THE WALL
All that we call wrong
Has finally come to call
Plaster, brick, mortar rot
Imploding on us all
From Lilith's fight
To Eve's first bite
Eden's banished, fall
From meat and bone
From sling and stone
To glass and steel tall
We've earned the right
To spread our blight
To hear the trumpet's call
If it must end
A sorry, send
To Heaven
Hell, we'll crawl
On hands and knees
The gates, we'll plead
Oh yes, we have the gall
Please let us in
Forgive our sins
Why, Heavens built a wall
The ghastly gum
on the bottom
of my size nine shoes
Was put there by you~
A spit of spite;
A malicious verse,
A romantic curse~
Your love is slightly underwhelming
Like a supernova imploding!
Beware
The dogs of war,
I swore ~
Dreaded double-bubble
is my sword,
I will stick you to the freeway fast-lane
(You rundown Gandy Dancer),
And like Marvelous Medusa,
Turn you into languid stone
for eternity…
Or for ten enchanting days,
Whichever comes first!
Let the stars sing
a silent chorus, impending
the quiet, echoing
in the stillness of space.
Let the stars dance
a violent waltz
beams reflecting, dancing
faster than humanity can muster,
until like a cloud of arrows
they pierce the sky
sparks of white
upon an endless canvas.
Let the stars scream
mouths agape; soundless
Echoing of Nothing
into Nothing
as their souls wink out.
Let the stars die
smoldering husks
heat imploding on itself
ignored by the untrained eye,
the threads unwind
incinerating everything in its wake.
One final act
raging against the throes of death,
Until our own sun dies, screaming.
bonfire was angry tonight
she started out black and red
turned her tirade into streams of hostile orange
finally imploding into herself in the form of hot gray ashes
they looked unassuming, but they were highly explosive
dangerous not innocent
Nature’s Decay and Rebirth 10-23-25 Flowers fade and decay through wintry hours waiting for rebirth.
Aster means star
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Nature’s Decay and Rebirth
Astral groans transcend fall gardens,
Aster stars decay in shock waves
Fresh petals turn to star flowers of straw
Like impotent stardust.
Bathed in breath of frosty kisses
Like a cold celestial caress
Autumn’s stars wilt in twilight’s pregnant sighs
Chrysalis’ for new life.
Beating hearts of crumbling seed heads -
Like the imploding red dwarf -
Release their nebulas of umber seeds
With interstellar pods.
On solar winds like shooting stars
These explorers seek for warm soil
And nascent cosmos glide into deep space
Seeking rivers of stars
From clouds of frigid decay set free
A stellar garden rises up
Aster galaxies freed from vernal wombs
To dazzle stargazers
We are born of fire
Of dust and dream
Rippling in the hush between galaxies,
Where silence first learned to sing.
Your breath is the exodus
Of stars sighing
In timeless sequence
Opening your smile
To my heart-
A flaring comet
Caught in the gravity of your gleam
We are the fusion
Whirlpooled in the core
Of great vastness
As the universe remembers
Where atoms long separated
Begin to dance
I trace the curve of your soul
Like constellations
drawn by ancient eyes
In the night between us
To find every light
That ever dared to shine
We meld into oblivion
Within imploding suns
Birthing a love that sings
Between the lingering clusters
Of stars that fall silent
Folded into flesh
Tracing the curve of stars
Kissed into utter extinction
Let us burn
Not to end
But to become everything
I gaze upon an opaque silver sky,
Descending dewdrops, developing above the mustache maw.
Ascending the nape to taste cherubim cry,
Permeating petrichor, pervade the nasal in auspicious awe.
Palpable pain of tactile taps
Kissing canker sores and rainstorm rush.
Radically rampaging, for its rapid relapse
Rain, it's infinite, swirling fervor flush
To drown by an inundated impound,
A vehement, vicious, void that immersed,
Wandering weakly on the ocean gored ground,
Drowning, isolated lungs; bellowing burst.
The tyrant tsunami my miracle world-wide flood,
Exploding existence, imploding insistence, ichor pools; blackened blood.
Caught between a glamorized past and an imploding present,
Future's hope hangs upon the scales of a timid fate.
A country splintering,
A modern-day civil war where words fly by like bullets.
Family and friends become nothing but mere collateral,
To radicalised ideals and misplaced allegiances.
While the rest of the world unites,
Watching as the sparks of hate ignite.
As flames of blind loyalty sweep through cities.
Idiocracy now rules the ashes,
The clock is ticking down.
Will you cower in the shadows,
Waiting for the winds of change to blow over,
Or will you fight, come hell or high water?
The slowly imploding borders of an ancient empire,
lights flickering in a vast array of circuitry,
a battered starship adrift in the inky void-
our Church.
Yet, though the titaness is harried, old, and worn down,
shrinking, ridiculed, belittled, and cursed,
She is still strong...
A network of vast potential, seemingly obsolete and crumbling,
could bloom again with the radiance
of a thousand suns.
Break the yoke of lethargy.
Dust off the great gears.
Blow a spark back into her heart-
and shall we not soon see a great white flame
roiling out of the darkness
as the sullied bride
bathes once again
in holy fire!
1 October 2024
written ~9:40-9:51 PM CST
Walk swiftly away from burning streets
follow a willow to the pulse of a stream.
Take up your oils and sable-tipped brushes
soften jagged shadows and thorns on the blush.
Be as a twig drifting down silvery dreaming
Into lavender eternity where cherubs never weep.
Fly far-far away from imploding heads.
Tie-dye sweet memories with the gratefully dead.
Sweep debris from both heart and the mind.
No need to twist wind; just breathe deeply-unwind.
Open your heart wide-Buff up fading faith.
Make daisy-chained laughter in sunflower glades.
Where angels fashion a blossom out of the sagebrush.
Every reaper mellows to yellow in their old age.
If there wasn’t anyone
to see the change
change would still happen
change would become
Transcendence imploding
inside of itself
birthing the moment
birth zero-sum
(The New Room: June, 2024)
Two contradictions
meet intertwined
Are they or aren’t they
YES, the reply
The black hole of reason
dark matter of mind
Imploding explosions
— together in kind
(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
The young smile behind ice cream cones.
Crying when they scrape a knee.
The elders puff up behind fine machines.
Imploding when life has broken into pieces.
Tranquility lies somewhere in between.
Everything is temporary like a beech or a breeze.
Somewhere between the cone and the bleed.
Take a breath-pray to have appreciation for the day,
For just living.
Truth
a heavy burden
speaking loudest
from exile
The distance
and confinement
like a magnet
to iron
Imploding
within you
when ready
for travel
The weight
of
delivery
— the roar of the lion
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Condensing
eternity
into one word
Imploding
time
—and verse
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
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