An epitaph
A GRE
Oggie the ogre spent weeks on a GRE
He sent pirates ask mutes in the frothing sea
So while we ate dinner Oggie did see
A willowy woman sent out to sea
She asked of ripe fruit but Oggie remiss
Forgot that true sailors set sail for the lobster bisque
The
Nights
Fury
Lacerates
Into tortured flesh
Fiery hailstones slowly embed
Underneath wailing dermis, sorrowfully bruising
A misplaced poet, madness gradually invading like rabies cultivating
Within tainted bloodstreams, forgotten faces liquify into frothing depraved moonbeams, psychedelic hallucinations corrupting
Underworld’s wolves broke their gate, snarling with labored breath, piercing of dawn welcomes a funeral of fireflies, eclipsed by a broken brain being delicately dissected by elongated canines feasting ravenously
A WAVE SPLASHING FLOW OF
WARS, LANDS, SEAS, AND US
Today’s war waves flow;
Oily frothing away lives
And once useless ships:
Soaring ships costing so much
To be replaced and bombed out:-
Today’s warring times
Unanchors old warrior ways
Of making money:-
Not only do gas prices rise,
But also its shipping cost:-
Ocean warring times
Leave much collateral ways
To make land-money:-
Land-money to support the
On land-power mongering:-
On land or the sea,
Political war making
Is about money:
Money to support power;
Not winning equality:-
Just check it all out,
And see what this war has done
To poor you and me:
We do not have equity,
Justice, nor democracy:-
Final awareness:
Oceans have us surrounded;
Ships daily cruising.
Can not warships also cruise,
Right up to our shores as well?
A SERENE SUMMER DAY
The sun hueing me,
Frothing waves entertaining:
Beach sand, my warm bed:-
Uraeal: "The symposium has brought forth the headless horseman, most metaphorically driven to sundown by the celestial charade."
Helel: "Is oft the token be, curse, cursed, or has our sullied names been frothing clean in the sea, like a mind's eye seeing through another portal in the hemisphere?"
Aurora: "I claim lightly like wind, so let's unwind the orchard from that place of plenty, shooting stars strike like platform shoes for nimble fey dancers."
Lucifer: " I might soon turn down the star, and unfold more atramentous ink from which spillage is at once appreciated and birch, prying eyes see far in the dark for some."
The forbidden one: *enters from the left, and softly cascades the waters of newer rivers over the timbers and planks*
---End of act I---
AN ENJOYED SUMMER DAY
Wow, what a great bath.
Frothing shores entertaining:
Warm body well hued.
WET SHORES: A HAIKU TRIO
Waves splashing the shores.
Warm, dry sand frothed with joy:
Wet and satisfied.
Wish I were a shore,
And justice, a frothing wave:
Wetting me daily:-
Shores of injustice,
Need frothing tornado waves,
And blunt force wetting:-
cool sparkling sea spray
like tinted frothing bubbles
it's a hot hot day
Make me man as soon as my youngster
knowingly receives their very last coddle.
The unconditional love curdles from
your loving mother’s teat.
Make it matter despite what you moo to cattle.
Prod the brittle; the previously dilly-dallied say,
“Tagalongs, hogtied stowaway freeloaders with
the trade inside loading and shipping containers.”
Longtime division produced its remainders.
A cove far off the oceans cost.
A cove in a periwinkle sea,
frothing with a bacterial foam
whipping up these sweet
whipped creamed treats
and other delights.
A fondant atop it all
till the klutz ruination
curses cause clusters of
curse wordings together,
finding their bindings.
Shame soaks the rag that wiped away
a distressed and disastrous look upon face.
Words impact with a continuous compound fracture
under the masterful tongue's dismantling of the
peace talks upheld on the other hand.
CALMING WAVING WRINKLED THOUGHTS
In the fog of the sea of mind,
Skiffing thoughts flow to and fro
On wrinkling waves frothing
To who knows where, as they
Ripple to be or not to be, echoes
Of negativity, neutral, or whatever:-
In the mental sky’s hovering of all of this,
A flash of enlightening awareness reveals
The necessity of the need to test the rudder
Of these wandering, skiffing though, towards
The reality shores of waiting sands of positivity:-
Praise be to the Giver of divine wisdom,
In the midst of such shipwreck-like thoughts,
Where it becomes necessary to realize that
We are not only navigators of the sea of mind,
But also controllers of its mental flow skiffed
Wandering thoughts in need of divine guidance:-
As seen in nature, the flowing waters of life’s seas
Are not always waving calmness and collectiveness:-
Rather, they are sometimes watered-skinned with turmoil,
And are in need of divine climatic attention to settle down:-
Thus, whenever turbulent thoughts enter the sea of our minds,
Remember, in its nature, we must also control our mind’s climate:-
upon waking
no upon the waking
this waking neither first nor last
cold floor
a warm bulb shivers
the alley cat
still feral
counting its own lives
already half made of sound
arriving before it arrives
casts what your february
in its orange persistence
cast before
the hour of the lamp
is standing without you
one thought
and the thought that will not come
something there
has sunk its canines into
the syllables
your syllables
syllabub curdled
frothing
the syllabus
your mother birthed you with
wet and new
red-ink margins
not rehearsing them
no never rehearsing
conducting them slowly
as an orchestra pit must
when all the musicians have gone home
dry and gone
and no one answers the downbeat
and no one
and no one
two three four
the downbeat has no one left to strike
you lift your hand
the cat walks out of the sound it made
already elsewhere
leaving where it will return
leaving before it has left
THE SUN: GOD’S GUIDING HYDRATING EYE
Clouds frothing the sky,
Soaring waves frothing the shores;
Sunshine mooning all:
God’s stalwart navigator,
Navigating us onward:-
IN GOD’S RAINING GLORY
Without falling rain,
Where in this world would we be
Without God’s waters?
Please God, wet our will’s power,
With your hydrating guidance:-
With wisdom’s wetness,
And sunshine enlightenment,
Let us stream onward:
Frothing inequality,
With hydrating equity:-
In rain glory,
Let us get up and going:
Love’s laboring waits:
With God navigating us,
Let’s wet life with equity:-
In injustice's soils,
Let’s plow and sow justice’s seeds:
Reaping its onement:-
May the fruits of our labors,
Ever flow justice’s juice:-
And indeed God, please
Allow falling snow to freeze
Heated oppression:-
Then, let it just melt away
And be evaporated:-
OF MIND-BENDING WATERS
In the ocean of mind,
Watering thoughts flow:-
Boarding these thoughts
On the ship of faith,
Let our hearts’ rudder,
Guide us to waves of frothing hope:-
Peacefully arriving and docking
At the wharf of healing grace,
Let us timely, proceed to unload
Our cargo of dismaying pain;
And rejoicing in humbling praise,
Let’s give God glory for safe anchoring:-
Yes—in this present life—we still have
Challenging ocean waters to cross;
But praise Almighty God and the Ancestors,
Ours know no Middle Passages:-
And in the roaring waters of trumping waterfalls,
The Savior shall buoy and navigate us on our way:
Thus, let’s sail on to the shores of justice awaiting us:-
There are Dogs barking at the tweakers
Throwing up in our garden.
Their merciless chains drag them
Clawing into the dirt
Digging into their frothing throats and I
Am happy for the tiles
For my two cold feet on the floor.
I am picking your tonsils
Out of my teeth
And spitting into the stream of
My feverish thoughts.
In the other room
I watch through the mirror
As my mother crawls into the comfort
Of her bad dreams.
And I
Am so very soft.
Or so she says.
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