An exposed dip in the lake
intoxicated by ache.
Led by erratic heartbeat
knotty pheromones excrete.
Have you ever sat alone in your room
and silently produced
salty pools of agony for the first time in years?
Desperately devastated
at the reason behind them,
sincerely surprised
at your ability to excrete them,
ironically indebted
to a moment that feels a sliver of something again,
graciously grateful
even if salty tastes bitter, again?
Stolen and re-rooted here,
We can no longer be as
Their virgin forest—
Raped and impregnated
By heirs of their slavery,
And rechained with infertile
Emancipation ejaculations:-
With this climax,
Need I seek to excrete
Anymore aborted reality?
Rain you just used me
You poured your heart out
Then left me to pick up the pieces
Drowning in your anger
You chose to visit
Gathering interest along the way
Collecting clouds in your pocket
Wind clung to your sleeve
The hijacker of days
A changer of moods
You reign without peer
As you excrete your venomous side
I crave your tears
When parched lips scorch
Then question your intention
When you divide my world
Where does your spirit lie?
When life and death
Is cradled in your arms
And I wait for judgement
Lost, both need and alarm consume me
In equal measure
Listen to my fears
Hear my cries
And be wise with your tears
The two stared at one another
both knew something that the other
didn’t; that was the game; the rules
by which they play, and played, the fools.
The putrid stench beneath their feet,
that those who went before excrete,
impregnates their skin to slow taint
their rotting ankles, in restraint;
for there is no escape, save one;
one word divides those lost or won.
They chose to play this game, these two,
paid their dues, later joined the queue.
The fun soon turned to anger, hate
vile intercourse, spitting raw debate
the scratching of old wounds, new scars
what's old, what's new, what's mine, what's ours!
Blood slowly seeps from bites by rat
lapped greedily by purring cat,
two squawking rooks, and buzzing flies
that crawl around their staring eyes
hatched from their own fetid waste;
two lovers, gamers, now debased
They thought they'd easy win this game;
but neither ever named the name.
And so the two they sit and stare
at their flaking skin, falling hair
disintegration of each face
ever locked in death's embrace.
He watches with an evil smirk;
this couple in their deathly cirque;
both rotting from without, within;
both guilty of a deadly sin!
Potential commander-in-cheat
Has a PhD in deceit
If courts say he's free
We'll see an orgy
With pee that D.T. could excrete
If I could, I would trade you my eyes
Cause you should see you with the clearness of mine
Things your tainted image couldn’t imagine you’d see
Cause I’m half the man you would be, if you were me
There’s lots of things you’ve yet to understand
But I know you could if you took my hand
Let me have a chance to show you what life can be
Take another chance and consider a life with me
Teach me more about you, I long to look into your eyes
I don’t want to be filled with anxiety or guilt
just embrace your beauty and let my heart wilt
Palpate your hand on my chest as you drift off to my heartbeat
In that moment I had no emotion to excrete
I wish I could re-live that year on repeat
Even just to experience us as a whole, complete
My soul would reach no further solace
Nothing in my world more flawless
You’re still the love of my life
Your love the supersede to my strife
riding on
superluminal rafts
the supernatural rapscallions
descend with
delirious determination
into
deceptive diversion
observing
too many indeterminists
doing nothing
with too much time
on their antennae
it's inevitable:
derived from suffering
in a brain's
stormy potential
where an abandoned
shopping cart
transmits
hapless holons
in a stationary orbit
above the bucolic
neighborhood
I defiantly deconstruct
the illusion
of immortality
while
cobwebs
engulf balconies
and coffins
excrete spiders
I/he
drowned
in the same
river twice
after being assured
that no man is
a tropical island
in a lost paradise
where the Jovian moons
don't shine
...so he/I
sputtered & sibilated
in an
empty frame of
rambling
reference
The veins pump blood to the heart like an engine’s turbine.
The brain controls the body like a steering wheel.
The eyes see the view like on a windscreen.
The joints move the body like wheels.
Bones hold the body like nuts and screws.
The body has energy similar to the one stored in a battery.
Finally we excrete waste as the cars emit smoke
To all the audience reading this and all my poems, thank you and God bless you.
Where the haze of the soul and heart meet
As darkness wiggles and enigmas excrete
Whispers hit over an unfathomable abyss
A story of love and shadows starts to wiss
Amid a mist of ambiguity and skepticism,
an opus of whispers bursts aestheticism.
Invisible hands oversee the visceral dance,
When light and shadow share a glance.
Soft, seductive, shadowy muttering,
Raising awareness over innate yearning
Such ethereal sparks on a gloomy night
Sparking zeal to sustain the fire bright.
Within the eerie abyss of one's heart
Love and gloom share an intense start.
Our bond is a tango of dim light and shade
As tales disappear and real facts are laid.
"In the misty corridors of the soul"
The harm of gossip is lasting and taking its toll.
Inextricably linked with affection and gloom
A dance of lies for all to witness and bloom.
Murmurs resound with an introspective tune
We're reaching closer as we quest and swoon.
Digging into the worst depths of our appetite
Grasping the reality that generates love tight.
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Again, I felt it skip a beat;
the heart goes pitty-pat.
It seems I am dehydrated;
I can’t imagine that.
If you don’t mind, I think I’ll pass;
I cannot down another glass
until I first excrete.
The feeling is neutral if not numb;
to the fact that most dogs are now rather dumb.
They waddle and limp to whoever has food,
regardless of thought or apparent mood,
led by hungers conjured and imbued.
Forgetting to hunt, they now excrete and eat all day,
mumbling and barking with nothing to say.
I adorn your flesh in trivial words and heat,
The quartz in each brushwork may deplete.
Ashy blossoms under shattered feet,
In the dusk, inspired by optimization accrete.
Deep-set violet eyes without a discreet,
Reaching clouds that cover your sight beat.
Seeking to deprive the tempo of greet,
Illuminating this obstacle isn't defeat.
When your sight is adequate to compete,
I shall entice you till our bones excrete.
Betrayals occur during the heat of deceit,
Overwhelmed in combustion entreat.
Salt from the sea is in tears and downbeat,
Inhaling every color of poetry may reheat.
I bestow my words to the shells of your feat,
Leaving blurry traces in my vision to meet.
You are safe and muttered during the retreat,
I am inhaling your irrational fear and heat.
Rose petals satiate voids in the heartbeat.
Written: December 04, 2022
We pass their vagrant shrouds each day
then watch as silhouettes excrete
from hovel crates amidst the street.
In fear, we hurry on our way
and if by chance our paths traverse,
we swiftly turn in rude reverse.
While passing through this awkward fray,
we seed encounters with disgust
that yield a bounty of mistrust.
With vain contempt on pomp display,
we see each day of endless blight
indenture to this cloistered plight.
Their souls are left in disarray
to write their simple cardboard prayer
soliciting for those who care.
We pass their vagrant shrouds each day,
in fear, we hurry on our way.
While passing through this awkward fray
with vain contempt on pomp display,
their souls are left in disarray.
"Constanza" (Created by Connie Marcum Wong 2007)
Host: Mark Toney
Marathon Contest Mile 23
July 2022
Nothing shall save you from the flames. Sizzling, you’ll flee to and fro,
Remorseful of your former greed which bought you that rue and woe.
Your faiths and sciences, arts, or crafts shall not avail. You’ll excrete
All your past joys. Alas, too late this at last you’ll come to know!
Amidst the instants in the flares which last each like an era
You shall not see the seeds of lies you all your lives had to sow;
Nor shall they know their begetters. Strangers shall be the kinsmen
Who entertained one another as if thousand years ago.
What you gleaned out of crookèdness at the cost of your dear lives
Shall melt with you and drip into the soiled earth of yours below.
Naught shall remain of you devils. Your filth perished, new creatures
Shall arrive to take your places, a new dog and pony show!
You knew not the aim of living. Wait for the last burning blow
To make a myth of you on earth: Here today, gone tomorrow.
2.26.2020
Updated Link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dxJHecyYBno
I wonder what we are up to in profaning precious souls
And recklessly disregarding the hour for us the bell tolls.
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