Here I am slowing down again
fidgeting with things, tarrying, stalling out
Anything to put off that horrible moment
that near-catastrophic split second
O! I just can’t face the prospect
I can’t face the thought of it
I certainly can’t put it into MERE WORDS!
It’s too devastating to let it happen
So, I won’t. I’ll continue to procrastinate
to put it off forever, though no later…
Ease up, dear reader ~
I just tossed the best book ever into the incinerator
God gave bibi
A human incinerator
and Gazans for fuel
temperature rising
fire storm raging inside
her soul skin is scalded
blisters sizzle her mind
parsimony lost in translation
thoughts on autopilot and overdrive
emotions opposing each other
and her restless Self
seek and she will find
pot of gold
charcoal incinerator
catatonic cauldron
roasted synapses
or heavenly peace
a rainbow melts into oblivion
the void teases resolve
agony waits in patience
for resilience to scorch
when the past lingers on
with future uncertain
all she has is the present moment
short lived and eternally feverish
a pyretic meltdown knows no limits
and yet she is a survivor
and not a victim
Home is not a place
It’s a heart that wants to keep you safe
Where it beats for you like second nature
It burns inside like an incinerator
Home is a hand that’s held
Eyes that make you melt
Tears that are always wiped away
It’s knowing that they are here to stay
Home is not a place it’s a feeling
Not one that’s constantly fleeting
Home stays true and my home is you
Dragons in the old days, when burning up a knight,
Had to blow hot air, lighting matches to ignite.
To make a fire from a damsel's liberator,
Today's dragon uses an incinerator.
Mannequin Man
Very sadly, a cleaner in
Kerry & Peter Department
Store in
Elmwood Mall, that asleep
Mannequin Man displayed clothes in,
remembered he was half man hours after she’d stuffed him in the big incinerator bin.
Finding selflessness serving the good of the greater
The mission, leaving all better, a little more sound
A starseed, a lightworker; a humanity relator
I'm drawn to those whose emotions need a respirator
By listening; I lift shouldered weights of life's compound
Finding selflessness serving the good of the greater
Caring always, not just when convenient, or left, is a crater
Deserving of something stable, I'll be that ground
A starseed, a lightworker; a humanity relator
No wasted encouragement in this motivator
Searching infinitely for the lost, I've never found
Finding selflessness serving the good of the greater
Give me your pain; let me be its ruthless incinerator
Finding the path of truth requires a loyal bloodhound
A starseed, a lightworker; a humanity relator
Have faith; for evolution, it couldn't be the souls creator
Serving until no drum beat left in my heart does pound
Finding selflessness serving the good of the greater
A starseed, a lightworker; a humanity relator
Oh, meaty mothballs!
as opposed to mothy meatballs
Alternatively - slobbering sloth-balls!
instead of sloppy moth-calls
Stupid refrigerator!
as opposed to dumb incinerator
Alternatively - dirty toenail taster!
instead of wanton whiskey-waster
It's the start of a brand-new year
Let's raise glasses and expectations
And while we're at it
~ improve imprecations!
Garbage accumulated days and months
Money burnt away in bags
From dumpsters to dumpsters
From houses to houses
From factories to factories
Old objects, food remains
Chemical, medical and radioactive waste
Gathered in bags and trucks
Many are hazardous and non-recycle
Showing extreme selfishness and extravagance of man
Inside the garbage incinerator
One world in a trillion
Where everything clicked
In a Goldilocks zone
Where a switch had been flicked
Busted
Perfection soon rusted
When late party crashers
Were grab it and smashers
For eons they blended
Their world complemented
Till fresh out of college
With abundant knowledge
Busted
I’ve loved and I have lusted
I’ve taken and I’ve given
Not much to be forgiven
I never drilled for oil
But I used a small amount
So when the man says dust to dust
I hope that doesn’t count
Busted
Some plastic, some gas and inflammable stuff
So, no use in saying it wasn’t me, Guv
When I get my call from above
I’ve had my heating high
And I’ve had my water hot
I’ve left the faucet running
When I only washed a pot
Busted
That’s me done and dusted
I shall meet my creator
Through no incinerator
The mess we make as humans
Means every man’s on trust
For every year that we spend here
The more world we can bust
Busted
I’ll soon be soil encrusted
And I’d rather like to know
That the cost of me... was low
The surgeon had successfully removed his libido,
then had fed it to the hospital cat. Afterward,
a series of stuttering expeditions through mind-tunnels
condensed days into moments.
Corridors became tubes,
empty except for a memory of a pretty nurse,
hospital gowns and white bottoms
exposed like beluga whales.
She stood by an incinerator watching him,
flames licked at its open iron door.
The woman undressed
threw her uniform into the fire
then jumped naked into the flames.
Stepping out of the oven,
the nurse returned.
Her body now reduced to molten silver.
She gleamed fluidly.
He wanted to flow through her,
to mingle his pale carcass
with her pristine silver rivering.
Suddenly he understood.
"You're my libido!" He said.
She smiled acknowledgement.
"Do I need to enter the fire?"
"No, you need to find the cat." she replied.
He had forgotten. "Yes that damn cat!”
"Meanwhile" she continued,
"s**t into this bedpan."
The surgeon had successfully removed his libido,
then had fed it to the hospital cat. Afterward,
a series of stuttering expeditions through mind-tunnels
condensed days into moments.
Corridors became tubes,
empty except for a memory of a pretty nurse,
a few demented ghosts---their white bottoms;
beluga whales, peering through the slits
of ice-coated gowns.
She stood by an incinerator watching him,
flames licked at its open iron door.
The woman undressed,
threw her uniform into the fire,
then jumped naked into the flames.
Stepping out of the oven,
the nurse, in moments, returned.
Her body now reduced to molten silver.
She gleamed fluidly
He wanted to flow through her,
to mingle his pale carcass
with her pristine silver rivering.
Suddenly he understood...
"You're my libido!" He said.
She smiled acknowledgement.
"Do I need to enter the fire?"
"No, you need to find the cat." She replied.
He had forgotten. "Yes that damn cat!”
"Meanwhile" she continued,
"poop into this bedpan."
Eyes That Cry
I am the eyes that cry
While an inconsiderate chef
Cuts his onions.
I am the buttocks that brave the pain
When an unskilled nurse
Passes an injection.
I am the superficial vein that bleeds
When a nurse, old as a dinosaur
Passes an intravenous cannula.
I am the urethra that burns
When a reckless juvenile
Contracts gonorrhea,
and wants to pass urine.
I am the eyes that cry
When a schoolteacher
Batters sense into a pupil
I am the broom that is used
And disposed of
Together with the rubbish it swept
I am the condom
Used en route to ecstasy
Dumped into an incinerator
I am the money that is lavished
At a rich man's funeral
I don't matter
© The Kakuru
#MugOfPorridge
The sun rises unseen, hidden
A caged cat cries a sad howl
With the incinerator fired
On a cloudy day so foul
While the fowls of the air fly high
Enjoying the cool morn
Song birds sing a good-bye tune
Tom-Pierre his fate mourns
Tom-Pierre...a stray male cat
Zenith achieved
Yielding to no one
Xcept, my cracks are beginning to show
White is a lie of a color to wear
Vestigial hope lingers
Until the deeds are signed
This is my funeral I must attend with a smile
Shaky hands, sweaty forehead
Ringing bells signifying tragedy
Quenched is my thirst for pain
Passed is the time for indecision
Only forward toward death
Nameless, faceless shapes
Marching between them
Linked to the broker that means to sell me
Keeping in cheerful step to the incinerator
Jaunting to be completely destroyed
I am not the face I wear
Hindsight is haunting
Glamorous, isn't it?
Formidable, aren't I?
Everything I want comes to my feet
Desire, however, is a cage
Change is not an option
But only happiness
Always
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