Alacrity, bestows the sorrowful or does mirth elate the callow and fair the damsel is distressed but love is oft fair, fairly gamed and sore about the heart, the festival of anxiety is artless until we part, so like amiable laughter this next of crooning despair a yolk of sullen glee like vampiric sunken lairs.
Helel: "In accordance with awe, shall we not wet the beaks of the impounded and open the golden maw?"
Kate: "Come and find the firestone broke the cradle and the heath is afeather, I shall but sprung like a promise to weather."
Lucifer: "Is the gloomy stake left with feet adjoined for a door, the promise is ancient, the antique is so pourn."
Aurora: "Timidity like timely strikes the ground flashed across the weathered hetherseconds like amber on the fritz. "
Uraeal: "I copiously decline the stooping ingate of a plan, like vespers cross dark circles and racoon city is old and planned."
RK: "So fearsome but tired the wolf, hell is rolled up and death has rolled over."
DR Dragon: "angsty pray for the weary let Zeus now dowse next and inspect the coral city."
Zeus: "In videographic cards there are other games, let wicked things while I ask them to say."
PW 1: *Has returned, tires of the usual stroll and begins towards the old stones.*
arophc varuag: "Tip back the gamed throngs like milling wet eaves that parlay for soon songs."
The Forbidden one: *Has returned, ushers forth to find the fray this here and now*
---End of act II---
Though I’m not Humpty Dumpty, I’ve had a great fall
When I tripped over my lies while walking truth’s wall.
Can all the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Ever convince people I’m honest again?
Where went my stature and my hard-earned persona?
Who’ll save my soul? Will they do it pro bono?
Whence come truths’ flames when you’re discovered a liar.
Whence come God’s lightning and Purgatory’s fires.
I have seen my future, and it bodes bleak.
Its rapid erosion caused my soul to weep.
All of my tears and whereto they seep
Have topped off the gutters in life’s cruel streets.
All this has weakened my boiling brain,
And cannot save me from blame I gamed.
DAMN MY PERFIDY! DAMN SIN’S PAIN!
WILL I EVER ESCAPE TRUTH’S LONG REFRAIN!?
Will the truth that weakened me and caused my woes
Plague my soul during my reputation’s death throes?
Whence comes life’s agony. Whence comes death’s pain.
What is quid pro quo in death’s zero-sum game?
Lies are fate’s hammers but the truth is its anvil.
Will life’s vagaries still vex me once my image is strangled?
Truth’s whirlpools swirl swift and their waters wind deep.
If my soul dies intestate, must bad Karma I keep?
An affectatious arsonist announced,
“Big buildings’ burning brilliance brightens best!”
casually cites conflagration counts,
darkly deals destruction, designer-dressed.
Extinguishing each edifice enflamed,
first-rate forensic findings frequent failed.
Grievous, grim goings, ‘geniously gamed;
Hurried happenings, hastily high-tailed.
Incendiary incidents ignite
jewel-filled junkets, jazzed jalopy jaunts.
Kindling’s kittling kiss: knave’s known kryptonite,
Lapping, leaping licks, luscious, lit lavants.
Madness! Marauding mercilessly more,
Nefarious, nursing next novel noir.
—————
kittle - birth, excitement
lavant - old English, stream
I am too tired to sleep
I am too hungry to eat
I am too beaten to defeat
I am too lost to keep
All because All because
I love you
Everything is upside down
Everyday I feel like a clown
Every way leads to you
Everyone knows I do
All because All because
I love you
I am too dumb to be fooled
I am too smart to be schooled
I am too gamed to be played
I am too done to be made
All because All because
I love you
If you could figure out love
no one would believe you
Love is never the same
to everyone it means different things
It seems love is only to deceive you
So if I am love's ruse
I happily stay confused
As long as I am with you
All because All because
I love you.
I know I was scared and ashamed
I thought i was stinking and be blamed
Instead of them i was sobbing all the time
Had to kept it quiet as i being was gamed
I know I was hurt and angry
I thought with time, episode will get blurry
It always waits till my last nerve; stubborn!
Still present afresh and never fades away
I know i was calm and then started cringed
I was being cheated in name of keeping safe
Couldn’t open up to my closest ones
Afraid if they would gave me a strange name
I know I was sobbing and cried
Tried to convince myself about them and I lied
By saying maybe they didn’t mean it
But couldn’t face them instead and want to hide
I know I was being used with my trust
Hollow me hoping not everybody’s same
but learned later that was only first
So dust off your soul before it becomes a bane
Dust off your soul and forgive yourself for their actions
It was never you its always about their intentions
Take it as a junction in life and not an end
Whole universe is about you and they don’t matter now neither their plan.
The truth in my mouth
Please let me allow to bring this change
From my fears today i stepped out
To declare myself innocent and brave
I believed I was in my world
But they handled the rope to ride it, in fact
They gamed with me well with no grace
And Just Look at them today they’re afraid of me and my name
Now On a break from persistent pain
Smooth:Serene:Peace
From all fears to no tears
From being disappeared then reappeared
I stumbled on every new page of life
Pulled myself back and slipped again
It was hitting me lowest with no base
I thought i was moving up but what at zero pace?
Which made them chuckle on my drained face
But just Look at them today they’re afraid of me and my fame
Am On a break from continuous blame
Mild:Placid:Pacific
SHE SANG
" I FOUND A FOOL"
BEFORE SHE SANG
" A WHORE'S PLADGUE"
THEY LOVED IT WE SHE GAMED
ON "THE HO'S AND THE EM' MONGAZ"
WHEN SANG" STANKY FREAK"
GUESS WHO POPED UP AS
A SPECAIL GUEST?
"BIG" RICHARD AND DA BALLA'S"
THEY GOT DOWN NOOKIE, DOING
SAMPLES AND SOCCI"
PINK PANTS AND A BROKEN ZIPPA"
SWEET SWEET PINKY RING
THE HAND OF THE FAIREST ONE.
SHE SWAPPED JIGGY WIT
DEW AND DIM, ON
BROKE DOWN IN SOUTH CITY BLUES"
"THE NIGHT YOU WERE CONCEIVED"
AND THEY DID
" THE DAY YOU WERE BORN" TOO!
THE LADIES GOT MADE BY THE TIME
HE FELLAS SANG
" TRICK ASS BYTCH"
GREAT CONCERT
I BETCHA IF THEY
SANG SUM CHURCH SONGS
THEY SAY SUM THANG BOUT-IT
IN THE CHURCH BULITINES.
"AINT NO CLASS, WHEN IT-
COMES TO YOUR OWN"
She is as beautiful as sky's unwilling to rain,
on 69 degree days,
up high where I have talked all the way down my walk so plain-
so whatever you heard of her blundering fame,
you must shout now how you'd love to die of shame!
Shame in names after the places you gamed-
toying with the very walls frame.
A Kite by Weston Gregory
Gamed and played, swift to flight
a kite outbound disengaged from
gravity's might
A laughter of sort at least a smile
that by and by we can untangle
humanity's plight
By swish and swirl and crazy hoops
a kite lighten burden inspires hope on
journey not new
yet, ever changing when life's wind blew
until all's but distant sight, held by cords
and glue
Above horizon daunting for me and you
but, a cinch for a kite with faith inbrued
a chime to dance the rhythm which
nature taught true....
w. gregory
(from novel “Elinor Rigby”)
Why we have loved England?
Not for the Hide park,
ancient castles
and first class evergreen grasses and pastures,
not for Big Ben, Beatles music and other luxurious,
but for the awkward “puppet theatre”
gamed right on the centre of London,
that horrible and hellish perfomanses
where deformed bodies and figures
of famous politics, majors, prime–ministers
queen members and other up-to-date authorities.
shown as personages of harshly sardonic drama.
That popular and profitable business
in Albion – creating and selling monstrous shapes of theirs excellencies
on the open exhibition,
so sharply contrasted with our own preferences
and quite other way of arts perfomanses
practising by our narrow minded artists
deformed sculptors, wicked painters,
enslaved writers and other arts dicreators
survived by creating innumerous golden statures
of our “purest” top governors, “idyllic” leaders,
“angel like” thefts, cleptocraties
and others political idolatories
from our autoritarian idiosincrazy.
My soul in me to anger stirs, and I
Like a panther that cannot prowl my home
Pushed back from the forest invaded, to die
Edged by concrete; attacked if dare I roam
My own God-given habitat, shall then
I become another victim vile when
My claws unsheathed, spring unflawed the air
And revenge reeks its angry havoc here?
You do not know the primal power tamed
Within the forest of my frame, your greed
Has used me, habitat and fear, now gamed
The hunted the hunter may yet exceed
And not from concrete my cold claws may bleed
But from you trembling before me weak kneed.
The savage dog barks from the distance
Like family history, representing cancer's deadly hold.
Her courage provides defence with strengthening resistance
While the dog runs boldly through the blistering cold.
As she struggled to get through mind gamed work,
The dog continues to howl from an eerie spot.
Pain showers her like thunderstorms beginning to lurk
Over the horizon; her cervical cells starting to rot.
With concrete season over, hope takes a push
From a devouring disease. Tears shatter her pace.
Now that savage dog rustles in the bush;
She cries with a smile dying on her face.
Fear is growing exponentially like accululating snow.
With her emotion dwindling, the dog imposingly strikes.
Patience, now a task like watching dead grass grow.
Lasers or radiation, the key to flooding dykes.
That courage mentioned before unfolds and presents itself
With questionably undefined power just like a Terry Fox run.
Her yielding sense of overcome drenches all including oneself,
Now that savage dog dead; Cory has dangerously won.
With her spirit completely fufilled to life's brim,
That deadly howl quietly remains true and grim.
"...honey, wake up, you're dreaming again..."
~Who are you?
"... honey, wake up..."
~I forgot my pen! Stop!
"... you're dreaming again..."
~No! I won't go, where's the duck!
"...honey, wake up..."
~Stop! It's the Monk!
"... dreaming again...."
~Who were you?
Who was I back then?
"what do you know..."
~Leave my house,
I want you to go...
"... about a man in a hat?"
~What was that?
" do you know...."
~ water fades to snow~
" a man in that hat?"
"there on the wall, the
shadow that falls..."
And turned did I
with my shaking eyes
and I saw you there in
the hall.
Frozen in time.
My heart in my ears.
How can it be...
After all these years?
~It's you... I can bet,
~ You're the Monk,
in the wall silhouette.
IOU... the shadow say.
the nic nac from the
kitty cat. Mr.E gamed,
you're here to play.
~Then the Shadow, faded Way...
My friend, I’m delighted by your reply.
The moon in my sky, shines the Monkey’s way.
And my Day? Summer. A Lioness she say.
An element of Fire, full of desire.1Storm
So the Maya gamed. My name is Long,
In the middle that Way. And I’m…
Weaving Time, into a new Play.
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