O’ Casagemas,
what is this Heartbreak I hear,
from this woman with sagged, fired breasts
and onion hips that tell a strumpet?
This cruel, shameless voyeur
with little mind — who owns a
vainglorious torso;
a Lady Serpent, viperous!
O’ Casagemas,
this Heartbreak hurts,
running streams of cold blood at cockcrow.
We cannot be counted among men
but among lizards with tail monuments.
Veronica, Juliet, Ada or Ulu?
How does one even spell her name, with votive
words, or with streaks of bleeding ink?
Heartbreak spills from a hollow platter, gushing
cascades of heated tears.
Caustic! A ruinous fountain.
Dream.
Casagemas sprouts, a monocotyledon
on which she feasts — succubus!
Incubus at noon.
Night.
Painted on the frame of a subtopia,
this naked virago — pulse of falsetto —
weeps at the feet of the grave of Casagemas.
Morning.
Velvet roses and tailored satin, pink and white fluff
for Casagema’s Rebirth
and christening ceremony.
In attendance:
fair daughters of Eve, naked, baby-fresh and
Casagemanous, to wreak vengeance on this
hag with a fluke in her liver.
O’ fluid friend,—
—O’ liquid lover, please
embrace me, soothe my sootheless, stranded soul—,
—caress my restless thoughts, and set them still.—
O’ sap of spirit,—
—sweet sip of ambrose!
O’ potent potion,—
—O’ magic mixture, daze
me, dazzle me, nuzzle me, numb my frill
fringes |— —| Droll Dame, find me a drooling fool.—
O’ nectar of the night,—
—dose me for a doze…
Keep me cohere,nt and comp,osed—‘sxcu,se me—
I’m stumblin’ on your slippy words,(I meant
mine,—ours?)and now you sweep me to the flo,or.
…
O’ fluke of fortune!, wicked whiskey’s woe!,
why wrong you me thus?, morn’s scalding sun askant
breaks blaring through my window,— head — aches — …sore.
Until we meet again
Not by chance
But by design
Not by accident
But by choices accepted or declined
Not by coincidence
But by the alignment of our souls
Not by a fluke
But by universal sparks that unite our unrelenting goals
Not by a stroke of luck
But by focus and a guided decision
Not by blind impact
But by stars on a predetermined collision
Until we meet again
And we will meet again
Let’s be ready!
He holds me tender,
Yet I feel nothing,
I should feel something,
This will be the relationship ender,
I stalk in the night,
My ungodly deeds hidden,
He cannot know,
He will not know,
What once was a fluke, is now an addiction,
The feel of a strangers body beneath my own,
The exhilaration of something new,
Someone new.
I have no need to love these people,
Not as I have loved him,
As I still love him.
He shares my bed,
He shares my house,
He shares my name,
And Yet, he will never share my life,
Despite our vows, I feel nothing,
Despite our life together, It is empty,
There is love, much love,
Yet there is nothing else.
The sky fell mercilessly and tornadoes fury was landed
The earth caved where seeds of new crop, a farmer had planted.
In recession, the capitalists made a fortune
and the deprived were left with debt and burden
In moments triumphs were not of those who had toiled hard
but those who were able to play the fluke card
The rain did not fall in the barren land
and the army fired at the innocent & unmanned
The aging parents lost their bread winning child
And the winter at the refugee camps was anything but mild
The father hit the mother in front of her young children very violently
The forest fire cost every house on the ground blatantly
The privileged were given more favours and opportunity
The humble were provided with disappointments and ambiguity
A family slept hungry again another night
A child was left alone in fright
The pups were treated by their caretaker unkindly
All because someone treated their loving friend badly!
The VOW
I can't recall the day or time when I fell for you,
That precious, defining moment when I grew fond of you.
That's how much I have grown obsessed with you.
But I guess the answer lies deep inside,
In the once-empty void I call my eyes.
spend a lot of sleepless nights thinking about how all this is going to play out.
You wanna hear my vow so bad, it makes you shout.
Sadly, despite the volumes of dictionary and literature I seem to consume, I can't find words that hold a candle to you.
I can't bear the thought of anything being a fluke.
Through the bloom of spring to the harvest of autumn. All I know, today, yesterday, and tomorrow,
Is that I will love you through joy, rain, sunshine, and sorrow.
The relentless enemy, from a trench,
Wages psychological war.
Against the barrage, your teeth clench
As he fires shots you can't ignore.
You are not good enough; you must do more.
You are inadequate, for sure.
Better yet, don't get up from the floor.
You're bound to fail, simple and pure.
Your foe escalates with a hand grenade -
You are a pathetic case.
No one could ever want you, I'm afraid.
Stay home and hide your face.
Your brutal antagonist now drops a nuke,
And you freeze inside your core.
In this world, you are a freakish fluke.
There's no place for you no more.
Oh, the pernicious, insidious dread -
It's the voice from the trenches in your head.
You said that I should see a whale -
a giant from the southern seas
swimming song-lines up the coast,
and so I came on board your boat
to wait and look.
You told me humpbacks follow
ancient ocean-routes
beyond their icy water-home,
bellies full of krill,
for corroboree
up north.
Aha! I see her!
Just like the sea is the sudden whale!
She’s breaching, grey on white –
a fluke – her tail! It’s huge!
Slap! Smack!
I saw a whale today.
I. Noise in an empty hallway:
My old leather shoes protest as I hurry down the linoleum tiles
Like I'm wearing a little piece of history older than I am.
II. Headlights on a dark road:
Speeding down narrow country roads
windows rolled down and Autumn wind rushing through the car
Ripping my hair from its tie
My arm stretching out the window, numb in the night air.
III. Ephemeral beauty:
For a moment, life is endless and incredibly brief
Stretching before me like a dusty trail at sunset
Disappearing into the trees.
IV. Origin of life:
There is this vague, unnamable incomprehension in my chest
Like euphemisms, that is the easy way out
This is the hard way: I am alive, alive, alive
When one cell became thirty trillion, I gained consciousness.
V. I am not the sum of my parts:
I don't have the faith to believe
That all my thirty trillion cells are a fluke of nature
VI. Evidence:
I am the proof of divinity's existence
A signpost shouting "I am alive" thirty trillion times with all the power of my lungs
Designed for miracles
VII. Rene Descartes:
It is not
I think; therefore, I am
It is
I think; therefore, He is.
He was a violent slasher in a movie,
there was no way for him to spook;
The murder weapon rather bougie;
A psychopath doesn’t frighten easy,
when a fear would rise he’d rebuke;
He was a violent slasher in a movie;
Devoted slave of what is high society
wielding a steel dagger that he took;
The murder weapon rather bougie;
The wifi connection was so spotty;
Unable to handle a common fluke,
he was a violent slasher in a movie;
Stealthy with the aid of technology
without it it’s hard to be a crook;
The murder weapon rather bougie;
All of this made his frail nerves crazy,
no phone no power he would puke:
He was a violent slasher in a movie,
the murder weapon rather bougie.
In all of life's challenges aplenty
there is one source of conviction
a deep-filled knowledge of God
to hold you together is no fiction
Be aware of satan's devilish lies
stand firm with God's holy book
holding fast to your Lord alone
know His peace and presence is no fluke
Never listen to the worldly voices
that try to tempt you away
you know that is a false way
for believing in Jesus is your stay
T.L.I.M.P. is your sure release
keep it in mind never to forget
the Lord is my portion always
truthfully always for you is met
This Lord is faithful and true
showing His great love on Calvary's tree
taking all our sins upon Himself
being our substitute setting us free
From the Sages of old
came an ancient ruse.
They named it a Yote.
But it's not a fluke.
Cause they're in the know.
Won't, refute the scrolls.
Yotes, wear sneaker boots.
And Yodel in Tune.
When our children were young
And I went back to work,
They were watched by a sitter named June,
Who was part of our lives
For a number of years
And with her, to this day, we commune.
Now my son has employed
To help out with his kids
Someone wonderful, April by name.
Just a fluke that their mothers
Both named them for months,
But their birthdays are also the same!
Since today is the date
Of that special event,
I wish both of them such a nice day
Filled with wishes and hopes
That they all will come true
And for April and June, they just May!
It creeps in at night
Or by morning light
But whenever it creeps
It stays out of sight
Only I know
In my veins it flows
The naive world around
Helps it to grow
Others clue in
But think it’s MY sin
I must CHOOSE this darkness
Again and again
It couldn’t be fluke
I must CRAVE to puke
I surly must choose
Not to rebuke
It’s all in the name
The name of the game
I envy you
But we’re not the same
Krishna has an ink effect in our greater supplication, these days!
How come?
From when?
For quite a few days! Since I returned from Bangladesh.
It seems quite a hazard!
Are you in truce with your landlady?
That is another epic ! An enormous one !
Attuned harmony, cryptocurrency in scripted Java, and Architectural Parthenon, ding dong, in ping pong
And I simply pondered
Which trash can served the son
In serving chores for "Tapati" , the grandiose mentor?
O, Fix yourself, just look at you!
You are just an advertised face of Sandalina Sandal soap , these days!
Have you ever washed your holy month of Sha'ban,
of days bygone?
Or a pure "Miswak?"
How far are you? In your own mirror?
Till the recorded reels are disposed,
to the fullest extent!
An unknown rural tune is surmising in only fluke news
A floating trochaic, in enormous hypes!
1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tapati
2. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sha%27ban
3. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miswak
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