To dust, The old boxes in the attic, the old toys in the basement, they turn to dust as they stay forgotten, the cotton rabbit going rotten. The boxes taped close, as if reopened they'd grow and Molden. the small bed in the room, needing dusting, the frames rusting and the sheets clustering. the pictures turned down, the stand broken and the glass broken, the frame cracked and dusted. The kid in this room loved it, but moved out for peace, getting a lease and building a life, new bed, new pictures, new boxes and new toys for the kids they had themselves, and soon enough that kid's room will dust too. Not in dirtiness but in affection, showing how much it was looked in, slept and cried in, and used. SO if you dust it don't throw out the boxes, don't resell the toys, don't throw out the broken pictures and please don't dismantle the bed, leave it to be, leave the memories fly around, leave it as a museum until the kid comes into that house, picking that same room, using that same bed, ripping those same boxes and playing with those same toys. To dust, is to love.
Trying to tear down, the walls that I've built,
Layer upon layer, like the finest silt.
A brick at a time, I tried to dismantle,
The process is slow, like a burning candle.
Agonizing and painful, the memories unfold,
Whispers and torment that's never been told.
Fighting sanity, and the right to stay sober,
Wanting nothing more, then to have closure.
Things that happened, weren't always by choice,
Speaking out, is my anguish a voice.
Weaving a tapestry, of lies and deceit,
Not changing my ways, I'm destined to repeat.
Accepting help, is hard for me to do,
You can't do it alone, that statement rings true.
Driving for change, I keep falling short,
Getting in the way, myself I must thwart.
Destroyer, discrepancies.
How to sort them out?
Dismantle, then fire post-freeze.
River, run rue rout.
Destrier, to break mid-stride.
Sacrifice a pawn.
Midnight train, buy ticket, ride.
That will mow the lawn.
Priceless? Quite a prize? Surmise.
In passing? En prise.
Ring? Alchemy. Arcane? Rise.
Stifled cries? No lies.
Falconer, thy widening gyre.
Second coming? Now.
Come and see? Fine funeral pyre.
Live wire, take a bow!
Broil and char? From near to far.
Muskellunge and gar.
Peacocks pretty, poison par.
Dream, seem. Lead. Red star.
Serenity? Stable, sage.
Madness, mycophage.
Roundabout, rill. Rusty cage.
Symptoms mad, thy age.
Ark electric, how you burn.
Tones, burst sonic flame.
Mind cartoons? Ashes in urn.
Same game? Claim the name.
Armies, mechanize and wail.
Never end, our tale.
Weak resistance stale, you fail.
Blaspheme, boil and bail.
Silver, sickles. Red regrets.
Automaton, glean:
He who risks it all once bets.
Wind and wintergreen...
From Makhaleng’s stone, from Thames’ steady beat,
A single rhythm stirs, a pulse grows strong—
O Sisters of the Soil and Sisters of the Street,
Your hour is come to dismantle ancient wrong.
We know the weight: the gourd, the grinding stone,
The quiet ledger balanced late alone,
The branded scars empires refuse to own.
Shall we be silent while the market’s hand
Sells childhood short and plunders every shore?
While truth is buried in the poisoned sand
And justice knocks upon a bolted door?
No. Let the kgotla’s wisdom find the air,
Let Parliament’s cold vault with echoes ring—
Two streams now rising in a single dare
To strip the armour from the faltering king.
So blend the strength—the sereto and the sonnet’s fire,
The drummer’s call, the bell from Tower’s height.
Weave from two strengths one unassailable choir
To drag this shivering century to light.
Let every cry for right, an anthem be,
A towering Baobab, a Sovereign Tree.
their dryer keeps breaking down
her husband does not understand
neither do the appliance people
they have provided three free service calls
it is as if she wants to go to the laundromat
where are you going now? Her husband asks.
Laundromat, she says with a long-disappointed sigh.
He decides to follow her this time.
When he sees the cushy recliner, he understands.
If you stop breaking the dryer, can I buy you that chair?
She nods
ashamed of her forbidden pleasure
one she was afraid to admit to her husband.
He buys the recliner from the laundromat owner on the spot.
Cheaper than a new dryer.
And he was afraid she would dismantle the washer next.
poetic spirits
descend, integration high ~
words brew balance heal
***
more than desires
souls using love alchemy ~
vulnerable yet safe
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bridging opposites
mind with intuition blend ~
light stirs shadows mend
***
powerful heart art
aids ascension it strengthens ~
dissolve fickle fears
***
stanzas musical
awake dormant memory ~
ether hugs matter
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sacred offerings
ripple slowly silently ~
seek no shame fame games
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crystalline sonnets
develops confidence sought ~
nought is its asking
***
unfolds clarity
wisdom wafts widening fun ~
dance new beginnings
***
blue sky verses rain
land on fertile soil sprouting ~
lyrical embrace
***
dismantle defences
releasing traces of snare ~
change control to care
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truth unwavering
building new citadels high ~
outrun dark lurkings
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birthing phoenixes
vibrant vibrations present ~
discernment opals
***
sweep obsolete ash
poets process with progress ~
heaven on earth sure
Mommy.
You cried like a ghost mouthful of lullabies about death.
Snow covered your smile half way in becoming
To never become full.
Mommy mommy mommy I asked you to
Tell me a story about a ghost cause fairies were boring or...
Because we were a dark story.
I'm sorry that you didn't get to live. Only
Heart broken like your health from smoking too many cigarettes.
Mommy
But you taught me, you taught me not to trust
Wolfs.
You taught me that you can pick cherries from trees and make
Pies. That an angry woman snarls like a wrath....
And that at times... At times... At times....
Mommy. You kissed me with your past
But I
shook off the snow from my mouth.
I chose to
Dismantle this unfortunate creation.
There was no foundation for me to bloom but I bloom
Regardless.
Mommy, I never felt angry at you.
Only for you. For having to be with a man who did not understand.
Did not understand
And a world that was the same.
It includes Sopka Veles speaks
the balalaika
Eumetopias Jubatus spoke this to the people.
from the Stone area of Mesozoic and Paleozoic.
Severo-Kurilsk in the Kuril Islands
the reports spoke of a 8.8 magnitude quake here
a quake that caused a tsunami wave.
from alaska to california thru mexico to the
south american coast
they watched and waited
for the wave not know how intense it would be.
tsunami warning in Hawaii, after damage in both Russia
and Japan. They discontinued the tsunami warnings Crescent City
was the last to warning.
The Kamchatka quake caused Volcano to erupt off the coast
of Russia.Klyuchevskoy Volcano spewed it's load, ashfall
caused damage.
The Songs to appease Perun has angered Veles
he unleased quake after quake to
quiet there worship
and after the strongest quake
he made the volcano erupt
and send out a tsunami to
dismantle the Temples
the people built
to worship Perun.
I burn the midnight air with questions,
Thin syllables crack like bones in the dark.
No teacher waits behind the door—
Only the echo of my own demand.
A hunger sharper than teeth,
A solitude that bruises the ribs,
The patience to swallow dust and ashes,
To peel silence back until it bleeds.
Books are stone fruits, bitter in the mouth,
I crush them with my tongue until they sweeten.
The mirror is merciless,
It asks me what I deserve to know.
Discipline is a blade I must learn to wield,
Loneliness a candle flickering on my desk.
I must dismantle myself to read myself,
Construct a cathedral of fragments.
Knowledge is marrow—devoured or lost.
The grand plan is to homogenize nations
Strip them of their unique faces.
Replace them with a plastic mask.
Force-feed them into a blender.
Dismantle the backbone- the middle class.
Make the masses interdependent.
Feed them their own blood.
Their bones into crumbs.
Take away their means to defend.
Put shackles on God -unleash Satan.
Godless governments putting lipstick on a pig.
They call that supreme salesmanship.
Telling us the hag is a princess.
Oil and water will never mix.
Neither does love and greed.
Darkness and light will meet
on the battle plain horizon...
This deep musk is but a brief illusion.
God will never die.
The narrow-minded lit the fuse.
We, the people on the eve of
Reigniting liberty and life.
Their blood was the poison that would kill them
Their presence blinding
That's why they hate them
They come too close and try to touch them
But they didn't know that we are the sun
That trying to block out the sun
Would become their biggest problem
Actions have consequences
And we were their karma
The one thing they can't have our colour
Their envy would be their downfall
The sun feeds the earth its energy
So when you take it away, you better hope it has empathy
Or maybe we should take a leaf out of your book and show no mercy
Revenge is a dish best served with a side of justice
If you haven't realised yet we are the sun
We will burn of your skin until your flesh and bone
And drown you in a pool of your blood
So that you understood
That we all bleed red and to dismantle your victimhood
And now we watch you struggle in a prison of your own blood
Corrosion seeps into a floundering mind,
Disembodied memories unbind.
Set free, lacerating into a trembling spine,
Threads of a soul spill, taunting it’ll never be fine.
Abandon the white-knuckle grasp you have on sanity;
You’ve become perverse, a mere profanity.
Watch as we dismantle your facade of vanity,
Swept away on sulphur winds with any remaining humanity.
Stripped bare, exposing inner turmoil beneath,
Into the flesh your darkness sinks its sharpened teeth.
Malignant chaos has been unsheathed,
As to the Nether your soul has been bequeathed.
Edvard's exile could not deter
the course as it flowed
or blood that drove
through his body
life had to change
when the soldiers came
bringing tanks and arms of oppression
machines of war rolled and crushed
Europe was hushed
marching on the 15th
raising flags and ideals
London resigned to opening doors
a haven of sorts
for a few
families and friends
were left to defend
breaking cogs to dismantle and hinder
the view
hiding to assemble
coded messages
that were shared and leaked
though aggression peaked
proving too strong to overcome
yet hearts still beat
and there lay a pulse
duty could not be ignored
as the voices aligned
with a throbbing increase
representing a nation
two and more gave themselves
and rose to the call of the people
standing up
proving no longer the victim
for human passion will smash and smelt iron
selflessly with a cost that would seem to outweigh
the weight of a loss
of one soulless life
we remember that day
the 27th of May
when Jan and Josef gave their all for the fight
and with them hope and freedom were alive.
What is the point of air if it does not carry your scent through the world,
What is the purpose of the sun if it does not illuminate your skin with its gentle rays?
If you leave, I will rewrite existence, dismantle reality brick by brick,
Until time forgets how to flow and gravity loses its resolve,
Until the cosmos itself wrinkles like an old, defeated parchment.
You do not belong to me, I know this, but tell me, my love, how does one "unlive" a soul
That has already been welded into my veins, that flows through me like a river?
In this stream of consciousness where love and longing intertwine like a spell,
I remain a prisoner of your memory, a poet of an endless love.
You are an echo in every breath, a light shining in my depths,
And no matter how I try to forget you, you are a song written in my heart forever.
What is the point of the stars if they do not reflect your gaze in the endless night?
What is the purpose of the universe if it cannot whisper your name among the constellations?
Welcome to The State of Dis Union.
Here are some “dis” words to describe The State of Dis Union.
Dismantle, disruptive, disagree, disrespectful, distract,
Disappointing, disable, discredit, disregard, disobey,
Dislike, disloyal, dislocate, disaffiliate, disrepute,
Disgrace, disaffirm, dishonest, disembark, disinfect
Disgusting, disturbing, dismiss, discontinue, disarm,
Disconnect, disorderly, disassociate, discreet,
Disapprove, dissent, dispute, disorientated,
Disorderly, discord, disadvantage, disbelief,
Displeased, dislodge, disclaim, dishonor, distant,
Disarray, disconcerted, disintegrate, disinform,
Dismal, disown, dispatch, disparity, disguise,
Discriminate, discard, dissolve, distort, distrust,
Discombobulated, disband, discountenance, disaster…
Yep, sounds about right.
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