himself from the stench
Of malfeasance and saturnine flirt
And letting go of fleeting grasps that hurt,
He gulps galls that all atrocities quench.
Her trapping snares and claws of death
Capture and enslave with biting clasps,
And he tearfully tries with groaning gasps
To flee from this enslaving dragon breath.
And now time has flown to decades two
And he hasn’t yet disentangled himself
From this deathless devilish amorous elf
That coils round his glittering jewels true.
Madness to the Method
It did not come from mode of method,
nor from the charted mind.
But sprung from a will-o'-the-wisp
spark in the blind spot shadow,
of the brain, disentangled and drifting.
The idea slipped in sideways,
from the periphery of focus,
when attention was distracted,
by the flit of eyes glancing,
in other ways on other days,
For the more you look,
the less likely you are to see,
the brilliant gems lying
invisible to naked eyes,
blinded by the wont-of-desire
for discovery, to stare intensely
at the target, and not look away.
But, it takes a touch of madness,
to notice strange occurrences,
in the clutter and debris of
random observations falling
like ticker-tape from
still-born mode-of-method showers,
of collected failures-to-disprove.
It takes the madness of
serendipity for one
to take potluck picks
in the box of tricks
smart minds often miss,
to pick winners
with happenstance.
Quote by: Michael Bassey Johnson
“Beyond the veil lies what our eyes cannot see,
skin cannot feel and consciousness cannot absorb.”
A parting thought in the middle of ordinary time
flesh wants to stay but the heart wants to soar
inside a broken temple the intervals of misery persist
and so she flies on, into a world untouchable as dawn;
She is a castaway in a land far away
a daydreamer disentangled from the rip tide of reality
a torn vessel gliding through a shroud, most High.
Forty cubits long and twenty cubits wide
she fits in the palm of His hand, like a small Jesus.
It takes three hundred Sacred Angels
to appease her ear-shattering cries
Each time she flies here to this place,
her wistful sadness disappears.
This is a place where all good girls go to die
where the agatat sound of a tearing veil
and the arcanum whisper of God prevails,
A place where a child is heard and paried in love.
Police grabbed mahsa and forced her to sit in Police vehicle.Her brother tried to intervene but his arm was twisted behind his back.After he disentangled himself.
Morality Police told her brother that his sister would be released after one hour.
Then bother and sister were taken to the detention centre.They took mahsa in other room locked the door and gave her an injection to stop the heart.Amini's brother claims that he heard screams from inside.He was waiting outside when he was told that she went in coma.This is the same injection game which zafar supari killer plays to execute his critics in the name of Psycho Counselling.Cause Of death is chemical injection drug dose.Note.1.Drink.2.Drugs.3.Fire..GAME...
Hidden in the midst of lustre eyes,
Craving to be labelled and disentangled,
Such a noble deed and enterprise
Can only by a poet's hand, be mantled.
With a papyrus and a quill
In delight, he basks in poetry.
Such feeling that stirs the soul to squeal
As with shaky hand, babbles away in ecstasy.
© Temajung Michael T.
Stripped into auspicious
Feeding on vacuous
Tongue tied inversion
Masterful assimilation
Befuddled into coercion
The ******** on creation
A fortress in distinction
Disentangled from catipulation
Disemburdened from aberration
Digression from complaisant
Dispensation of prerogative
Perfunctory of repurchase
moonlight nestles
into every curve...
afterglow
_______________
5/7/13
for Catie
If loving you is an abomination,
To the wind I shall throw caution.
This feeling transcends affection,
Because I am swallowed by passion.
For you my inner Soul keeps yearning.
The flame of this relationship keeps burning.
In scorn, my cherished friends are laughing.
To them I have tasted lunacy or I have been drinking.
They say my tender love got me bamboozled.
Day and Night they have struggled
To have me from this bloom disentangled.
Their futile attempt would have them ridiculed.
Sempiternity Birth
At last, when the world is done
In the final end of all your dreams
At last to rest
No more the veils of sorrows bitterness
Slipped from the noose
All the pains of your heart
This life flow ebb relinquishes grasp
To carry no more these burdens
And so all the questions fade
Their shadows irksome litany unanswered
Floats away
To the pointless hills of aspiration
Where all thought matters not
And see such grandeur of tissue castles
Have come to nought
This final sigh reaches to the unknown
Goes out beyond any description
Of matter intoxicated form
And vanishes before those who carry on
Without you
There before all the stars you are freed
Disentangled from such petty cravings
Loosened at last from all your need
In the borrowed time of eternity
You pass from flesh
To the ever open door of death
Leave the earth in its slow struggling vibration
Eternal now as you pass beyond
With all the collected works of love
And those in perpetuity carry on
With you
The birth upon your final breath
Exhales within infinity
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