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Calling card, heart shaped, scented with strawberry
Dot point offers plant remote scenario seeds
Swirled responses confuse clients, strings tangled
Caught in pitiless draught, swung by fastidious song
Men attempt to measure vapour, mind's desperation
Digs hungrily into collapsing burrows
Tunnel bends suddenly, bright Saint rays blinding
Instilling whites to irises burdened by jutting brow
Bosom bandaged in gilt silk gown rhythms innocently
Kimono openings brush bristled necks in eroticism
Tension simultaneously softens perception
Velvet weaves an inlet, secrets under her cummerbund
Unfamiliar ocean floor coral organism submerges
Carbon crumbling flame surmounts ash, absorbent
Finite fire paralised by Siren's immortal smiling
Fingers deftly unthread rationale, star array unrationed
Mild explosive conceals danger in magic
Moss pubis rises to challenge, a next breath
Taken as death's ultimate verdict, torture of relief
Vixen innoculates victim with vibrant vial of uranuim
15th March
Filtered heart
"My things as you."
People as Friends and kettles?
"My things as you."
The witness deprived
Absorbent in deny
How in interchange
Are we spoken
Misleading waste
Papers as snakes
Only in cuisines
Last, hander of things
Gone in time
Decade of take
Sales of ink
And all town
How to announce
Tone?
And all are tow'n
Being towed in the time
Time of all Involved as microcosm In discussion from?
Fearing reprimand of ink as letters ?
Allowing incorrect Consistent sing
the blind justices repeal?
Confound surrender?
Your not printing the article
Your afraid of reading
And the "free" cost!
Remains are extensive
The times grow small inside of earths journals
My sistas
A good woman once prevailed
Yet as her eyes sight the abandonment vessel
Reluctant wrath hatred vision
Prometheus googles
Declare upon the abomination
This place the unaffected
I'm dreaming dandelion dreams,
afloat on a sea of yellow.
And I feel buoyant, as a cloud,
floating on the fringes of sleep.
Sol rises: his gold chariot
igniting the horizon's edge.
And slowly ascends, vanquishing
the last vestiges of the Night.
Dawn's first glimmer of golden light
dissolves ebony silhouettes.
And arouses sleepy shadows,
yawning and stretching into shape.
Blue tints: ink an absorbent sky,
dappled with white cottony clouds.
And starlings squabble in the trees;
as robins forage far below.
Nature's natural masterpiece,
Dawn's spectacularly unique.
And heralds the birth of the day,
with a symphony of color.
Suited in black
Dressed in dark
This girl and boy
Ignite a loving spark
He offers a rose
She kindly accepts
This evening their love
In loving depths
Dance floor graced
In his hat and tails
Dance floor awaits
His loving Gail
Her hand taken
Dancing close
Hands embracing
Scarlet red rose
The evening draws in
Now hand in hand
Walking home
In their mind planned
Door closes
Warm embrace
Lips meet
Tongues raced
Clothes floored
Two naked in stance
Eyes warming
Wanting trance
Stairs they climb
In fondling mode
Hands aplenty
Sexual load
Edge of bed
Kisses galore
Excitement gallops
In Gail he adores
They slowly merge
Join as one
Writhing in waves
Oozing potions run
Their absorbent passion
In hunger exhaust
Sweat laid-en bodies
Glistening like frost
In comfort pose
Whispering kisses
The Dance of the Scarlet Red Rose
And a couples wishes
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Does life seem to you,
as love does to we,
that virtuous circles
engage healing intent
While viscious squares
of bad-tempered stomping
marches much less gayly
toward escalating drama
with harmful trauma
and persistent
discontent
Positive engagement
does not engage negative performers
as if some lives
are divinely entitled
to redemptively matter more,
and thereby attract glowing floodlights
Upstaging those worshipping lesser
unstraight
unmale
unwhite gods
and goddesses of trust
and compassion
without boundaries
Backstage,
opening opaque
and closing vulnerable curtains
breathes diverse gender icons,
sexualized idols
Muses
recomposing noted feelings
from inside out,
hard erect warriors
embracing soft receptive catchers,
absorbent empathizers
Integrity's copassionate healers,
pulling and pushing together
1 way
with 0 means.
About Twenty Two Score Years Ago...
One “FAKE” rumor purports April Fools’ Day
accepted with hostile abandonment
according to Giggle ling search result
conducted by this gent
adopted when France switched
rather than fight abolishment
transitioning from Julian calendar
to Gregorian calendar,
(yet maintaining same gender reassignment)
called for by the Council of Trent
Lot affecting chronological abridgement
forthrightly, immediately, and
magically decreeing making
with flourish of inkhorn - prestidigitation
"poof" quite few months absent
necessitating rejiggering
displaced vanished days forcing
latter time keeping paradigm absorbent,
asper sands of time no matter such
figurative tectonic shift population
aghast at August accomplishment
and probably did March in protest,
cuz entire season,
sans couture accouterment
suddenly rendered obsolete and unfashionable
manually crafted, swiftly tailored, and
harry styled clothes no mean achievement,
and uninformed folks got hashtagged
kindled, and named plenti admonishment
visited on their person such as
bumsteads, dolts, fools, et cetera
howling guffaws when derriere adornment
slapped with "kick me steady bum,"
or stuck with tail like appurtenances
eventually this "FAKE" – advancement
ha ha April fools historical joke
became embedded tradition inn advertent
lee established meshugas, where Jews
and especially gentiles went meshugoyim
generating cottage (cheesy) gum mint industry,
and brisk business for nascent advertisement
industry, (albeit handily horse drawn
attention grabbing kiln fired tablets)
mainly for (Philly buzzfeed string) affluent,
who secured lifelong gentlemen's agreement
with artisan, and of apprenticed trumpeting sons
(after tithe thing allotment) earnings
portion squirrelled away for rainy
May Day festivities ambient
brouhaha babushka's celebrating divine comedy
21st century poet tindered mild amusement
regarding this "FAKE" flight of fancy!
With limp thunder
came silent still-born rain.
Sky broke,
clouds chose
to play apart today,
as the gray clad stand-ins
in blue duffel coats,
and snow white hoods
slunk away, to fade away,
like peals of bells
fade when echoes fail
to surface on
soft absorbent
compliant surfaces.
Black clouds like the thunder
missed the role-call.
Remained waiting
in the bleachers
for someone
to applaud,
to gee-up
the thunder with claps,
to raise a curtain call.
To giddy-up, giddy-up
the mighty steed Thunder,
to do its
clippety-clop, clippety-clop thing.
to do its
rumble, rattle and roll,
with steely shod and shiny
hooves on cobble stones.
Sometimes my dear steed Thunder,
led along on its reins and bridle,
enters the storm unmounted,
hushed to neigh forlorn,
in gray clouds,
in sky-blue skies.
I pause the movie as I pop my frozen food into the microwave; which is five feet from my bed. Located just above the mini fridge and has my coffee pot on top of it. The cigarette burns and the ash tray is on the counter right next to me. I have seven pillows on my bed and my head is propped up so my feet do not block my view of the tv. This causes my neck to ache and my lower back to hurt. The commercials are too frequent. The movies are too long. I feel trapped in this room as if in my own purgatory. My sleep pattern is off as I fade in and out of consciousness. I've lost everything, so I'm at a loss of words. My brain is like mush, soaked up like a sponge. These surroundings are absorbent. Outside is my enemy and the plague is on my doorstep. I'm only one man away from myself. Inside, I keep hidden. Thoughts, I keep close. My kids are always on my mind. They're only a few blocks away, yet we're an eternity apart. It tares me up as the tears fill my eyes. I turn the channel because it's hard to deal with. Running away from reality, not changing; standing still. As life added up, I continued to grow until I reached my peak. I've since began to shrink and slowly revert. The depression is great. Three weeks away from being on the streets. One step away from making it big. I'm mixed like a drink but I've been dry for some time now. Dollars have faded to quarters. I'm at my whits end. The microwave beeps, which prompts me to get up. I open up the blinds and in the distance I see the sun. A glimmer of hope is all I need. Something to wake me up from this false sense of reality. With my eyes open, in this moment, I find a reason to believe. I take my TV dinner out of the microwave and press play. Life goes on.
9-01-14
Obviously positively negative or negatively positive...going through pros and cons in my daily routine as time flies by oh so swift
Painstaking tears are like waterfalls...tasting the different and diverse coping mechanisms of life as a whole...chaos and peace takes its toll
Isolating myself from the loud crowd...introvert and extrovert time and time again and on beat on fleek on the drums of my numbing noggin
Neglected, rejected, accepted, fascinated...odd, but true, having no clue what to do
Invigorated by opinions, pure or impure, that are 8 shades of grey...but hey, let's be redeemed and esteemed by God Most High, a God of truth we can't deny...so, evaporate the fear and lies in your mind's eye
Oblivious to the dilemmas that were aiming my way, but I'll bite the bullet all night and day...awfully offended, maxed out like an overused credit card that's been spent on and now jaded; somewhat apprehending this personal apprehension, hoping you can emphasize this envy I hold with me in my woes and worthless wallet
Nothing much on my mind, but never denying the power of God's hope and faith...gracious evermore in the sight of my Priceless Father, unlike any other
Shame on me for being a rude dude or an insecure individual; I must have that oh so familiar, yet unpredictable attitude of optimistic aptitude...graze in your own maze, heart that is a numb drum in my chest, thumping with anger still unknown to me...but an anger that's self - absorbent and self - opinionated...sophiscated and arrogant - instead, I should be simply humble and undoubtably confident
The CoOp featured Women and Families
and their Matriarchal Allies,
often LGB and/or T,
and even some curiously queerer,
but not meaner
in appropriate demeanor
regardless of habitat
and camouflage
and costume,
ready for a folksy ball,
come as you neighborhood are
at Three Sisters CoOp.
The Corn Sisters
first brought their good news gospel,
Christian straight through bisexual,
standing Yangish tall.
To conjoin the Bean Brothers and Sisters,
enslaved in wombs a bit too much longer
than their corny deep green sisters,
yet rich brown and red
and forest green ready
to sprout and reforest spiral,
devouring,
yet digesting appropriately just right,
what Corn could carry and bear,
before producing their Bean creolizing
jazzy song and dance performers;
sultry street reformers
resting on a corny stalk of Yang.
Pumpkin spreading shade Earth Allies
grow across the CoOp's neighborhood,
incorporating spiritual
and natural nutritions
to feed a hungry matriarchal-patriarchal world,
rich with integrative nutritional potential,
deep with CoOp integrity
to reweave,
reforest,
Three Sister CoOps,
wherever humanity blooms,
not bleeds so much,
as and where planted,
in and out,
up and down,
back and forth
TaoTime reweaving.
A Great Transitional bean-brother
and sister
stood to take the lunch microphone
first opened up this day
to say:
If you look at a flat picture of a three-sprout braid,
it looks like oppositional Yang and Yin
are bilaterally weaving in and out
in Hypostatic Union
universally alone.
Yet that same three-dimensional braid
when felt and looked at
from at least all three-sides,
unveils a secret wu-wei Trinity
of TaoTime,
a braid for Sacred Corn
as FatherSun,
a braid for Natural Beans
as Holonic Cooperative Flowing-Spiral Spirit,
a braid for MotherEarth
Squashed Down Folks and Species
spreading lovely shade and reforesting projects
and cooperative programs,
economically and politically discouraging competing weeds
while splattering growing psychologically complex rain
where it best absorbent falls.
But, which nutritional strand is which
depends on you,
the ecopolitical view you listen to most Yang-Yin deeply,
as written in sweetgrass braids
of each Three Sisters CoOp.