The mind was old before it came upon you,
it took your shoes
made you walk upside down
in an inverse eye.
Pray tell, is all well?
Now expostulate your lip tripe
and see if any much broken soul
cares.
Keep your trapdoor mind,
your garmented flapping pockets
so full of the disavowed,
the cancelled out widow weeds
of fake sorrow.
Be not evermore, be not even now.
As always there is much to be taken back.
Categories:
expostulate, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Also & nevermore recorded,
the mind sticks, picks at scabs,
wanders away forgetting.
Thunder, you full throated seas,
thunder in the full and swollen veins.
Tell us what words hate,
tell us, be not so mute as a rabbit
fox cowered in a shivering burrow.
The baby crib was born to whimper.
The baby lamb pushes at the nipple
whimpers just the same.
Wimple and weft, leave the weeping
to the sanctified, the sacrificial.
The mind was old before it came upon you.
It took your shoes
made you walk upside down
in an inverse eye.
Pray tell, is all well?
Now expostulate your lip tripe
and see if any much broken soul cares.
Boxes of emptiness rattle their lids,
all of them would fit into the blundering,
never before seen sundering
of man in woman and woman in man,
a devil in an unmarked van.
Keep your trapdoor mind,
your garmented flapping pockets
so full of the disavowed,
the cancelled out widow weeds
of fake sorrow.
Be not evermore, be not even now.
As always there is much to be taken back
from nothing.
Categories:
expostulate, poetry,
Form: Free verse
You talk too much,
You worry and you fret.
You're angry about everything,
I wish that I were deaf.
You just talk, talk, talk, talk,
You talk too much.
You fuss, you cuss, expostulate,
You have no peace of mind.
Seems life for you is misery,
And you're just marking time.
You just talk, talk, talk, talk,
You talk too much.
You talk about religion,
Politics, the law,
The morals of the common man,
And their decline and fall.
You just talk, talk, talk, talk,
You talk too much.
Your conversation doesn't change,
It's always the same.
It's like some foolish little game,
In which the rules are plain.
You just talk, talk, talk, talk,
You talk too much.
You're the one who's always right,
The one who knows the score.
Your opinion of the utmost,
There isn't room for more.
You just talk, talk, talk, talk,
You talk too much.
If I offer up a different view,
You look down and scoff.
I wish there was a switch somewhere,
So I could turn you off.
You just talk, talk, talk, talk,
You talk too much.
Categories:
expostulate, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Fall time and it’s freezing
Poles are cold
Walls are green
See the others sneezing
Time just seems to slip away
As the ruby trees wither
Rosemary streets slither
While the talons touch the season
Turning tides rise and fall
Timbers telling treasons
Cults eviscerate taverns
Tumbling rocks they stall
Emigrating egrids eagerly expostulate
Against snails in grass
Whilst gold changes brass
Monasteries monitor maneured man
Categories:
expostulate, art, blue, crush, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Powers of heaven
Shaken. Gates brought down
Deify. Defy urbanely
Programming genetically
Sub sonic sounds
Domestic mirage of liberty
Homeland invasion - Counter-intelligence
Conducted on our own nation
On us.
Claiming they must
In defense of supposed
Freedom
Islamic threats - Chinese Debts
Pakastani! Illuminati?
War is waged
In name of worship
Distractions we serve
Make sick
Poison - Inflict
Federal reserve
Printing our cage
Turning the page of peraphecy
Illusory trick
Consecrate history
Set the stage
For our hostile reality
To seize control
Take violent action
The end-times arrive
Prophetic signs
Humanity defiled
By our sons of Belial
Gods disdain
focus the iniquitous
Divine in malice
perfect unprejudiced
Expostulate vile villains
Nefarious hearts
No wealth of moral
Only moral is wealth
Engage the knave
Treat the sick
Combating against spiritual health
Can't run from sin
Cannot run from yourself
Dimensional Transcendence
Apocalypse
Accelerates the end.
This blood will rinse
Epoch
Categories:
expostulate, god, hyperbole, political, religious,
Form: Personification
OFF and On
Simply put some people are always ON and they are supercharged and have no
lack of energy gastrulating vehemently as the victum less than gleefully reacts to
them oh please my work is over in one hour eye am very sleepy now as soon as
eye have eaten and made love then eye must sleep and get some rest somehow
oh eye knoe that you are someone in the world of education oh you say you are a
teacher and you expostulate the ramification of my emulation of a sheep at sleep
and resting in the field of grass between the Sheppard dogs at last just let me do
this last hour of my job and learn people do not have to bow to a higher learner
when they earn.
Categories:
expostulate, parody, people, sad, science
Form: Free verse