If an apple a day
keeps the doctor away
to such proverb
he'd not subscribe
as the income lost
to defray his cost
foolish he would ascribe
and instead
if looking sickly feeling ill
on my deathbed
a home visit plus pill
he'd quickly prescribe
as a patient I used to be
but now a customer that is me
and the Hippocratic Oath
he ducks like a quack
as to quote it he is quite loath
8/4/2025
Countless individuals
have become self willed.
Seems each day that passes
innocent people are killed.
Shootings and stabbings
have become the norm.
To society’s prescript,
many loath to to conform.
Perpetrators all receive
what we call “due Process.”
So they’re given a lawyer
who excels at aggress.
Because oft times the penalty
doesn’t fit the crime.
Some are granted pardons
precluding doing their time.
Many times the perpetrators
upon return to the street.
Unwilling to seek a job
and with others compete.
They return to the same life
they failed to escape.
They were given second chances
to slash, shoot, loot and rape.
I Loath rain
Each drop akin a piercing sword,
Like swords dropping from mighty lord
Weighing my pain, and ravishing my heart
Sharp as light, wrecking my might,
Taking me captive as my heart is light,
From an extent unknown
To depths I've never known
And my world?
It's all but raining since you left
I sit by side of nothing
I see the view of abyss
A vague light is all there is, faint and frail
Shimmers of your shadow
Haunting me like a dying tale
My world is raining
As if rain is all that ever was
Grief lingers as my emotions wither into oblivion
A pale world is all it has become
lost in echoes, deaf and numb
A world ablaze with golden beam
Is now a graveyard void of gleam
The memories pain
The echoes stay
For haunting love I'm still it's prey
STANZA 1
Love at first sight,
Was like the happiness of birches birds.
The lightening of the innermost light,
Desired to be protected with girds.
STANZA 2
Set the bow to defeat her sorrow,
But to her, devil may care.
Ready to marry her tomorrow,
But to her was a nightmare.
STANZA 3
The world even testified that she is my dimeworth.
But all my heart and inner love ended up in tears.
I returned to my inner love with loath.
And my heart was grieved with fear.
STANZA 4
I took all my Morse,
Because I backed the wrong horse.
Meet me—by the abandoned houses—>there
not here<—, for it’s a danger! to be seen
in such ill company as I__I mean:
if strangers knew how strange was our affair,
they’d **** us!—meet me when night has grown fair,
bring gifts (flowers) (for nothing’s more obscene
in such situation as we are keen).
Though I’m well loath to leave you unaware,
you’ll must need hear silence ‘stead my full name;
—(it’s customary practice;)—tell me not
yours either; I want to know as little
as possible,—so to go without blame,
and still to lick the flame:to spill the plot:
to linger - - - on your delightful spittle.
I sense here some things sinister—a scent
of sulphur, sulking in a sultry pit;
a serpent’s hiss, expressed from space unlit;
a warm spell spilling from some seething vent;
I find now some things filthy—foul ferment
foaming, frothing; a gaseous, gurgling slit
discharging fetid, festering, sour spit;
malignant mold in cold, cracking cement;
So languid, loath, obtuse I trepidate
on into the black bowels of my home.
Gagging back a nausea’s tepid bubble,
shivering a shudder that won’t abate,
discover I a gory catacomb.—
Woah… I see well now how bad my trouble!
I watched him tear our democracy down
And break the promises of his oath
I posted protest memes and news
A degree of ultimate loath
Now our allies are all gone
The free world nations be
I will continue to post his lies
Until they come for me
France gave us a great gift long ago
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses
In a dictatorship no longer rings true
A falling empire as each day passes
Canada and Mexico our long time friends
No longer treated as they should be
I stand with freedom and democracy
Until they come for me.
They came for migrants and honest judges
They came for our nation’s security
I will protest until they are gone
Or until they come for me,
Look in the chamberpot
There you will find
Some agent of darkness
The Foul Fiend left behind
The sordid element
The secrets they keep
And the dank crannies
Wherein they do creep
There is no sin so scarlet
That they will not partake
They would pawn their own mothers
For foul pharmacy's sake
Note that these scoundrels
Have fallen from grace
Even beasts of the field
Loath the sight of their face
Hail thee, dear friend!
And be Utmost alert
For drug fueled thieves
Lurk unseen in the dirt
And most of all, Attend!
To safekeep your very life
Madmen in the shadows
Delight in your strife
As i dreamt of days passed by,
(Darn it!) Takes a sprout.
I looked to my right,
And i looked to my left,
For how i saw no passers-by,
"Darn it!" Gets the mouth.
Regrets flood in of "Why? Just why?", the floods make up a sea,
There is now a vicinity to self in which am loath,
And cry to the self for leave,
Its only when the eyes dry up,
And the fog has its retreat,
How infinite the self is in the void.....
"I see! I see! I see!"
I Stare Into the Water
I stare into the water
(The water stares back at me)
In chime with Terra Mater;
I expend no energy.
Without a paddle or wind to sail,
My prospects are unavailing;
I restrain myself not to turn tail
And so sit quietly, waiting.
Better there were a rising storm
That forces challenging the elements;
Then I could stroke these listless arms
And make for the lee of Canoe Island.
Though I cherish the life given,
I dream of a different place.
This cannot be the eye’s intention,
Timeless, on an unrippled lake.
To create beings dumb and useless,
Void of expansion of faculties,
Suppresses conscious awareness
That forever is death realized.
A blight cast adrift with stigma
Whose destiny is nullified
Because I’m trapped in a quagmire,
Loath to idle in paradise.
***
I am tired with the burden
But don't feel the power to leaving it
It ruins my soul
Yet I maintain the poison within me
I am a hypocrite or a scoundrel?
Or a prisoner of my own vices
Perhaps both, or something indefinable.
I grapple with this internal strife,
A weary soul caught in the fire of self loath,
Amidst the ruins of self, I persist,
A complex being, defined by contradictions.
I am jealous
Jealous of everyone's success
But also Ecstatic for their achievements!
I had a dream she gave a kiss
I rode a rocket ship to bliss
The softest lips that ever were
Locked onto mine, I felt her purr
And loath to break the steamy seal
I kept on kissing her with zeal
With scent of lilac in the air
The world went on, I didn't care
Spiralling into the depths of a rose.
Scent of petals caresses my nose.
Plummeting through a soft green bed.
Passing through the stem with dread.
Within, I witness its patterns from growth.
Wonderously I see beyond the darkness I loath.
Suddenly fertile soil surrounds me.
Somehow a gentler fall than I thought it would be.
Dearest,
I know we agreed
to practice stretching our compassion
to include those we actively loath,
and I have been trying
but...
Yes, I know,
it's difficult to out-trump Trump's
apparent toxicity,
with benign integrity
without appearing morally comatose
So,
what have you come up with?
maybe it could work for me as well
When my Republican friends
ask me for feedback,
which happens maybe...
...well, never
I go with
I have noticed that Mr. Trump's
emotional intelligence
and his generous talent for ignoring hypocrisy
are unimpeachable.
Which could mean
his lack of enlightenment
and his lack of integrity
are not, in and of themselves,
impeachable offenses
And it could mean
his sinister affective intelligence
and tenacity
remain unquestioned
by other self-righteous
AntiFeminist Capitalists
As they speak amongst themselves
inside EarthTribe's
Straight White Privileged
Men's Room.
Came back for no good reason, other than making a splash
Recoiling in horror, when my demons emit a flash
Anointed by unholy chrism, absolves me from the trash
Can oil ever be sacred, when not making ready cash
So would heaven be enough, if eternal less one day
It's said hell lasts forever, burning plasma if we stray
I belong in purgatory, in its orbit i'll stay
Even a rogue event horizon, couldn't drag me away
Innards will remain hidden, til grotesquely overblown
A hungry mouth sets up residence, seeking a new home
Put two and two together, you see the vision i've sown
A metaphorical language, this tongue I call my own
In the end love conquers all, even love tainted by hate
I loath its taste in my mouth, pity I’m hooked on the bait
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