Where in night, down in day
Clutching one's clay clogged face
Dilly-dallying ditzy dances
Dull, dampened waltz swimming with a drunken sway
Methodical movement of the ditz's drunken daze
Dazed dolphins dance down gutteral gin and toneless tonic omissions
Wringing ring wrung fingers, for the ditz's sherry glass gaze
Caught crooning whispers within the careless candid spotlight
Spickle spittle dawned the dolphin's dance, dominance'n drivel
Deigned to sway within a drug infused haze.
Spluttering with the need of stitches, as burly bone ingrowths
Dappered the damper desolate surface
To drag the ditz's measly hip dips, from the four-lipped, two-tipped,
Derailing and de-tailing,
dolphin intrusion.
7//10//2025
this dark spirit goes upon decitfull 'mistle-toes' to tell deep lies
In kind disguise, with gutteral tones, this overblown' and
Foetid canker, consort of bankers, necropheniaic black
God forsaking.' death will take him, into hell for such awaits him'
With gutteral blows
He leads the pack
Warbles like a tuba
And lacks no gumption
To deliver the next line
Like a setting sun
Only to trumpet again
More profound words
In a corner of the mind remembered
by everyone,
when it happens, keeping time,
with deja vuic depths
of the trace- of bottom lines.
Silver tune beams shall appear,
emanating from the celestial cry.
Breathing life into the silvent depths within,
"Omnipicrore Asphere Oblen Eye."
Awakening emotions, where love has been,
river dry.
Verses will ignite the spark within,
let the echoes of passion in,
whip a certain whirl of spin from third eye.
Righteousness's Palladin
in hymn-potent growl,
ancient gutteral language of the heart, upright,
leaves an indelible mark,
a lasting art of form against any doubt.
Why it's been called from throughout, to fight.
Power cascades, a river of yester tide,
in its wake,
strength shall forever agile sublime-be, the abide.
Hope, risen from ashes aflame,
will faith as our guide, we'll never be tamed.
In jaspered tighs and lender touch,
Lies the alchemy of love, deep and doeth much.
Let the verses dance upon your tongue,
avow aniie.
Unveiling emotions with every armored rung, alight,
till eternity is shared and justice has been done.
Lets ride.
Face like a smacked bum, is profile challenge no 1
Bland of form, tunnel like mind waddling gait, naff behind
Hidden like cancer in worlds health, there is a very malignant self
schwabing decks with filthy mop, disturbing life and this must stop, stop' this gutteral talking being devoid of any love
Or genuine feelings!
Grief lasts for a little while.
Its hurt does beguile.
Nightmare’s fog released, ‘where am I’
A torrential fracture of the sky.
Indeed the steps, you can’t deny,
as you’re not ready to say goodbye.
You still feel the hand you held
Now two minds of loved ones meld.
Denial is a named storm,
thunder and lightning forms.
The rain will not abate —
racehorse is out of the gate.
Anger crosswinds erupt.
Sirocco cursings abrupt.
The perpetrator served on a platter.
Onto anyone in the way it will splatter.
Bargaining, a gutteral plea for a sign.
Oft comes from grieved with a deadline,
sans stopping to smell the flowers,
though abounding with blessing’s showers.
Depression though butterflies flit about,
scents and does appear with shouts,
the grieved only wants to hold her or him —
the unending longing for a loved one is grim.
Acceptance, in mind-numbing closure,
can’t think too hard…maintains composure.
One can talk about him or her with smile
The truly hopeful believe in a meanwhile…
Heaven is truly the last step of grief.
It is the only appeasement that brings relief.
12/10/2021
Me oW
mE rOw
gutteral
Gutter All...
every Every... L
Un answereD CatCAL
***
Rescue me from all these lies
Drench me not with your goodbyes
Do not deceive me with your lullabies
Oh wow, how time ticks by and flies
Rescue me from all these lies
Your love is like two burnt pies
I watch the leaves fall down from the skies
i watch them burn with all these lies and it dries
All these lies are swallowing me whole
All these lies don't make you beautiful
Your eyes are like black, scorching coal
Your lies zip through me like a silver soul
Burned alive by your farewell
Buried alive by your kind of hell
Blood-stained floors surround me now
As I kneel down and cry to leave somehow
Get rid of the heartless lies...
The lies that stabbed me in the back
Can't stand your goodbyes...
I got to move on and get back on track
You're screaming out lies
I can hear your gutteral cries
I won't listen to them anymore
I won't hear you out to the core
Breath deep,
Close your eyes,
A grown man seldom cries.
Hold it in,
Bow your head,
Before first tear is shed.
Turn around,
Hide your face,
Find an isolated place.
Close the door,
Lock it fast,
Finally, alone at last.
Break down,
Let it out,
Begin with a long shuddering, inward sniffle,
Somehow triggering the nose to run,
As if the tears we're bound to fall.
Open your eyes in pain,
Let the floodgates flow,
Breaths stuttering in and out,
As you begin to ball.
First a whimper,
Moving to a heave,
Then a drawn out moan,
Ending with a gutteral howl.
Pause for a moment,
take your time,
When ready, open the door,
Walk down the hall,
As if nothing happened at all.
10/05/17
If I suffer from an affliction
If I stutter
If my grammar is gutteral
If the words I utter
Failed English at School
Sorry I am not cool
Pity me or the fool
Who uses education as tool
To dismiss what I write
Because it is not spelt or gramatically correct
As you supersede the common collective
Consciousness up for discussion
My feeble poem tried to address
Your disregarding says it best
Speaks volumes
Look at me
Mother Superior
Administrator of the Interior
Sub Editor for closed book's
That overlooks
And overseas
Conservative committees
In self righteous sicophantic indignation
No correlation can unearth
Or has no worth
For the meek
Who seek
To interject
Blazers and Ties
Ivy institutions for fear of exclusion
Poison classes wood trenches
Desks protect from xenophobic zeitgeists
That conform to questioning
It's with longing, desire to fulfill each their own,
Silence slowly replaces their gutteral moan
If a creature so beautiful it's not with great fate,
this immortal should split, falling fast to the gate
I cant seem to move from this place
The scratching down the hall persists
Its as if the dark thing were inching itself closer
Its blood stained teeth digging themselves into the stone
Dragging itself forward
Its gutteral growl
a deep
droning
rhythm
Screams of promises in exchange for mercy
Bound hands offering up empty deals for either a few more breaths or the sweet embrace of death
Howls of minds
splintering
as madness takes hold
These are the lyrics.
The walls know this twisted lullaby all too well
Death rattles are no stranger
And here I lie
Knees drawn to my chest
Curled up beneath this blanket of sound
Nightmares whispering 'sweet dreams' as shadows tuck me in
I find comfort here
I find peace
I find something stronger than myself to hold onto
Glass shatters
Break me like that bottle
Its contents dripping dark like blood over its jagged edges
"Tear me apart and build me back up."
"Do you know what that means?"
A whisper so cold yet my heart warms
"All I know is that I am ready."
Kneeling, rainsoaked in the Garden
Begging for Gods pardon
A low gutteral moan
Emerges from his soul
No longer whole
Mankind stripped of his presence
Because of his offence
No more walks in the cool of the evening
No more blessings from above,
No more bathing in his love
One apple
One bite
Doomed to walk alone at night
Creation removed from glory's light.
He feels his body in decay
For letting temptation have its way
Oh how he wishes it could all go away
He sees the future thats now paved
He wonders if his world can be saved
This guilt he cradles to the grave
But he sees a saviour in another age
Who will rewrite mankinds page
The single hope his kind will live
He hopes one day they can forgive.
Hester's a jester. Gutteral laughs.
A throaty, Ha! Ha! Bathe me in it.
Healthy and complete, please delete
All sadness, letting in only good stuff.
I can't get enough of Hester, a Jester.
More, more! Exclaiming with my glee!
Be free. Break smiles to unbridled joy.
Not coy, with your gift to bring mirth.
I give birth to my girth to hear you so.
Stay, stay with me, and don't ever go.
Something creeps through my room
in the dead of night
hovers in the air
but out of sight
Whispers I hear
a strange gutteral sound
wind swept curtains
swirling 'round and around
is it my imagination
or do they laugh at me
sending chills up my spine
are they coming for me
a shadow I see
out the corner of my eye
disappearing again
when I cringe with a sigh
I dare not move
lest they find me now
can they see the sweat
that slides down my brow
these things that I feel
are they really there
do they want to be friends
or just want to scare
something sweeps thru my room
in the dead of night
hiding away
wiith morning's first light
but tonight when it grows dark
they'll creep back to me
shadows from the past
that I care not to see
©NLB
8/2/07
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