What
Was the seeker before
That identity arose..?
The story is that the seeker
Is a spontaneous arising
Which points to a
Dissatisfaction with
Separation. ??
Putin held forth.' And it seems he spoke what was true.' The reptiles are skittering
And scrabbling, its well due' soon the flesh Devourers will be un-masqed.' Somehow
There must be a consensus.' And then will
Begin the other tasks.' At this time minds are settling recognition, is the stage we occupy, for the resoloute, and the cautious
To spread meterphorical wings to try.' The
Better air of freedom where promise, keeps
The faith.' Where minds and healthy spirits can really thrive, once they have been released from the no bars, caged hive mind.'
Silver fish swim through
the quiet air of the mind—
opulent chaos,
where the noisy sun sleeps now
and the moss whispers to stones.
You get mean
when you don’t get your way
Quite hurtful, sometimes disturbing
the things you say
Used to be sex scandals..Treason spys betrayal lies
Did some wear suits and sandals? But why
Digress? We see no less..indeed such retrograde
Examples..And regression; there is no
Suppression of avatistic, evil actions death
Is a (great industry) s r a..Rituals of a low-rachy..Genocide wars collide.' Who can make the biggest gain.? Laud that nation
Sedate its citizens again..desensitize dis-harmonize.' Deifiy and demonize.' Play the chords dim the lights.' Then Bathe in blood
Is that your delight.? It pays to kill, are the innocents better.? In your estimation.? I mean? Is it a higher pay
grade getter..? I hear
The grinding of many gears.' The rash apportion.' The play on fear..To kill the elders.' Was just a sop to the crowd whose morals you frayed..? Or shredded morelike; zouds.! And here we see the basest tricks.'
Exposed despised..Example Scandle ectremely 'Sic'
Naked are the bones so hallow
crowned around my soul
Give heed unto the wounds Ive sewn
I'll mend me back to whole
Though broken I'll remain to pave
the path that is my sound
My roots undone thine will be one
hallowed by thy ground
Victory unspoken
I'm forever bound to never
Bones bare and shown
yet never known
My chaos is forever
Oh, my gosh, I’m freaking and feel such dread.
What the hay is this nonsense on my head?
I can’t go to work, can't enter the office!
I will be seen, visible to peers and bosses,
be the fool who provided entertainment gossip.
God, please, send help, I am stress-nauseous.
I do not care about appearing faultless,
but I'd rather errantly tuck a dress in my hose
and walk through the office cluelessly exposed
than have everyone think this is what I choose.
I wonder if I should call in with a case of ugly,
hire someone to gently, but effectively mug me?
Perhaps I'll get pulled and cuffed on the roadside
for publicly exposing the ugliest hair ever dyed.
Shame a wig class wasn't at business school:
"How to Avoid Looking Like the Office Fool."
I look like a horrified, horror movie hostess.
Even my own mirror is refusing to focus.
Here I am, paler than even fresh new snow,
with midnight black hair grooving to and fro.
My very first dye and, oh my, I could just die!
Box said ‘brown’, now I'm so down, I might cry.
Universe, please – send a natural disaster,
nothing fatal, it's just one repair day I’m after.
(A) decade squandered in dread lost to shadows that never asked permission.
(N)egativity seeped in, a silent trespasser carving itself into my marrow.
(X)-rays reveal nothing, yet the ache hums beneath my ribs like a buried scream.
(I) stir in constant panic, clawing at the edges of a moment unraveling in my hands.
(E)ntrapped by an existential shadow, pressing against bloodshot eyes like a veil of lead.
(T)ortured by potential, by shame, by echoes of what will never be spoken.
(Y)earning for escape, but the exit is a mirage, dissolving before I can touch it.
From this angle the bushes do not conceal them.
Are they hinged or unhinging?
Each body is a prison gate for the other,
both seem stuck together by a pungent lip spit.
Feathering fingers pulse-play over gulping skin.
Greedy eyes zoom in,
unbuckling muscles sift and trowel,
modelling the creaming and palpable.
This public act despoils the evening
yet it also sweetens.
I feel the need to rut,
to suck inward all this carnality,
to sup upon this liqueur of spiced flesh,
even though my cupped hands
remain regretfully or not,
unsullied.
He was 6 foot 3.
I was 5 foot 5.
My only thoughts at that moment were staying alive..
Caught in the tenacles of his grip, helpless as I witnessed
my top rip..
My bra lifted up as mammoth paws perspired, my
round breasts exposed, he paused and admired..
"You are beautiful" he said and then forcibly
he pushed down my head..
My face now buried in a groin, male parts exposed.
I caved to his needs with hopes he would go..
One predator preying on a weaker sex.
I was grateful that he hadn't broken my neck..
One vulnerable woman who managed to survive,
in a country where sexual assaults happen to one out of five..
("Pandora's Box", 2014, original pen and ink and oil)
Exposed for All to See
In the world turned upside down,
bad is good.
And inside out,
corruption long shielded is celebrated.
For now at least
exposed for all to see.
It’s called the fall of civilization
as what once held us all together,
by holding us each back,
collapses into narcissistic pleasure
breaking tainted hearts and distorted minds
into the common well, now poisoned.
The weight of humanity’s collective mutational load
too much to bear, spews what can’t be held, from
the gaping wounds and oozing sores of Pandora’s Box,
perverted pleasures, twisted identities, confused genders,
senseless violence of relative values,
through the broken gates of order and control.
In the world turned upside down
what was bad is good, and good is bad;
the wicked held high, and righteous in chains
everywhere sheep led to slaughter
civilization on its knees, helpless
for now at least,
exposed for all to see.
(9/8/23)
I'm scared I don't fathom my soul
With sense, I may not have control.
Perhaps I'll ne'er see it clearly
Lord, kindly have mercy on me.
The truth that lies beneath this sham,
Do I break my heart like a dam?
Am I one who loves, or beastly
Lord, kindly have mercy on me.
At times I'm a sear flood of tears.
Always bleeding drowning in fears.
Awed heart, a soul that can't foresee
Lord, kindly have mercy on me.
Alexandra Tolstoy, lost it all, the bamks just
Threw her to the wall, held her funds
Locked her out, her fault?
Her Russian husbannd no doubt.!
Although he'd left for many years she took
The hit, expetienced fear; according to some
Info held she lived in Monaco sone records did
Tell, sh'ed visited twice..is domiciled U K, her
Absent man had alimony not paid.' Despite these
Facts it was claimrd otherwise on the flimsiest of
'False; facts' some company filed, not much of a
Bank of records in truth.' Then She got some air to
Tell her truth, nat-west did a u-turn paid her money
Yet the story morals are hardly funny, so be aware
Of subjective 'truths' watch out your info is not
Fool-proof, fact checking' today? Is as we know.'
Not real kosher, yet why is this so..?
I could unravel the layers of my skin like a butterfly and still not be vulnerable enough for you
Remove all my feathers yet stil be able to fly
And still be impenetrable to you
I could stitch and sew and insert all that I know into a cloth that creates a coat. ...
Yet I wouldn't have the thread... or the space in my head to know that I'd always be warm
exposed from under the sheets
underclothes and socks
the chill of the morning
the smell of bacon
not likely
a cup of coffee
absolutely
goes down the frozen pipes
hopefully
into the appendages
the major arteries and rural pathways
to fingertips and toes
the nose usually remains
cold
10/19/2022
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