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The Paying (I wish) Public marvels
at what comes out: those explosive, star-spangled
phrases and melodies (the few times I get it right);
but what of the great-real that went in, the life-struggles,
the tears, the soul-smothering isolation – not to forget
the little left of me, squirming squiggly, imprisoned
with the many nameless, sparsely filled, crumpled-up
white-pulp battlefields in the wastebasket – my inky piles of bones –
clawed-out guts (the years of painful extraction,
likened to going to the dentist, then being told, that I have a serious abscess,
needing an immediate Root Canal, though unfortunately
Covid has prevented our delivery of anesthetic)...
Oh well, here goes again:
Roses are red – so is a poet's blood;
The moon strings silvery, strum-able beams –
myself too busy to play them, running on a
treadmill, going nowhere, in my Write-blocked-nightmare,
ominously pulled from words my stalled mind should be chasing...
So, my Love (Poetry), she does
and she does not – till one
mightily fit for publication:)
Entwined in a lovers sweat
Passions sated, as a cool breeze
Brings in the scent of the night
Tongues tasting of wine, fully satisfied
Eternal happiness, could this be?
Or should I run under gloomy tormented skies?
Hand in hand we traveled, across the fields of love
Into historié
Sur le pont d’Avignon
We danced the night away
Round and round did we go
Our love fell into the Rhone
Devotion seemed a certainty
Love was passions muse
Broken, life fell in the abscess of my demise
All I truly desired, left sur le pont
The battle of Avignon left me defeated
As my memories fade, melancholy recalls to me
The kiss that never was
Meant to last
the land is filled with an abscess of abhorrent disembodied souls
and their bleats are heard through parallel dimensions in which they troll
some stagnant in purgatory some waundering endlessly in search of a vessel to hold
travelling the bottled neck passages of hades paying the fairyman's toll
no bouqet of roses no arrangments of flowers
just remnants of cinder and ashes brought by the hours
realities manifested by the thoughts in our minds
alternate dimensions are possible with the construct of time
comprehension is beyond the grasp of average intelligence
disbelief has become dogmatic relevence
humans have adopted a bravado of ego and pride
along with the blistering ignorance that coincides
deceptive and manipulative voices like liquid water that drowns out reason
a year without light and death has a season
the balance is infiltrated and ying is greater than yang
no resonance from speech just slurs from slang
a twist of the words a serpents tongue
a hiss is whats heard air from lungs
the breath of life forced out in a whisper
and truth is manipulated by the tongue of the twisted
before you open your eyes open your mind
if you truly seek the truth than it is the truth you shall find
In the beginning there was tooth
One tooth and no other
Then about the time of Cane
According to the ancient text
Another tooth grew out of nothing
Similar to the chicken and the egg debate
but a different kind of debacle
Unsolved to this unholy day
About the mouth on the other side of it
Spoken but not said
Grew yet another tooth with teeth about
Destiny revealed three teeth in all
Called by name “teeth” from that day on
Until they fell out of favor
The tooth about tooth is true
I saw it with my own two eyes
One tooth left, one on the other left
A center tooth in the center... That's right
Call it what you will between each other
A story, a non tooth debate, a fake
There were other teeth about the mouth
Some were quite sharp, biting, even tiny
This tooth was about pain, an abscess
In need of pulling at the moment
With the absence of malice or malicious intent
Brought on by the ultimate sin of sugar indulgence
Decay came about but will not be tolerated
Tooth about tooth can be frightening too
Dentistry has come a long way these days
Given the ways of oral hygiene cleansing
Let us pray
By the intercession of angelic forces
Some teeth were saved
Let us pray
The one true tooth was doomed
Decay set in on the chosen root
Nothing is worse than a cavity
Holes in the head are not holy
Should not be empty or void
Children should not eat candy
Should not be consumed by truth
The tooth should be considered first
There was, is and always will be
One true tooth to suffer through
The mouth knows what is coming
About other teeth we can not vouch
But about the tooth about the center
It is the one tooth that must come out
Extraction!.... Ouch!
The time of Cane has long passed
Nova-Cane has come at last, Amen
Particularly pronounce abscess,
when rites of spring accursedness
prevails, asper testament, sans swell
scored psychological achiness
recording minecrafted history,
viz secreting acridness
permeates profusely predicated puberty,
akin to ambling au naturale adulteress
plethora plush plumage plus perfume
presage prickly profuse inauspicious pre/
post pubescent and adult affectlessness
propensity poisons primary predilection
pummeling poking pillorying
perpetual purgatory with aggressiveness.
Now translated into bumpy
layman's/woman's terms, aye
communicate, albeit stylishly campy
adhering, colluding, and choppily try
trending without trademark obfuscation,
nonetheless, a feeble
attempt might still defy,
an honest to dog ambition to express
how blooming in the dales less
sons glee aware, how lovers press
lips close together, when yours truly
shuttered himself in bedroom
of boyhood home to cope with stress
thus denying, depriving,
and destroying bone
a fied hankering,
asper this pooch hood doth hone
ache, never to experience puppy love
til pooch later in life,
when he became at present
male version, sans crone
revisiting, reliving, and
reflecting being alone
without ever touching, savoring,
and rubbing smooth cheekbone
of a lass - see, this thy reason
Matthew Scott doth bemoan
observing young bucks,
who liberate kickstarter jangling hormone
he oozes with envy those whippersnappers
gathering rosebuds while they may intone
enjoyment, qua the vitality, virility, and victory
before youth fleetingly passes versus millstone
weighing heavier with each passing year
before the grim reaper doth phone!
Feeling I got so doubtless
Which absorb me as delicious
Which I belief one can't do sans
It has helped me a lot of times
Passion for progress
How would success comes one's means
Sans this feeling so immense
How would one pursue great things
Sans this feelings so immense
Outweigh only inflicts mind and sense
Which might spit venomous abscess
As the Mozanbique spits its
Venom. I greedily read some poets
who their works seem voluptuous
As cute stuffs in elegant dresses
Which often drag me to put more effects
Upon my process
Passion is a stimulant that empowers or gears
A person toward great things
Of this Mother earth and of Holy place
However it depends on how its get one's hands.
9/8/2015
Note: for a person to have the right hand of the Might or the other, he needs passion to imitate either HIS Prophets deeds or other prophets.
Tired of explaining (a twist from ND. poem)
Ignoring the presence of my stillness==
As you walk with bitterness==
Your radiance is no longer true==
A melody with seduction over due==
The song so bad wiped out by you==
Rotating my abdomen==
From the soul==
The worms inside==
They all die==
Under your control==
Separating the way==
Is as if though==
All the beauty in the world==
Up and lived==
You are more than I need==
Drowning in my own abyss==
Judging you one==
Right after the other==
A hellish so profound==
Revelations passed so suddenly==
Expression of limbo, I replay==
The revenge==
The revoke==
Suffer catting my oxygen==
They illness==
Then lifeless==
They identify==
Then disgust==
Never play the sensitive==
Feel my needs==
Like the wound full of abscess==
A sore to never go away==
Yes like the illness==
Then lifeless==
Dropped addict==
These shivers down my spine==
Identify, escape, abuse of certain==
Announcing it even more==
Proof that I am found==
Out of love==
The mind finally receives==
Revolution with open eyes==
The heart is trapped to proceed==
Cleverer than the open skies==
Old sweat glands in my hand==
Retiring the mind==
The best of my heart has no stand==
Died from your retrieving cries==
Advancing to my knowledge==
The darkness that you lend==
DISCLOSURE==
to==
In the depth of your eyes ==
I run before you hypnotize==
Oblivious to the Valley of your wits==
Refusing to relive the song==
Feeling that are gone==
Never will it feel right==
I still feel the rotation==
Exhale went out your soul==
Exiting far from sight==
Revoke an end to your light==
A kiss of death to your good night==
A kiss of death to your good night==
(To: Nathan Dilts my way of explaining love over due)
Have you ever heard of a heart
Once accepting of love, now coldly distant?
Once pristine, now tainted with distrust
And full of gunk inside?
Now, it's unsure of itself,
Playing it safe after being torn in half
One too many times, fearing yet another
Dose of misfortune's poison pill.
Now afraid to unlock its door
And leave it ajar for love to walk back in.
May courage be a healing knife
That doctors this poor heart
May unconditional love
Dissect it, drain its abscess,
Then, stitch it shut as a tailor
Would a split seam.
Date posted: 04/02/2016
At first I thought it a
random drop of light -- why
not, the universe is full of
yet to be diagnosed, while
remaining natural mysteries.
Searing through the dark overcast --
perfectly oval, left was a singe, sign of
novel, puncturing intrusion, on what was
already a hoard of unusual flashing nimbus.
Came a rumble and a roar!
Such putrid blast! -- common to the bowls of a glutenous fat man,
at a smorgasbord. Dark insatiability continued.
A thickening! Bloating stench of atmosphere. A sense that
could only be likened to pure evil. Dared seemed my formidable
curiosity! Stars, a flickering mass of descending glitter --
Was there no bottom to this luminous fall?
I shuddered to think.... But could not turn away.
What negative presence, had come to disturb the restful nature
of a Southwest summer's night? I did not know. Could not venture
even a morbid guess. What all consuming demonic presence -- light alone
seeming incapable of subduing -- rendered every foreboding blotch
amusing to me! Entertained my curiosity. The fouler the contrast, the more
excited became a deep, dank, primitive fantasy I long harbored somewhere inside. Was it simply spirit
being infected by a transient, though treatable abscess? Or something far more primitive? Malevolent?
An enchantment that could not be, once entertained, so easily subdued, extracted from the mind. From the heart. Impending doom for a foolishly inquisitive soul. The ancient document, the incantation
I held in my hands, seeming to radiate an offer of unbridled power. What would I do?
What would anyone sane mortal do on All Hallows Eve? Burn the damn thing!
Fingertips click a
desperate breakbeat
as eyes glaze over
in blue light baptism
please overwhelm me
Binary jungle,
you glowing cesspit
through the clipping
curtain echoes a choir
of post-post ironic
agoraphobics.
Dopamine is a myth,
an expired meme
deemed mega cringe
Let the file rot into
informational abscess
Here we all wait before
Heaven's blockchained gate
tired of partaking into
a satire so removed from
a cogent solution,
It is simply void.
Here is coldest oblivion in
this stupid cyborg machine,
but the world is so
Y2K heat death-core
Whatever that means
It turned a generation
made us abandonware
Just to feed us nostalgia
for times when we
would bother to care.