It burns real sore..Much despair is tendered.' Like it or not? Like could your soul be up-ended?
Its under the fence.? Beyond those pales.' It whispers there are screams; and epic fails.'
An example of the ducking stool.? No matter your standing ( the labelling tools?) Are blunt
And forcefully handled. Too...' ad-nauseum Rules.. dunk dunk dunk.' We observe the thunk,? And
Timbreless'ness second guess..Or ten thousand more 'artificial input un-topical' man are
These doughnuts RAW.!! I guess chocolate is their vanilla? Who nightmared this up? In a
Tangle of interdiction.' At an insanity hub.? Ekow.' and how! my summation in the main, I think.? I guess.
They are out.' Yet never free.' There just seems to be no gain? Is this just like 'twister?' From those
Who have an allergy to deeper games' such as chess.? Or bridge? Or poker.? Or any thing that.. Tries your wits.' ENOUGH.! Of such boring format." With choice straightjacket? Or chocolate
Suit.?
I woke up one June, and I was ill.
The treatment was long and hard until
I saw the sun through my window sill.
This morning, now, in May, I'm grateful for today.
A crash while I was cruising,
and I took a beating and a bruising.
It's in the past now, and I'm musing,
my pain has gone away, and I'm grateful for today.
Regrets sown into a patchwork quilt,
so many years to be plagued by guilt,
but I see water under the bridge, not silt.
I watch it float away. I'm grateful for today.
My happiness, a grey cloud grifted,
'til, finally, my mood has shifted.
I see bright colors, my depression lifted,
time to run and play. I'm grateful for today.
Now, I can make another start.
I'm free. It's OK that we're apart.
Time has healed it, my broken heart.
I can truly say, I'm grateful for today.
It took more than interdiction.
It took more than my conviction.
I hope I kicked it, my addiction.
Dear God, I pray. I'm grateful for today.
Inside this purple pen, is the Hope in
my life that never ends.
From outside sources, it never comes!
That is darkness for sure, wherein there
is just a glint of the sun.
Humanity on its knees, oh please!
Humming morbidly, “ Let my people
go??”
Let us rise and tell our leaders clearly,
“To your all your rules and restrictions,
we say, without clarification…NO.!
Freedom is not coming back, how
totally foolish are we?
To the cow~tow to that moronic bunch,
who stole it, from us.
And they still won’t let us go?
No, we still think freedoms come only
from them?
Deceptive, lying men and women!
All those liars, need to go!
Just say to them, with conviction,
You have no room for interdiction.
May limitless peace and joy bring on
your beautiful, huge smiles.
Only you can halt being beguiled!
6/23/2021
Deliberately debating a debilitating disease,
Excruciates and exacerbates existential ease.
Loquaciously lugubrious her lacrimonious wailing,
Instilled in me an ignominy of incongruous assailing.
Galling in its gargantuan, garrulous gainsaying,
Hypocritical hyperbole it goes without saying.
Tormenting me with tales of her tinnitus tintinnabulation,
Forced me to fulminate with ferocity and damnation.
Until, unambiguously, I uttered my interdiction,
Life's too short and your lassitude would test a Saints benediction.
Before my breath touches the morning air,
My thoughts in taciturnity upon suppression of solitudes…
Inhibition initiates interdiction within the hibernal hollow,
Where time a frozen fortress amidst the saturninity still.
The covertness of oblivions obedient in their absolution,
Daunting dorms of doldrums debilitate in their debacle…
Where the vaporous voids echo in their virginal vacuums,
The muted madness mandates the asphyxiated air.
Segregated silent sorrows suffice within my chaotic cage.
Where ignorance incubates immoral idols imposing…
The hellion hordes encroach the silent sentinels standing,
The laconism within my heart erupts with forbidden fury.
The silence sings with thunder as a tear touch’s the ground,
My empty eternal eyes dormant amongst horizons hid…
My mind in a decadent declination before walls of illusions,
And thus before a wounded wake, I am trapped in tangled time.
June.23.2020
Reflection in Silence
Sponsored by~ Silent One
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
~Love Limerick~
They kept telling us, that love at first sight
was pure fiction?
I beg to differ with my own interdiction!
Your heart constantly sings.
Already, you imagine the ring on my hand.
You see, it was far, far more than speculation.
December 22, 2019
It burns
Brighter, fiercer, nuclear
With effulgent incandescence
But only when untended or
denied the expected trajectory
For there is beauty in this
A Glorious Thing indeed
The rarest of things truly
But to wilfully deny it?
There is beauty in this
The question unanswered
The Troth not Plied
The step not taken
The tone: implicit
There is beauty in this
Why not the unfulfilled
The peak uncrossed?
No less intrepid
The solemn solitary longing
For the possibilities
Unexplored...
Yes, there is beauty in this
Untainted by banality
Never familiar enough to let fester the insouciance we know so well
No sordid, covert assignations and all that they entail
Oh there is beauty in this
freedom to plough the fallow furrow
In spite of interdiction the splendour grows each time connection recurs.
This is the wonder!
Yes, there is beauty in this
Can this clock be run down until it's a thing out of time?
Of course, there is the possibility of regret -
The train not caught
The Nettle not grabbed -
But
There is beauty in this
Love Limerick
They said love at first sight is pure fiction?
I beg to differ, with this interdiction.
Your heart merrily sings,
You see a big diamond ring.
Walking down the aisle is more than a prediction!
June 14, 2019
2pm PST
Poetry…
arresting the mundane
acquitting the spirit
Convicting
all redundancy
—freeing the truth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Pink hues gesticulate undaunted,
interdiction resonating...doleful hearts
secretly abiding drained of purpose.
Pink mothers, daughters, neighbors dispelling
myths, clinging holistically, while vomitus
refutes breaths of life.
Pink secrets resound mercilessly,
relentless conjecture, demonized fables
secreting venomous depression.
Pink vows tirelessly march for cures;
enduring rain, sun, arthritis, disease and
loss of loved ones, precious ones...gone.
Pink survivors gesticulate undaunted,
hope resonating...soiled, still hearts, still
openly supporting us drained of purpose.
Pink miracles await faithful biochemist, bold
technicians, as scientific discovery abounds
unrelentless to malignant tissue snatchers.
The power of PINK reigns perfect hue!
The power of PINK reigns tried and true!
The power of PINK resides in me and you!
They taught us to wait at the red light,
hungry thoughts alienate us,
alienated thoughts make me hungry,
thoughts of those at my right for the woman in red,
thoughts of those at my left for the red in the woman,
thoughts of those at my back for no woman at all.
I see the red joining between the thighs,
waving interdiction above the knees.
From URBIS (Paralela 45 Publishing House, 2016)
Translated by me.
The Prairie dogging contra versies Oh, the queen of dramaturge absurd this stick stinking stirrer A interdiction of artless showmanship Dramatis personae that’s pure over acting bull in a glass house better left in an outhouse
her storm seen sometime or never
her form a mottled cry,
begs the clinker from the sky
that many try, to pacify her ire,
nought can quench her heady fire,
her storm seen sometime or never
none have won to pacify her surge,
to all men now a cursed scourge,
begs the clinker from the sky
no prediction can be lent,
only heaven’s interdiction can be lent,
her storm seen sometime or never
grasps the metal’s leery eye,
depths of Hades burns it dry,
begs the clinker from the sky
then hard pull, protection’s reins,
her nature’s wrath, knows no direction,
her storm seen sometime or never,
begs the clinker from the sky
02/03/2015
a choice without voice
in mental friction
to quell warlord spells
with true conviction
that lies shall disguise
our benediction
as force changes course
towards interdiction.