Mrs. Hickey, you’ve been on my mind,
just like a ball of twine
on a spool that never ends.
Though I’d never clapped an eye on you
my hands explored you:
feel the knees on me!
Hey, baby, let’s take a chance:
I left the condoms in my other pants.
Rollicking times,
late November back in sixty-three,
that’s when I shot John F. Kennedy
(superstar, but he didn’t get far).
Olivia Neutron Bomb,
you can ring my bell.
Gonna take a trip to Lonesome Town,
gonna stay at Heartbreak Hotel.
The aerial’s broke
can’t watch ‘Gunsmoke’
how are we gonna get by?
No BBC no ITV
above us only Sky.
Gypsies, stamp your feet.
Scrape that muck off your face.
Take your teeth out,
tell me what’s wrong.
Don’t go painting with emulsion.
Ain’t no sausages now.
There’s a ghost in my house.
Just one look and I can hear a bell ring.
We’ve got a liberal dad and a bachelor pad
and we do it.
Four hundred children and a crap in the field.
I can see Deirdre now Lorraine has gone.
I didn’t get the point
of Barton Fink, though.
I think I’m turning Japanese,
I really think so.
Mind racing with horrid thoughts of this so-called end time
not knowing what to believe from all the hearsay floating
The chatter has gotten louder no matter the source, true
or false has always been the questions with no answer
sounding safe to trust.
People driving around looking for households items they
assume will run out of stock. Fearing not having enough
survivor products to keep a sense of safety in case of a
major catastrophic event. Fear has always been the worst
enemy of any time in history.
A planted seed of something disastrous used to get unconscious
minds of the fearful to conjure that illusion as a manifestation.
Quiet way to use most unknowingly in a worldwide ritual. This
has/need to stop, people wake up. Change fear and grief to
power of love. Yes, it can be difficult, learn to overwrite fear.
A conscious mind in coherence with a healed heart is the manna,
the kingdom, and the heavens within. The balance of the emotions
are the acceptance of a emulsion(duality) of light and dark which
give comprehension to the flow (polarity) of positive and negative;
yes, ups and downs are normal.
CACOETHES
The urge comes upon us all, in time
To step over the line, however bad
Yet some of us know, others do not
How deep into trouble one has got
For a few, it can be starting the rot
But in ignorance, still won’t be sad
And not recognise when it’s a crime
One may even surrender to the urge
When being naughty is all that it is
But not when it’s serious infatuation
Nor if resulting in severe perturbation
Breathe deep with a slow exhalation
Perhaps even welcome that rare fizz
And feel a little sizzle with the surge
Embrace control as smooth emulsion
Always know the way back to sanity
The word created by ancient Greeks
Heed the warning of which it speaks
Read those signs in reddening cheeks
And listening out for all the profanity
Yet be wary if it becomes compulsion
I had put our meeting off so many times for fear that it would fail, and be a waste of time. I prepared a lovely salad. Thought I'd make some mayonnaise. The kind I thought you liked, with a yolk of free-range eggs, gluten-free and ovovegetarian. Low-carb to be on the safe side as well. Not the bottled commercial stuff full of preservatives and chemicals, but hand-made fresh from scratch au naturel, sweet, tasty, tangy and lovely.
I gently beat the egg yolk and slowly drizzled the vegetable oil into it a few drops at a time, while whisking, relatively not too briskly. I thought all was going ever so well. But the mixture became clumpy and lumpy as the emulsion broke, fell apart, and separated. I started again, mixing ever so slowly this time to bring the immiscible oil and yolk slowly together to meld and combine. But I failed again and again and again.
Out of eggs, with no time to get more, I made a vinaigrette instead! Oil and vinegar, smooth and rough, sweet and sour. They meld so well, despite their relative quirks and differences. No yolk this time. Touche.
Sugar paper petals rippable Hibiscus
Musk sap via jungle civet melts to jelly
Turkish Delight icing, licked clean fingers
Rubber soft texture entices tongues joyfully
Mallow centesimal stripes boiled candy
Star picket stick pink pigment saccharine
Temptress in dress derived from deer manly
Restless gypsy tastebuds buzz within labyrinth
Gender column calm offers an absconding
Seductive glands have universal indulgence
Elon holds obstinately to his Mars 2030 colony
Stamen aims telescope towards closer emulsion
Satellite dish observation grants mans' wishes
Expands our command of unimagined planets
Future mixes musk fusions for either expeditious
Sows anise seeds for Mars far sighted inhabitants
23rd January 2023
Written for Contest: Musk
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Oyster flour
to make putty
mixed with
strene acrylic
emulsion
modified
mulite organic
micro mist
magnesium borate
crystal
wisker!
You trembled the morning he asked you for bread,
Unfleeting suspicions raced to your mind,
Your eyes sang prayers,
Prayers they hadn't sung in years,
For the fireworks that you had designed.
Your son had thrown stones at his door,
Laughed at the kohl in his eyes,
But has seen the growing patient delight,
From a time when Taqiyahs did not decide,
A trust borne of painful demise.
The sonorous boom of a detonation,
Red alleys in the streetlight,
Or the delicate emulsion of blood in rain,
Whence left behind their daunting stain,
Had blurred your trusting sight.
The night he returned,
His kohl mixed with blood,
And a cape of colours dressed his skin,
A part of you died within,
A pain in your heart churned.
You touched the ground,
Hoping to clean his blood off the porch,
The stains remained,
You hoped that his body decayed,
But his torso blessed the floor.
The 5 o clock prayers, the ones you loathed,
your ears yearn to touch their notes,
The taqiyah soaked in sweat,
You hold it closer to your chest,
and as soon as those feelings were loaned,
You only found his stolen bone.
Beyond imagination
states my destination
fluctuation of hope and infatuation
affection and attention
reverence revelation
abduction of abject envision
sail through perversion
a wide sea,,,no redemption
rooted on superstition
aucnoction in elegant elusion
meet in a silent assumption
its now jubilation
jolt in gentle generation
chute in constant rebellion
hearts in emulsion
raw revere resignation
rods on rough roads revolution
pretence an option
to keep me in motion
this is just an abormination
Constantly misunderstood
doesn't mean I hate them
or they don't love me
we are just oil and water
incapable to make perfect emulsion
even though trying hard is not questionable
at the each end we walk out divided
continuously misinterpreted
race against your walls
leaves me in bruises
which drag out mine worst
and I can't stand those mirrors where
your perception of me becomes my reflection
words are metamorphosed in winging daggers
I'm always the one with apple on the top of the head
confidence that you are trained not to hurt me
doesn't decrease sorrow for your choice of the game
you know
I'm wearing that apple deliberately, but you ...
have you got valour for envision
how far is it from my ceasing to stand still?
The umbra of my Soul's eclipse,
Stellar dweller cosmic ships.
Solar flares and lunar lairs-
Blackest Holes and deep abyss...
Photo gamma satellite,
Telescopic magnetite.
Anti-Matter fusion shatters
Super-Nova afterlife
Gravimetric poly-synthetic-
Nano vortex optic aesthetic
(Overloaded circuits exploded!)
Isotopic pseudo-frenetic
Electromagnetic static compulsion;
Subatomic particle propulsion;
Supersonic chronic convulsion-
Microscopic mega emulsion.
Toxic, caustic antiseptic,
Hyperactive epileptic;
Hydroponic telekinetic-
Quantum neuro cybernetic
Paralyzed by all the Lies,
Erratic, manic muffled cries...
Catastrophic chaotic logic-
Conflicted, afflicted--dies!
oil and water
(feelings + thoughts)
shake it
drip
drop
oil
shake it
create this colloidal
emotion, I mean, emulsion
drip
drop
Love Unlimited(Monorhyme)
Your love for me is like a positive addiction,
which attracts my being with strong fusion.
Many have said I should thread this path with caution,
but I prefer to continue to swim in this portion.
You came into my world to lubricate it with lotion,
which removes the twisted rusty friction.
I long for miscible emulsion full of emotion,
which you gave freely with strong passion.
Your parents wanted a rich man with influential caption,
Friends have tried to dissuade you from this union,
But your affection flows like milk out of zion.
Mother forbade me to mingle for your crude fashion,
Your kind and naive nature gave me a different notion.
Though you battle with cancer,my love is not fiction,
I will be beside you to kick against medical allusion,
Leaving you without comfort is not an option.
Releasing you for HIM-Mr.Death is an illusion.
I will try,I will strive-my love is without limitation
9-28-2011.
*dedicated to all cancer patients*-There is still hope.
INFATUATION
Infatuation the source for blind
Love;
For it moves with notion to in-let love
And mollify yet,set indiscreet the strength of ones
Mind.
Infatuation works with an ornamental
Emotions,
Emotion which call for oscillation to love and
Kills the ode of aromatic fuss with its innate
Ornament.
Infatuated minds are full of odds and ends
Means;
To over lap ones with the incarnation of it
Enchantment,
Infatuation the short cut for Emulsion.
21/11/2002(4:30pm)
The poet tree
little it be
growing emotions
stable roots emulsion
written in concrete
seed the street
as peace awaits under
shadow of tree lovely
oak that breaks asunder
I’d love to be a model
Tall and thin like Jerry Hall
But I like fish and chips too much
And I’m only five feet tall
I’d love to be a dancer
With poise, and style, and grace
But I was born with two left feet
And would end up flat on my face
I’d love to be a climber
Scaling mountains in one single bound
But I get dizzy in high heels
So I’d best keep my feet on the ground
I’d love to be an athlete
With medals of gold on my chest
But it takes all my breath, to run a bath
So relaxing at home is best
I’d love to be a painter
And have works of art hanged in great halls,
But the only paint that I can use
Is emulsion you slop onto walls
I’d love to be an actress
Starring on the silver screen
But with my memory, I’d forget the script
“What was I saying?” – see what I mean
I’d love to be an explorer
Through untamed jungles I’d caper
But I love the luxuries of life
Like hot baths, and toilet paper!
I’d love to be a poet
And write my own anthology
But that’s just another pipe dream
So I’ll have to be, just me.
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