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I don’t know that anything about me
is original – I mean, all of my atoms,
I’ve been told, once belonged to some
dimwit creature (hmm...) roaming the earth
long before air-conditioners and Mai Tais...
And talk about Sin! – now that’s an Original
I would gladly give my share away in
a heartbeat; sure as hell, not missing a
cinder of the concept – though, if not the
world itself, I have no recollection of a
bountiful garden...while readily admitting
to having dined and drank with more than
one size and specie of venomous serpent –
But of all my Non Originals, the abiding
presence of love within me is a lineage
I would gladly claim as my own, were I
asked, praying to be absolved of any penance
if untrue. And, if false...then I would claim,
even more vociferously, my uncompromising
capacity to forgive all, thus hopefully moving
existing originals into the Lord's Grace of
Transformative Light.
~Heart Of A Gypsy~
I was the soul of the storm
cleansing the misdeeds of all
Removing their cold making
mankind warm again
How my rain absolved their guilt
And when lightning struck
I was just a flicker in the fire
But love made me the light that
lights the skies
Even with a heart of a gypsy
Destined to roam forever
I ration us a kiss each week
For if you felt the true power of this
storm you would not be able
to withstand my powerful force
But without you my power
would cease to be
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Fragile resolve aspires
to capture the residual rainbow,
weaves the lattice of life
with spectral ribbons,
turns into a self-destructive
psychosis syndrome
that fails to fling
the insane illusion
in the cloud of dreams,
for it has hypnotic leverage
on the mind,
mangled by
s t o r m.
Wedged by the splitting bevel
of slashing time,
the frail fragments of failure
get lacerated from life,
scatter on the path
to the rainbow,
yet untraveled,
meanders marooned
in debris of derelict dreams,
disappear down the deep sinkhole
of dusky oblivion.
In lucent mystique mind,
transmuting thoughts
flash on
ebony emotions.
Absolved of self-qualm
psychic crystal sparkles
in sense stars’ aurora flare,
traces the prime trajectory
from the cosmic soul’s
nebulous abyss,
within.
In the mesmeric meadow
of the inner topography,
seraphic shadows dance mystified
with gorgeous sequined glitter
of the sensuous stardust
in the tune of
buoyant bliss.
The discernment mindscape
makes the montage
of the existential rainbow,
d i s m a n t l e d.
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
Discovery
If you find a rusty nail you are halfway there
all you need is cabbage, carrots and a bit of meat
Soup is ready.
Genuinely made from a rusty nail.
This is also a way to write poetry look for an idea in the darkness
and not falling over tables and chairs,
This is an unfortunate mishap that occurs when writing
my eyes are old.
I have between my thumb and index finger a cork from a bottle of wine
from this humble start, I can conjure up a cool bottle of wine.
Jesus did it once when feeding the five thousand
when all he had in his hand was a slice of a day-old loaf.
Imaginary friends, I have many, can be helpful when remembering
their antics, and I can be absolved of sin.
Stick to a rusty nail or a horseshoe, friends are hard to find
The first expanse we crossed was called Delinquent Sea.
We trolled its murky depths with dreams of piracy.
Though landing swag with no regret,
Contentment slithered through our net.
We squandered all our plundered booty wantonly.
The next gulf we traversed was Inconsistent Sea.
An open-ended course with no contingency.
We took the long way ‘round the Horn
And spent the whole time watching ****,
Distracted by the hum of its monotony.
We thought to change our course, but found Complacent Sea;
Its waters smooth as glass, with less transparency.
Though there was time to come about,
We’d let the warranty run out,
Our rudder swinging on the sternpost uselessly.
When next we hit the swells of deep Despondent Sea
We wallowed in despair of ever breaking free.
But then the lookout cried, Avast!
As Noah’s Ark went drifting past;
We followed in the stink of its menagerie.
We strained against the currents of Dependent Sea.
Twas not the shortcut home that it appeared to be.
The mate was verging on despair.
He sensed rebellion in the air;
His ex-wife in the focs’l plotting mutiny.
We shot those narrow straits and entered Luna Sea;
A tempest in a teapot, no admission fee.
And when we hit the rocks and cracked,
The wreck absolved us of the act
Of sailing in each other’s wretched company.
At last I found the way to Self-sufficient Sea.
I gripped the oaken oars and rowed relentlessly.
The voyage may be hard and long,
But it should profit from a song.
Let music be in league with the conspiracy:
Sailing, sailing, sailing the seven seas…
It seems like only yesterday when your rainbow ceased
The reaper’s blade turned crimson in the struggle for being
Violet droplets forsaken as the final violation struck home
Forgotten the pinks and the mellow the sprite resolution
A life path cut short had tempted the tempest to vanish
Succeeded in your premature harvest of the ultimate act
In the pool of your shadow shone the blues of the past
Now the bleary frost of forlorn redemption festered
No longer as you lay in fine black wattle coffin beneath
Lilac roses in white cotton gown of torn grace
You had wished for no hymns as you felt God would not
Want your bones and your soul had chosen cacophonous
Drums beating funeral’s last tunes instead for the final farewell
Shrieking blasts for a tsunami of tears resolved from your fear
Of never making it to the shore of peacefully passing on
The bleak struggle was finally over the fog gone and absolved
Misty murky drenched clouds of obscurity adorned thorny
Remembrance oozing from the cutting edge of demise
From your heart scraped and incised from cold metal steel
A cut throat message remains delivered on sanguine clots
Of the grief and serrated sorrow that love could not ease the pain
12th April 2018
Ten word contest:
Crimson, Forgotten, Grace, Harvest, Love,
Misty, Shadow, Shore, Tempest, Yesterday.
To the further side of broken hell waits beyond
the crushing breaker’s yard of broken heart
another cracking crush enchantment flowing spell of love
My angel you will fly once more and free in currents’
surfing flight absolved from plight and undertow
that drags you down and under waves of tears for now
When riptides shatter severed tegument relentlessly
assaulting broken shards of razor corralled reefs and
dessicated hopeless dreams let go flow with the tides
There is no self-fulfilling wave no levitating automatic exit
route from whirl pools’ rocky bottom’s bounce not yet
a path of happy permanent impermanence when chaos looms
My mooring treasure you will feel the joy and laughter dancing
splashing soul and mind again when waters turn beyond the
breakers when compassionate caress evolves from agony
To the further side of hell and broken meaning from
demeaning trials and tribulations awaits for you a gentle breeze
another crack at life and compassionate swim in the ocean
06th February 2017
they say forgive and forget
remember and hold to account
seems to be frowned upon
and memorable events take a while
to manifest digest and process
narratives change with the core
at every reason and heart
‘everything is wrong and it is all your fault
what exactly you will have to find out yourself
I will put our relationship into a drawer
and possibly open it again once you …’
have changed to her wishes?
relinquished any meaningful part in the drama?
conceded to her perfidious pantomime?
are totally broken?
‘you claimed that one cannot talk to a depressed one
but were you not projecting your discontent?’
years on the metaphorical couch
like a spider in a cobweb of distrust
attempting to just pull one string
breaking at rock bottom
with someone else throwing rocks
from a fortress of a glass house
accusations lies silence pretense of innocence
and turning children against him
he walked a difficult path
many a time running on empty
but eventually it turned out to be
the best thing that could happen
and he found new love
made peace with his offspring
invested in kindness and compassion
now lives with his lover and soulmate
chapters however can only be closed
when the epilogue has been written
when the spine of the book
stands upright in truth
for years he maintained that she
could not have done any better
did not cope with her own crisis
and he absolved her from further critique
the protagonist eventually found his voice
He has become I and I lay to rest
my memories of that evil malignant
and greedy you chose to become
it was you who tore me apart
and watched with satisfaction
when I became vulnerable and depressed
discredit where discredit is you
it is not about settling score
or spread sheets of retribution
simple honesty will do and
I don’t have to be nice
because poems understand
and refrain from judging the writer
but deep in my soul I do not care
that you have turned lonely and bitter
because while I am privy to
exquisite satisfied pleasure
you made your bed
and that is empty for a reason
trying to hack out my eyes and essence
made me spread my wings joyfully
and you are an old haggard crow
merely feeding on crumbs
05th August 2021
We’ve come so far
But as thine is the kingdom
We don’t know where we are
The shadows beneath me
Grasp ever so toward me
As the heavens breech me
As arrogant as I am
The lessons I learn still don’t bother to teach me
A day at a time, Father, My lord
For you are all that I can afford
But we are now just one walk away
Late night phone calls
Don’t we just wish we could relive them all
My childhood dreams was in and out of foster homes
What do you call home?
I'm four years old and standing alone
I only pray that we are one walk away
They ask us why we pleasure being mutilated
Just saw a little boy hang himself
I guess he couldn’t take being humiliated
When I was younger
I’d bury my face in my pillow and pray that I didn't wake
By all means I wish what I'm saying was fake
We are but one walk away
My life is something lived in feign
Sadness reigns
Insanity is the new claim
Maybe my faults are absolved
But what problem does that solve
My eyes itch
I think I died trying to relax in hot tubs
Trying to find out what your love does
I swear I cried blood
But we are now but one walk away