This is it,
In midst of chaos -primal
Greeny bloom woods,
Riseth the morning- alive
Is Sunshine a freedom?
Or a journey - lone
Wandering on paths - stray
Desires went abode
Yet on lane destiny- future
Memories meeked all momentum
Yearnings of purpose
Contradict the broughtup- slavery
Of genuine home- egypt
Where needs satiate,
Desires met slight,
Blurred every shades-plight
Stationed present edged
the motion independence
Weaved enough - aggravated
To find a sight - right
Now, ye discern
Of way sorjournees
Who sought only physical
Lapsed away from the head - eternal
Me - desperately denied
as them few - natural
Looking forth unto hills - zion
On direction fifth
With faith bodacious - in above
Walking cadence towards
works which setteth- beforehand
Not to prove, but to love
As a faithful bride
In the end.
I'm sorry for all the hell you put up with,
as I was being dragged for "witch craft"
by those in-articulate one track puppets
doing their best to bury war-weary me.
We'll watch horror films on Shudder,
a distraction from the stomach cancer,
window closed & the shutters,
as I buried myself in your lap as I lapsed.
I wish you could see six day sober me,
still lingering on to your jumper's scent.
I sleep with it tucked to my chest
Your struggles I wish were mine all the least.
Your father doesn't mind, when I open
up your broken child-hood window,
cradle in your bed from the 90s
to finally fall to you this time...
Clockwise rotation of the implanted grooves
Guarantees a routine agenda that can't fail you
For its reliable pace and its steady flow
Cannot be disrupted but by the hands that show
But what if this routine, was not for me
And this agenda disrupts my preferred spontaneity
For if the clock dictates my ability to be free
I'd rush through life with somewhere
Always having to be, an obligation that would
Prevent adventurous unknown possibilities
If time were infinite and these hands were of me own
I would point in the direction of the risky unknown
And shift my destination by refocusing the mirror
And never look back at the lapsed hours that got me here
I would set my hands on ten and two
And recharge the battery from its original groove
To a new zone where time could freeze
And life would be simple and more carefree
For if time were in the hands of my own
They'd solely be used by the manual flow
Of the wheels that spin with nowhere to go
Sweetness Ordained
Can you remember
a smell
or only a fact
Can a bakery
in passing
free a memory lapsed
A sensory
flashback
its sweetness ordained
Olfactory joy
surviving time
— and the flame
**
Breathing Closer
Death
I hear thee coming
but still see thee not
Death
your chilling shadow
Atropos casting lots
Death
breathing closer
inhaling my soul
Death
by day silent
— the darkness extols
**
Dark Symbiosis
You heard me whisper
I heard you cry
You tracked my footsteps
which bade goodbye
A star crossed tandem
in shared release
Dark symbiosis
— of love’s retreat
**
A New Calling
Don’t ever let life
deprive you
of what only
death can claim
Each day of excuse
and diverted
dreams
will lock your hope in chains
Only when final
divinely
inspired
and stepping through the wind
Toward a new
calling
and fresh paradigm
— are we blessed to rebegin
**
I saw a bloke beneath an oak with nothing in his hands
He seemed relaxed, and as time lapsed, he had little plans
He stayed just there without a care evidently free
Then someone said, that fellas dead, hanging from that tree
Crystal white I see it drop slowly
With out effort it floats on its own
If you could halt its moments only
Lapsed in time its uniqueness shown
But why rob it of its time so slowly?
Precious seconds before its moment
Taking its place with others wholly
Because it’s part of a bigger component
A pictures tapestry begins to form
Its palette ready for the artist’s touch
What perfection today shall we perform?
An only depiction of the heavenly such
It’s agreed then as the artist begins to work
Creation’s sacrifice temporary cold it feels
But its labored result is a unique artwork
Seen now the artist’s angelic image reveals
Hate invoke,
Haunt sound silence in,
Lapsed love still,
Heart opens,
A kid of traipse live alone,
life of sorrow fun.
The great golden
In gleaming rims rolling
Upward like tolling bells
Rousing the blissful morning cells
Some lapsed in dreams e'er unfolding
Prophetic harmonies sung
By angelic or demonic tongue
Dissolving in wakes of light
Swelling ever more bright
Dispelling lingering night
From sleepy eyes shuttered tight
Midst pleading groans and dismal sighs
The golden morning bid ye arise
The crux of my jigsaw
is plastered on my face.
In scribbles of mine, I find-
a younger mind in my place.
Time's lapsed without define
as I read these words of mine.
Semi-confused and struggling,
Do I revise? -oh, this is puzzling.
What say you, my friend of mystery?
Do you rearrange the past,
or grant amnesty?
Post as is, or adjust its mast?
Touch the voice of the lost,
or leave her voice with a cost?
The past's sound disassociates
from present mind, to recalibrate.
In hiding that women are locked outside of california's democracy we are not the same
Present has no further tense to be meaningful is to be regarded as dis-wanted
The past tensing of crime upon a woman’s singular right to pass…….
This is a bearing which cannot be prevented from demand of answer
As to why and whom has allowed this to transpire
Concern and Certainty are appointed as law during these transgressions
Certainty does not to exist as fault is currently attempting to be absolved
There is no legal means for this function in the universe
Physics commands the mortal physique and as such we must itemize a budget
From the parameters of physics not to accost the day
Sunlight provides all manners of energy on earth
No hearing is need to destroy the present
Time has lapsed for celebration
The enmity clause is called for in euphemistic disregard of payment
Payment for services rendered
Tax has been liened farther than constitution can hold
The back pay of motel keys is due forthwith in thousand oaks california
To private citizens who have endured unendable slander and liable upon there house
Are we prepared to display diplomacy conclusion in el salvador
Are we equated to the residue of our streets at home
While time lapsed beneath the bullets our fireworks burned our shores
Titled day and lived beneath flight
Our cowardice increases as feeding child bites
Taken long, measures of meat
And heel we have not, for catching little speak
I did not ask to be baptized ~ I see no need to play by their rules
Written: January 16, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
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When I'm aged echoes utter to unfold,
I recall a time that was brief as flame,
Humming of lapsed whispers reckon my name,
By the warmth of dusk, my soul is consoled;
We strive to hold our chisel with each breath,
An epic tale where your hoarse dreams run high,
You moved into the dimness, morphing sigh,
And discovered a gold heart before death;
Eternal seas that wash upon the shore,
Contain the truths that age shall not disclaim,
Each wave a metaphor for life’s acclaim,
As tides remind you love is at its core.
Alas my life has lapsed
as my fingertips lose their grasp
letting go of life
and the many things
I had searched for
but never found
Ethereal vivid imagery
kissed by a subdued light
twinkling colors of nostalgia
lingering faintly
In an infinite time-lapsed dimension
where the onyx of what lures
morphs into mysterious perpetual
unpainted lackadaisical presences
leaving vacant spaces
in a yearning soul
Devoid nothings dancing
swallowing me under
a tucked in sprinkled sky
Obtainable materialization
too bland for fulfillment
Undecided passions and lost hopes
in a hollow twisted barren flesh
placed on the lower side of
a distant slightly pattering pedestal
of something that can only
be described fugitively
Bestowing faint presences
feeling the invisible
mixed in grander punched elusive dreams
A lofty unconscious concept
beyond mortal grasp
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