Long Acid Poems
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Eyes closed I see
shapeless shadows moving
hurrying at times but lazy
A fire burning at a front
acid burning in a crooked line
changing something, refining
A steady wing blowing from NE
a man with his head on fire
wind carrying the fire to burn dead wood
hear music soaring beyond and
above melody and harmony
not from a known genre or instrument known to man
The torso of a woman in fetal position
no arm nor legs, but smiling
long dark hair moving in a breeze
becoming a river of angels moving
through stormy clouds
Eyes open I see
shapeless shadows moving about
hurrying at times but lazy
Get a hunch of dark times coming
of earthquakes and firestorms
and of an abundance of goodness
to come.
The road to Rio ran his every day
Aerobic fitness was his daily way
The lactic acid ate his muscle mass,
but soon the aching pains began to pass
The win reward a fine line to the tape
He fought the fight to get into best shape
He made his time to take him to the start,
to peak his strength and win the race an art
Just five circles his only dream tattoo,
or maybe under forty three will do
A gold the prize for him, a life reward
it looked so easy, Wayde’s new world record
He lived the dream a life in golden hope,
but ductile gold a sweet success tightrope
-A tribute to Wayde van Niekerk’s new world record in the 400m almost breaking 43 s yesterday. The record was held by Michael Johnson and was 16 years old-
Rights
Declaring that you can do a thing,
demanding that it go your way…
These are careless, and chaotic emotions,
placed on actions that have consequences.
Custody battles, divorce and time shared in the darkness of loss.
Broken dreams, battle grounds where the innocent are victims not by chance.
Families have roots like trees. Grafted branches grow and become one.
Lightening, harsh wild fires, mud slides and bitter colds, take the weak.
Those still left standing are thrilled to make it, to the next day.
To start again and rebuild what was someone else’s exactness to tear down.
Betrayal. You did this or that! We are going to do it the right way. My way!
The cost to decline beyond payment. We will soon be in the streets.
There is nothing to eat in the refrigerator. The cabinets are empty.
Applications for assistance have been made.
An odd shame is felt, for what reason, it is unclear.
The law says life is equal, well at least for some…not all.
No one cares the tears behind each word, written on white paper and stamped…twice.
No one can care as there are just too many…stamped at all.
The payment for your correctness, your perfection of life standards,
is the empty smiles of butchered memories in albums not acid free.
A life invaded by power of base desire
metamorphoses into an object inert.
A being pristine and vibrant abused
by the brute clutch of carnal instinct
strays like strewn pearls from string snapped.
The sane sense corroded by acid impulse
doesn’t repent for a moment lacerating
the vulnerable unworldly psyche unwary,
fostering fervent dreams of belonging,
decimated by savage affront unforeseen.
For a body caught in cesspool of vile lust
the garden of existence turns wasteland,
where blown by harsh winds of disgrace
plaintive mind crumpled to dust ponders,
where has sanity gone in brutal times.
The flower called life blooms with promise
of gifting precious treasure of beauty adored.
When it’s ravaged to ruins as an object dispensable
love in shattered heart becomes debris of hatred,
searching for a niche to hide the shamed soul.
August 27, 2019
Total words (136) counted on PS.
He's closed the blinds. His twilight dawns.
A midday reverie.
Within his mind, a vision spawns,
awash in mystery.
*
A levee bursts, torrents crash free—
a castle from a dream.
Atop his throne, court bent on knee,
all hail: "Long live the King!"
*
Then suddenly, the hall doors boom.
"A beast! A beast has come!"
As herald wails, and dread consumes:
"The end! The end!" they run.
*
And as he flees, all whimsy gone,
an echo beckons high.
Of beating wings, a chilling song,
a drumbeat from the sky.
*
He steps toward, all nerves afrost—
imagination wild.
A turret falls, asunder tossed—
both home and hearth defiled.
*
The creature belts—a savage shriek!—
black shadow borne aloft.
The king plants firm, through chattered teeth.
You coward! he self-scoffed.
*
A gusty gale, uproots his crown.
Gold ringing on the floor.
Stale, putrid breath, comes choking down.
He'll hide his gaze no more!
*
As four eyes meet, red versus blue,
stark mirrors of two souls.
His greatest fear, now clear as truth:
A wyvern is his foe!
*
One leath'ry wing, comes slashing in.
Its talon rife with flesh.
Unsheathed his blade, a slash akin,
their armaments enmesh.
*
The monster lands, around it whips—
forked tongue a slath'ring sight.
As from barbed tail, vile acid drips.
One prick—a deadly bite.
*
Brass hilt so slick, in sweat-drenched glove,
his lifeline sharp and true.
'Gainst rabid jaws, frothing above—
a witch's bile abrew!
*
A hack a thrust, a dash a dive.
One slip and he's devoured.
A lunge a snap, rampaging eyes!
A fiend by fury soured.
*
When by mere fluke—or was it fate?—
King's cleaving motion fast.
Condescending, full of hate,
the wyvern breathes its last.
*
Like Heracles, the labor won.
hallucination?— No!
A vict'ry yelp, The deed is done.
Now off to sleep he goes.
*
She tucks him in and gently from his fingers peels away,
A plastic sword, a pot-lid shield—which fantasy today?
So free—those fleeting days when visualization knows no end.
Her precious child, who's yet to learn, his kingdom's "just pretend".
Many plants are down in number
Creatures too are being slain
Some for sport, others in vain;
There’s destruction of the ozone
And the threat of acid rain.
The great forests are receding
And who’ll ever bring them back?
Man’s gone off the beaten track
At the risk of costly chances,
This mad rush he has to check.
Give life a chance … we have to act at once.
Can’t sit and wait until it is too late.
Give life a chance … we have to act at once.
Hard we must strive to keep this world alive.
Wastes have seeped into the rivers
And been dumped into the sea,
No one seems to heed the plea;
Self-made noose is getting tighter,
To fight back we must agree.
Lucid water lost its sparkle,
Shades of green have changed to grey,
Smoggy air has come to stay
Whilst that beam of healthy sunshine
Has become a deadly ray.
Give life a chance … we have to act at once.
Can’t sit and wait until it is too late.
Give life a chance … we have to act at once.
Hard we must strive to keep this world alive.
----------------------------------------------------
Four o’clock in the morning,
Another four hours to go,
Mouth tastes of stomach acid
Eyes like pee holes in the snow.
Every Mid shift at this time
It’s always the same
Time to start playing
My stay awake game.
Me and old Elvis playing music
On our imaginary record show,
Country Rock mainly
For those in the know.
A quick check around
For duty’s sake
Just to make sure
Everybody’s still awake.
Pete on station four
Is starting to nod.
The Op next door
Gives him a sly prod.
Back to the music.
Wish I could close my eyes,
But that’s just when sleep
Catches you by surprise.
Cold War Berlin, Cuban Crisis
Still in full swing,
Nobody quite knowing
What problems it will bring.
Whatever they may be
We’re all hoping they’ll keep,
Just another four hours
Then it’s off to bed to sleep.
Elvis racks the records
With the coming of full light.
Together we’ve survived
Yet another sleepless night.
Four more days
That will just fly away
And we’re off again
It’s another Mid Shift Day
Start off bright and cheerful
But it just isn’t right
To be awake and sober
In the middle of the night.
Old Elvis is waiting
For me to say okay
The deck is off and spinning
Our programme’s under way.
There is a sublime pool of intersecting streams.
I wade that wet like watermelon's green.
Citrulline el citrine my cisterns be clean like the water's Maxwell.
The soul is luminous and gloomed by the taste of tart nectarines.
Ascorbic acid redox action.
Black berries and raspberry pi passions.
Anthocyanin dismutation.
Resveratrol is my midas touch; I turn water into a flight of Pinot noir and charcuterie plush.
I see your face and develop a crush.
I may improvise on your liquid piano a null note to Chopin.
Masquerade with a mask made of fluent time before the sluice is opened.
Lift my grail to fill of all with these mulled elixirs; to place in a potion of pairs.
Drop just a dram of it's dole on the serpent's forked tongue so that it's venom may be squared.
The juice of a dragon fruit dragon.
Take just a drop to succus for a homeopathic.
Used to incant with living spirits a sanguine pima mater.
It sweetens inside it's menstruum; imprinting it's mark in the water by delicate radio wave resonance.
All to be nestled in the sublingual space of an atoned tyrant.
Vitalized by the fruit's likeliness to my draconian ward.
Reconstituted by the essence of what was once the fruit of knowledge before.
Ripened, to a pursuit of love inside it's holon core.
Knick-knacks, bottle caps, pop tabs, and acid
The reflux of my mind of many memories redacted
Connections don't elucidate the fuzzy things that happen
Only emphasize the vacuity of brains fried and flattened
I wouldn't deign to age another decade with this habit
But self-control's a feeble virtue in youthful years uncounted
Demote me to a lesser life where everything is vapid
My rancor for the world only grows as time elapses
I press on indulgently into the sugared gasses
The romance of it influence next generations addicts
For boys discover empathy and girls affirm their status
They haughtily plod to the tracks as the sully train passes
Just a garden variety generic wordsmith
teasing out reasonable rhyme courtesy ploy;
self plagiarizing boot juiced barely abiding
by ruff dogma, with enigmatic joie
de vivre charisma,
which oft times witnessed
gentle green giant gentile goy
essentially me being a decoy
occasionally rocketing, outsourcing,
kickstarting, feigning
tubby an Anchorite, ahoy!
Life in the K9 corps
ain't so doggone ease zee
absolutely daunting, hence
lemme share with ye
haunting, and unnerving, the whee
kid nasty, short, and brutish
ways, and truth be told,
I would rather be outwardly
hidebound, gagged, and flagellated
(threatened tubby slowly
strangled to death by bonafide vee
numb muss snakes, yours truly
screaming bloody murder,
viper esse scent chilly resembling
caduceus), and/or re:
peat head lee bitten
(till death do us part)
by vampire (weekend) bats pre
dominant lee inhabiting
spooky attic, nee
above cattle crying
abattoir, bovines bull heave -
meeting grisly demise, where prowling
hoodlums - vicious murderous electric
kool aid acid tested gang
infesting mean streets -
viz hit head hay be us corpse lee
ving shot up desolation
(think skidrow) role much
more blood curdling, key
ping adrenaline heart pounding,
and sweat pouring directive hee
ping helplessness 'specially,
when this gree
gear re: us macho foo fighter,
accompanied by my grateful
dead cutting crew - on free
key Friday the 13th
assigned directive to man
the most crime ridden, and be
dev filled violent bailiwick,
donning head to toe
bulletproof suit vests.
Nevertheless, yours truly fraught with
horrendously extreme
difficulty, and more
challenging, enduring, and grueling
than surviving training
undertaking associated
with elite military clique,
and attendant rightfully
earned linkedin prestige
joining: Raiders of United
States Marine Corp,
Green Berets United States Army
Special Forces, or Navy Seals.