Sounds of spoken silence, a slight bit slippery,
Comfortable claims that ease and sing perfect songs,
Rescuing eruptive ridges embroidered in effervescent languages,
Oh, the uncomplex nature of your predictable valiance,
I’ve watched plenty of promises pretend to prosper,
While pouring perishing peace into pieces of me.
If to love you, sunken scars must bleed not bruise,
If to move you, soul must listen not speak
If we must live, what parts of us would die?
For I ache to pierce through materials manufactured by misled manipulators,
So, Before the instrument full of stain begins its calligraphy,
Mark me with the winter that hold your heart,
Tell the frost, how your limbs draw out my gravest parts,
It is your festering flaw, your voice that still anguishes me,
A sickness , for a figure driven by shame.
Dark Matters burn; a new age will beckon
Ancient plans turn; with creaking tendons
providence a blight, hidden in questions.
Made of the aether; not of the heavens.
Coalescing tangles and connections makes.
Spinning an eon; the darkness breaks
Shadows cast in the gleaming wakes.
Gravity pulls into endless space.
Eruptive remnants of eons past
a common core of bonded ash
come together to form, at last,
a brand new cycle from circling gas.
Chances she had to be disruptive,
Like others try out The Abortive
And like them unleash The Eruptive,
But she chose to be The Supportive:
For the legs that hop a bit a prop,
To pens asking for more ink "Don't stop".
Soup I thank for proving me active
On matters hyping not The Native.
Tower she does with clean objective,
Her actions shaming The Subjective!
What a lovely meeting in Soup Hall
For slacking verses an overhaul;
Great ideas rolling like football,
Before Doubting Thomas I stand tall!
Wondrous was the day that you were born,
Our miracle made from loves composed…
A thousand Angels came to adorn,
Symphonic seraphim smiling posed.
What a joy to hold you forever,
Eruptive emotions with love flow…
Your healing heart our greatest treasure,
Your festal face heavens afterglow.
Happy birthday till the end of time!
Sept.19.2019
Queen Of Day 9 x 9 Poetry
Sponsored by: charles messina
Music...Cradle Rock
Pink Floyd~Time
By Brash Music
With a female Virtual Voice
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Dormant desires within derelict deserts’
Winds whispering of your selective stealth
Frozen fingers that chill the empty spaces
Longing for you a pacifier of thickened thorns
Discombobulation drives the day
Your mendacious love marooned on dusty dunes
Secluded silhouettes stranded
Mystifying mirages migrating
Only sacrificial shadows scream
Where your love mutates into a holographic hollow
Desolation within a Venus vacuum
An anemic vampire
Erotic deceptions dominate deflecting desires
Eruptive emotions have no place to tread
For your unfulfilling love, a puff of smoke
In a hellion hole.
Sept.10.2019
Sometimes love is not enough
Sponsored by: Silent One
Placed 2'nd & POTD...Thank You
I'm eruptive
Explosive
Ready to implode
Feel the heat inside me rising
Like a kettle on a stove
I clench my teeth together
Grind them with my jaw
So filled with pain and anger
My fury is so raw
My skin is turning color
I see it in my face
From white to deep red scarlet
As my blood begins to race
I'm so mad I'm shaking
These flames just cant be caged
I'm on fire, an inferno
Burning up with rage
Won't somebody save me
End this misery
Douse me with some water
Take a blanket, smother me
Please hurry it's engulfing me
Turn the heat down, make me cold
Before I char and turn to ashes
Like a kettle on a stove
Should I come this way again, I wonder what I would see, who would I find left.
If the seasons were the same would the visions and the images remain as they are, does anything or anyone remain, unchanged?
Or would all be erased, eradicated by both time and the eruptive expanses of both man and earth?
Beneath the layers of sand and and dirt would my bones be ground beneath the centuries lost and forgotten? Would the scientists theorize some alien species implanted my DNA here upon this world eons ago? And foolishly would they still venture out into space seeking other worlds and beings when they are incapable of securing peace down here on earth with their own?
The human experience is incomplete and yet we struggle and search continually
for something else, always more, unawares, disregarding what we have here and are yet to see and fully find.
Should I come this way again
would I be able to find me?
Virtual Fantasy
by Odin Roark
So innocent they
But three years old
Wanting parent look
Upon their face
First on paper
Crayon scribbles
Then long waits
Yearly Halloween
And make-believe
Come paint-on tats
Just like mommy daddy
On leg
Neck
Heart
Then to legal age innocence
Crow’s feet cover
Cheekbone carving
Botox injections
Steroid Adams
Enhancement Eves
Fast forward
Beneath gender façade
Lurks a swirling cauldron
Marveling in grease slick color
Oil running hot
Engine never cold
To be
Is not to be
Man and woman
Where molten-hardened
Eruptive cycles
So often masked
Addictively rush tomorrow’s reality
Meanwhile
History ever fading
Continues priming expectants
Reminding Barbie doll captives
And GI Joe dreamers
Tomorrow’s headgear fantasy
Comes with warning
Virtual sympathy
Not included
How full is the earth’s beauty!
And how I implore the lengthening
Of just a day; that I may bask in
That days brief eruptive flowering.'
Oh how a blemish, throws my senses reeling,
As I pulsate to the Hidden altercation,
'That holds' the core of my habitations 'way'
Eternity is of how long a span?
I know not hereof! 'yet in this
World I crave that longer day.'
Long as the scent of roses reaching,
Climbing up to a too brief climax.
In this climactic world of too brief days,
How I long to know of immortal extemporal
A sign of eternal promise to existence
Once 'pon a swirling..'
Marred in the making, you clay of Creation!
How I compare of the fleeting beauties?
Held it the grasp of a miss-formed pulsating sway
Beauty exists because of imperfect
A balance of imbalance's one may say.'
So, no existence is invalid; ugly is..'
Yet I embrace it for doth not existence validate the unseemly
And does not indeed beauty court decay!
©Joe Maverick 6-12-2013
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