My father was my Idol, Philosopher and Guide.
But he was a dominant person always to Control -
I had regular fight with him on inevitable Clash !
Imprisoned in childhood owing to daily Clash
Tired on conflict ! Developed personality yer he was Guide.
No way, I revolted to escape from his over -all Control !
I had to choose my own way getting rid of his Control
I had to struggle but I was just fed up on continued Clash.
Yet alll along I paid due respect to Dad as my Guide.
Dad was my Guide but I went out of his Control avoiding Clash !
O noble king, your regal stance!
Righteous royal, stature enhance.
Warrior, denied by no one.
Resident reign only begun.
Clever, sly, an omnipotent
standing guardian vigilant.
Stay your ground and rule them all.
Tis no wonder you're an idol.
In each of these restful poses
To sleeping's own posture
What he boasts in never leaves her;
An eye for fine sculpture.
Idol. Harmlessly inactive!
Disabused of, disturbed!
Through whose then cracks, sounds again for
One with living perturbed.
The Words Insist
Them-Selves...
Yet They Know
Their Own Infidel'ity...
The Partial'ity Embraced
While Love
Loves All
In Truth...
Would You Idolize
Definition Alone?
Lazy Love
Loving Truth
Unlearnable:
***
Exploited.
-Gray Squirrel
05-03-2026
233.
My Idol Dentist
Many times in my life
My teeth have been a strife
It brought me too much pain
That made me quite insane
From childhood to my teen
My teeth so bad have been
‘Coz everytime it aches
Trouble to me it makes
I want to pull it out
I want to make a shout
Root canal and fillings
Cleanings and extractings
All those I've undergone
Until mostly are gone
False teeth when I was teen
True now only thirteen
New denture just last year
Extracts without a tear
Yes, extractions – painless
I also had paid less
To this dentist in town
Who comforts like a clown
Doctor Baticados
Amazing serving boss…
You're my idol dentist
The best among the rest!
-11/29/2013
(Dumarao)
*grinding/molars just extracted painlessly
Make an idol of,
by worshiping &
adoring as godlike.
Heart beats rapidly,
sporadically whenever near
it skips.
To beautify furthermore would be
divine intervention,
nothing compares.
Weak-kneed & star-struck
paralyzed with love,
in an enamored state of presence.
The vehement attraction overwhelms
My love for her knows no bounds
Her cherubic face is small and cute
I cry and cheer until I'm mute
My parasocial yearn may not be reciprocated
But when my love is so strong, it will be vindicated
Saklas, the fool who within his heart of indulgence
Whispers: “There is no god greater than me”
Coiling and consuming himself in self-indulgence
Isn’t he like that voice in you and me
Samuel, the blind idol who proclaims to the world
Roaring loudly “There is no god but me”
His roars thundering within the cosmic underworld
Isn’t he like that voice in you and me
The serpent begets nothing god-like or natural
The lion just dims light for you and me
Sneaking arrogance and boastful vainglory coiled up as one
Pride, wisdom’s veil and denial of the humble Son
The serpent and lion are coiled up as one, for us to see
Yaldabaoth, the idol of pride and wisdom’s folly
Stone Idol Worship
. for public domain
She gives me heavy stones to carry,
and from the other cliff,
she calls for me to hurry across
a swaying old rope bridge.
"I've shrines to build and pujas to sing
to my dearest Hindu dieties,
flowers, and hotras, pleasing spices to offer
before the daylight ends."
And as she calls the wind blows hard
through the darkening chasm yawn.
Braids of the bridge squeak from the strain.
I shudder, and chillingly creep along.
I trace every move you make,
I trace every note you breathe.
But you're a Mozart in disguise
How could I ever compete?
Blind with tears and rage,
I compared myself to what seemed bulletproof,
All while my doubts built up inside,
Forming an invisible bruise.
I tried to be more like you
Though I knew it was no use.
I swallowed all your words,
Like bitter, sacred juice.
What once was admiration
Turned into unhealthy obsession.
I was far too lost,
Blind to your quiet imperfections.
I called it love, but it proved to be venom.
I tried to be you, all the same.
I wore your voice like a second skin
And on the way, I lost my name.
I wish I had seen earlier: I can never be you,
No matter how I chased your tone.
After all, your song must be your own
And mine must learn to stand alone.
Give me anguish that feels like my heart has been staked,
Give me betrayal, entrapment, and hatred of my race.
Give me shame, humiliation, and painful disgrace,
But please oh please spare me, a pretty face.
*nocturne eye flicker*
*bite lip*
*rip asunder*
Malediction of a tragedy fused elegy,
mirror of red rum and visage of chaos.
The truth is a labyrinth of mirrors,
I am the reflection that stares back,
real you tryst behind quicksilver.
Sculpting his idol with magiC,
Prayers she offers saying, “HellO”!
Exclusively with leaves so greeN,
Carefully, for him a garlanD,
Imagining him as her beaU,
Always makes singing a lyriC!
Love is mad, in facT!!
The moments you can never
quite inhabit.
Floating and dodging
attempts to clutch and hold.
As if to savor, remember the taste
exactly. As if stories are heard only
through fastidious interpretation.
As if Divinity were careful. But even if
I lost you, these moments still I’d hold
above all else like worship. Like an Idol
abolishing a church-ship.
And in this you’d inhabit myself.
And not a thing can hold or keep this.
MY IDOL
My Philosopher, my Preacher.
My Dad, My Idol and My Guide.
My Adviser and my Teacher
on way of my life to proceed.
He taught Moral values of life:
Truth, Compassion and Honesty
to confront each conflict and strife.
with Self-Esteem and Modesty.
Till pursuing same discipline,
passing Morals to my off-spring
to honor, also to incline
on my views as inspiring.
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