We must have
looked through the same window.
Though we had yet to meet
an image developed
a reality fleshed out
an inevitable coincidence
began to move into place.
Until (only yesterday)
the camera
became a second window for us.
There is a real photograph now-
we are looking into the lens
as if we had always known.
It's Friday night, work's days complete.
But years inform each week's retreat.
Youth 'gives' five days and hopes to 'get'
for two at least (their pace to vet)!
More selfish think all service cursed
and dream the Bible's truth's reversed
(God's blessings earned by 'good' we do
on Sundays sitting in a pew)!
Yes, faith may save, but 'Blind Faith' kills!
Who clothes the golden daffodils?
They stretch toward Sun (do they have thoughts?),
trash pushed aside by juggernauts.
Were Noah's woods what fleshed out ark
or trees (pre-Noah's time) its spark?
To seek true Bliss each servant's right
(All days aren't weekends, friend?) Good night!
Long Tooth
October 16th in 2021
isolated
conduits
of frontal forms
poses portrayed
figurative
fantasies
finessed
obsessed introspectives
intense
expressive lines
in focussed reflections
silhouetted studies
fleshed out
sensual depictions
emphasised
in
precocious
pictorial perceptions
One tall and gaunt with hooded eyes
The other bearded, bent, time-worn and wise
They relished unfurling their intellectual sails
To seek secrets of wisdom on ancient gales
Two wizened old philosophers in a huddled conspiracy
They picked through the bones of archaic mythology
Pondered the tomes of scholars of yore
Then fleshed out the virtues of masters of lore
They sniffed out the dragons of hateful hypocrisy
Harangued and railed against heinous heresy
Decried the dogmatist's intolerant curse
Then like poets esteemed they trundled through verse
Their furrowed cheeks glowed as the whiskey flowed
Voices gravelled and slurred as their logic blurred
They fumbled and mumbled, weary and weaving
As the dying embers of day, dropped into evening
With their feverish fervour fully feted
They stumbled into the night, agreeably sated!
En Em E
The enemy is the end of me by any means necessary. The enemy makes it clear that she is threatened by the anointing that is on me. The wrath of the enemy’s path is violent and nasty. Antagonistic behavior results in opposition coming down fast like the force of gravity.
Friend or foe
Opponent or rival
Adversary
My nemesis
Assailant for hire
Kill the enemy that lies within me? The Lord Jesus Christ is the only one who can save me, me from myself of destructive behavior. My soul is bankrupt from dishonesty and anger. Fleshed out, carnal and mundane, my natural body will not cooperate, I cannot sustain
Friend or foe
Opponent or rival
Adversary
My nemesis
Assailant for hire
The enemy in me
Will not be the end of me
By any means necessary!
She fleshed out lines
of scarlet red
Poured from her heart's
bruised vein she bled
Two cuts divided
their king sized bed.
Sheath exposed, nerves unveiled
Painful memories, her words revealed
Breaths taken in, never exhaled.
With guided pen, her eyes sealed tight
She left for him, a wrong made right
A last goodbye,
that scarlet night.
that bruised and contused
epidermis after a skirmish
bandaged and anti-somethinged
for whatever next is coming
that fleshed out scathe of
open wound from what was said
and the way the knife turned
as it quickly sliced out pride
some diligent nursing will
form some scars to cover
the vulnerability felt, raw
but too, will deaden the nerve
lord, to be like you
and forgive for what they do
defeathered and skinned
soul bared from within
thin skin or no skin
what matters most
is what's within
close to the bone
the marrow of the matter
© Goode Guy 2011-09-09
You're nothing more than a song
or a crude sculpture that i made
I made you into something beautiful
but you're not
I handcrafted this illusion
a pitiful scheme in love
a lie upon a story
covering up a truth I had forgot
I painted you a picture
a gallery of lies and desire
all this art fleshed out in nothing
even their beauty had no chance in your fire
You were my sun shining through the rain
my placebo to fight back the endless pain
You were my Christmas in the coldest Winter
But now I see what I wouldn't remember
It's true that I'm nothing more than a spineless coward
too much heart to feel impowered
So I guess I hid you away
I made you into something not real so you would stay
I hate to ran on my parade
but even now I wish you had staid
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