In our maniacal world madness cosplay nativity.
When sanctuary is cynical take cyanide outside in
a synchronized social suicide.
Life at your disposal realize life is disposable.
Lacking eye warble, below-zero countertop marble.
Stumble over the five o'clock Hobble.
Humble, Crumpled up macro-cookie crumble.
Spade shovel buried down transient mumble.
Blood musk parfume; false whale entrails.
Innards inward into inferior interior design.
Set fire to the nativity scene, in our maniacal world
It'll still continue in laughing, surround sound loud.
It'll still narcissistically orbit around me.
Outstanding flavour; some forever ever-lasting long.
Ever-after ended up ending fantastic. God dammit.
Gob-smacker, toe tapper, boot-smacker.
Folded laundry lay on the nighttime pavement.
It'll still go.
In the Age of Spin.
It just happen.
No way, It just happen?
It just happen.
It go like it just happen.
It go how it just happen.
What happen?
It just happen.
it twas evereth the 14th
and ladle had stilled consequence
perceptive decorum and froth's
constable would, could naught
cold heart and battled fart
bequeath to thee
a brothersome free
door and locksey
leashed a board in mercy
a wait, as bait, beside boyhood fate
to undress against
shallowed peasant
four returned to Ireland
bedside and tired
blankets paging in grass
ant's weary temperment at gas
a home a key
a star left he
the all might and his coward
to run the knights
round to Britain
i and i only minors scribes
have told in telling
of poor bottoms swelling
I'm the cells cavern
An orchestrated advance
The corridor the call
The snip the fall
Interior design in might
Out of castled walls flight
Terror in known streets
Publication and ceremony in defeat
They will have had we Rome
And no thing at door
Battle as framers wools
The third wall of a fine ants parish
Forward the Chinese admiral
I walked in to the four bed rooms, four baths
of my daughter’s house with big living room,
dining room, washing room, back and front yards,
master bedroom with bath and walk-in closets.
Painted with rustic color of gray, in medium tone
outside and light tone inside, the color motif of the
interior design showing on the wall pictures and on
the vases with different synthetic plants and flowers.
Although they do not emanate floral or sweet scent,
the orchid plant utterly exhibits an illusion of blossom.
The backyard landscaping the previous owner had
done is stunning, quite lush with safe walkways.
A modern landscape or timeless landscape with the
feel of stillness and the view of the glorious sunset.
My pondering in silence was abruptly cut off by the
sound of the automatic sprinkler’s swirling water.
Aunt Martha had a knack for doing a lot with a little.
I spent a day watching her purchase a plethora of baskets.
She bought an assortment of sizes, colors, and shapes.
What in the world was she thinking? She already had enough stuff.
A week later I visited her, and saw she had turned them into wall art.
It was amazing and wonderful; something I could not have visualized.
What do you think? She asked me.
I thought she missed her calling.
She should have been an interior design decorator.
I can’t look I can’t look
For I see what they took
Haunting, demonic they climb
Flights to my interior design
They no longer want to hide
They take hold stomping, laughing
Over everything I once held with pride
I can’t stand the reflection that won’t move aside
Triumph for the unearthed
They stare back; rebirthed
Piles upon piles of dust and mold
Gather in a large closet up in the attic,
Where junk of memorabilia resides
Untouched for years as I scan the heap
Of treasures accumulated: a prom's corsage
At 17, shelves of dresses, high-heels that
Tell me now I have grown four sizes larger!
Paperbacks circa 1980, eaten by bugs
from a Literature nerd in grade school...
Journals theater souvenirs looking like
Fossilized antiques from medieval ages,
Along with broken Parker pens and oil
Tubes defying a frustrated artist,
With drawers of lace, beads, threads
As glue guns ( in yellow) stick on interior- design
Folders: then to reach out for music records;
Dollars saved in a jar as a novice in advertising:
Oh the thongs , underwear kept in cedar boxes--
A vision of dates with sleek metro princes,
Discoing on till they turn into wimpy frogs...
How chlorine scent jams my nostrils as I clear
The unwanted pile-- mounds of pile that
Stain my dingy face my hair a rocker's mop.
Die as I flood you with ammonia !
Not the keepsakes...but those stinking fungi!
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“Transformed by The Cross”
By Ren R. Royal
As I look up to the cross, what do I see?
Do I see just a cross, or Christ who died for me?
The true meaning of the cross is not just something during lent,
The meaning is a way of life, not just mere intent.
As I look up to the cross, I see a love beyond splendor,
A debt far beyond all my heart could render,
Priceless beyond worth, Immeasurable beyond words,
As God’s grace spreads wide open as salvation unfurls.
As I look up the cross, my heart is not only changed,
The interior design of my heart is also rearranged,
My heart is transformed to a whole new beginning,
To a love that lasts forever, a love that knows no ending.
As I look up to the cross, I see not doom or gloom,
I see in people everywhere God’s love in full bloom,
The cross is not a time in which our souls should grieve,
But in our lifelong testimony, live out what we believe.
As I look up to the cross, transformed by God’s grace,
I see a love beyond all love, I see God’s glorious face,
As I look up to the cross, transformed by God’s mercy,
I see a love beyond all time, the greatest love in history.
Understanding the new generation.
They have their own language.
Their own new meanings to the same words.
They have their own communication + lingo.
Has it not been the same with each new
generation in history?
They discover a new style that is shocking
to the older generations.
Adjoining generations seem to listen
to each other.
At which point do the generations do not want
to listen.
Where is this gap?
Spelling is different for the same words.
A lot of abbreviated text is used.
There seems to be an absence of books amongst
dvds + cds.Has this interior design element
been overlooked?
Is there a new dictionary to accommodate the
new generations?
Or is this just how life is?