The cycle of existence
will demand with great insistence
that you offer no resistance
as you proffer up your soul.
If you lose sight of the notion
it’s the gyroscopic motion
working like a magic potion,
then you’ll have to pay the toll.
Though your life hangs in the balance,
using toes that grip like talons,
with some practice and some talent
you’ll find the joy as you employ the unicycle roll.
Categories:
gyroscopic, extended metaphor, joy,
Form: Tail-rhyme
Shadorma Form:
Turning tides
know nothing of my
nightmares, still
they seem to
manifest them every day;
reality’s stage.
Each rolling
wave, playing out its
scenes with such
vigilance
so as to traumatize me
again and again.
I order,
torture me no more!
Yet deaf waves
continue;
gyroscopic fingers that
fondle my psyche.
Tripping through
corridors of mind
invasive
liquid thieves
such abusive masters who
enslave my spirit.
I have a
way of dealing with
such beastly
masochists
I swim swiftly away on
golden prayer rafts.
Categories:
gyroscopic, child abuse, pain, poems,
Form: Shadorma
Alt right Byzantine power
is wielded far left of morality
Liberal mores be a blue maze
of cold Gomorrah flowers
Arctic desires strewn polar far right of decency
Tombstone journey of devious movement
inside a wormhole dug grave
Skewed compass spinning tales dour,
pointing far south from the center of core belief
Deviant brimstone lung fire
cross the sound barrier of fear torment
False voices that don’t save,
leading lost souls to the temptation hour
Going chigger far north of bottomless pit grief
But true salvation rises gyroscopic free
on diverse wings rainbow inspired
Liberal mores is deaf decadent hellbent
Alt right blindly hate what love doth brave
Only One infinity source has the omnipotent power
to shine Light far above this dark reality
To oscillate paradise visions far beyond
this ocular eclipsed destiny
Categories:
gyroscopic, corruption, psychological, truth, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
Dead hearts
only need a one-time charge
from two Double E Love batteries
A Father and Son joyous jolt
of pure compassion Soular energy
Alpha Omega waves
got Supernova pulsar photon beams
The True Light has Faster-Than-Sight
supernatural properties
Buried hearts
only need a single third day revival boost
Love’s Exponential Expansion
is the double blessing offered free to you
Resurrection’s firmament shelf life
is Love limitless Double E
Angelic wing gyroscopic charge
moves the soul
with Holy Ghost lightning speed
Come ride the prismatic Love halo wave
expanding exponentially every newborn day
Double E Love batteries
will power you up right for eternity
Get cordless charity plugged in ...
sans the sin,
to the Heavenly Power source of Infinity
Categories:
gyroscopic, love, religious, spiritual, truth,
Form: Free verse
Killer jeans ...
sidewalk recombinant retinal lethal
Hazardous faded denim optics
Mahogany bombshell —
moving target drop-dead beautiful
Double helix ...
T-virus (Tantalizing) traffic stop double take
Gazelle graceful mitotic movement
cause pedestrian pause,
magnetic gawk gyroscopic directional
DNA dynamite dynamics ...
(Double-digit Numerical Anomaly)
Short fuse strutting,
sashay fireworks ... body comely
A chromosomal figure eight 10,
estrogen silver bullet sight no-brainer
Steely sizzle vision ,
sultry slow-motion ...
smoking hot chamber
A DNA pristine, walking dream —
The perfect fit
in a faded pair of twin coarse twill
Fatal attraction struck a coroner pose,
when my hazel eyes told her
that she could do whatever she will
Dyed denim genetics,
chromosomal femme fatale optical
Twas crosswalk balk retinal lethal
Bright rainbow aurora halo
yielded a flatline squint,
at the changing of a traffic light
Pedestrian aorta revival ...
it wasn’t pulmonary pulse optional,
at the DNA eye-sighting
of glow retinal drop-dead beautiful
Categories:
gyroscopic, imagery, love, science fiction,
Form: Romanticism
A nonchalant paw hangs, eye’s shut, ears open
My sentimental pretence maintains your interest
You do not know my cruelty, my brutality, my malice
Your sustaining hand is safe…for now
Lithe shoulders slink in alternate motion
Unblinking, gyroscopic saucer eyes bore into my target
Locked on, committed, beyond recall, the safety is off
A spring now uncoiled, scribes an arc, sudden death from above
I gaze through you, aloof and unimpressed
A carefree yawn, a stretch then, back to murderous fantasy
Surgically sharp, speed and precision is my marque
I am death, the consummate killer…Oh, my name?
…It’s Tiddles
Categories:
gyroscopic, animals, death, nature, pets
Form: Free verse