The stars have descended a little lower, to keep us —
My kinsmen and I —company on this night watch
On a newly roused African night.
We filch a little bit of the effulgence of the waking moon,
Reluctant, with the invasion of jealous clouds, their plumes
Fragile with inconsistency.
We rely on the luminescence of each other’s eyes and the trust
In our hearts
Tinder, broken by flying flickers of fireflies,
Shine through the breath of darkness, dis-virgining the chunky yolk
Of secrets and the clout of night, so corvine.
Every breath keeps us warm and frightens the monsters lurking
Around the lean corridors of the enchanted thresholds.
The heavens stare downward —witnesses to a stifling explosion of
Will; so are the crepitating crickets and cicadas —in prayers they
Egg us on, and through borrowed liturgy of nocturnal canticles.
The heartbeats in us make silenced music —loud only by the essence of
Gaiety and humming drums lightly tapped by ancestral fingers,
Helping to warm our hearts and will in the face of the severest darkness
Made lighter by the glows of slow-running lights — the broad painting of
Dawn.
I'm a midnight sneak,
At Google I'll peak,
My eyes grow round and glow,
It's well after midnight, you know,
I'll filch some treats,
Addictions need sweets,
I'm quite house trained,
Computer feeds my brain,
All alone in this darkened room,
Stalking through these Google runes,
Is that five am to prowl?
Shhh, I'm insomniac midnight owl!
Although a period has no real jurisdiction,
It has substantial reason and purpose.
Bringing to mind its’ weight in space,
as well as, on paper.
What this solitary mark does,
Enables a pause.
Indicating ultimate culmination, this mark competes, only with
the colon, leaving nothing more to say,
Unless it is to filch some jurisdiction from its’ fellow marks;
none of which, can lawfully tell.
This period reeks of authority!
Lynn Fuller
I travelled around the world on my bike
I wandered many places that you might like
Hotels, restaurants any other places were reserved
I wanted to visit one glamour hotel
Frozen faces looked at my outlook and my modest bike
They said places reserved and no parking to oldest bike
I was angry at first, but then I felt hungry
Went to the restaurant, no one made me angry there
Cause there was no soul to get my bike to parking there
Many countries around the world sun is shining everyday
I wanted to testify, so I rented Bentley for one holiday
With a hat, put some beard and moustache on my face
My Bentley aided me to see receptionist’s smiling fake face
They offered me rooms that are deluxe
Parking was available to my big car,
People are so flux, yeah so flux!
The world is beautiful liar
Far gone conscience is crier
Magnanimous rich people are truly missing
Greedy rich, filch people’s smell is untruly hissing
I keep on dreaming, riding my humble bike
Wishing to meet modest people that I like…
déjà new
I never been here before
what's more, what's new hadn't too
it's like I can't remember now tomorrow
I can't pinch, filch or borrow
'fore knowledge of what's now's tomorrow
seems what's happenin' is
ridin' on dead reckoning
destined past unknown I think
at sheer cliff of present's brink
there's comfort in surprise I surmise
being patient, being sanguine, being wise
the past is packed with many ties
for now the need, to improvise
tomorrow is today's grand prize
what can be said about what is unknown?
probability tends to be speculative prone
a future snap of hard wishing bone
here and now is but a stepping stone
now make your wish for want to come
an' leave space for it to light upon
it's uncertain what may come to pass
today's half may emerge to brimming glass
© Goode Guy 2014-01-21
Quiet, secluded among myself
Shadows drift and sway around
Encompassing my mind
To filch my uniqueness
Alone and misunderstood
The gates of life are opened to me
And only I can walk through
As I differentiate from everyone
Lonely remembrances
Engulf the shadows
Toiling and stealing around me
Fighting back against the normalcy of the world
There is no greatness
No joy or hopefulness
In shutting down yourself
To become another persons "normal" image
Compromising regard to life
thou being my curse
turning my world asunder
in your regard I was lesser
a presence in whispers
You the filch-er stole self
the cadence of speech
seem as missives
reaching a velvet caress
raising expectation
your delusion no mistruth
nectarous phrase
dripping love
suddenly discord pricks
a deceived psyche
Thou eyes serpentine
gave thee away
glinting ego
treachery unveiled
A crescent moon
bandits signal light
cloaking and revealing
razor sharp talons
slicing my psyche
demon shadow
concealing
your gleefulness
at arranging its pieces
a grotesque disarray
your magnum opus
the crumbling effigy of my entity
plundered dreams shattered
to nothingness
Still
holding portions of self
supplanting thee
is no question
as time rules
so
my being follows you
Piece by bloody piece …
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