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I've been wild and crazy
A loose goose on the rampage
I partied and pleasured
And played
Rolled time up in a tight coil
Squeezing everything out
Tied the knot firmer
Stretched to the limit
Struggled wholeheartedly
With every endeavor
Pushed to my limit
Like a steamroller
Straightening and smoothing
The road ahead of me
Never looking back
Closing all the doors behind me
Before crossing the next bridge to burn
And turning the next corner
Rocking the boogie of bash
Now
Older worn and riddled
No desire - No regrets
Fastened and trussed in old blue PJ's
Watching the birds flicker
Wafting the sweet scented flowers
Taking in the air
Sitting on the same road
Not moving
This fidgety gray curmudgeon
Rocking in my chair
Still a mover and shaker
With many, many stories to share
April 26, 2020
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Sponsored by Anthony Slausin
The Bargain
I was an Angel once
Jealous of mankind
Jealous of their lofty dreams
Their overconfidence
How could they aspire
to such greatness
With so many limitations
Yes I was jealous
For Angels do not know passion
We are sexless creatures
Love is but an idea
Our heart’s have a formless void
We have to many hours
Nothing of note occupies our minds
Sure our Father gave us wings
We possess great strength
We can control the winds
Still we do not have His full favour
That belongs to the humans
What is an Eternity without dreams?
We have no need of sleep
Gluttony has no sway without appetite
I possessed no great ambition
My one purpose
My only purpose
To protect the humans
Those oblivious beings
Even those who did not believe
So dear friend
I made a bargain
Choosing to change places
Him, he always wanted to fly
Eternal life added to the bargain
Fifty years go by so quickly
I did not know about aches and pains
Love and passion were fleeting things
My ambition was blind
Now I am destined to meet my brother
The Angel of Death will come for me
He will not recognize me
For I relinquished my wings.
A is for amber ambition and amethyst dreams
B is for believing in yourself and becoming
C is for creativity courage and celebrating
D is for developing Deja vu and dancing
E is for engaging and encouraging
F is for fun flavor and fulfilling
G is for greatness and God and gifting
H is for happy holy and having
I is for interesting introvert
J is for joyful jokes and chicken that’s jerk
K is for kind kisses king kente
L is for love lavender and lake
M is for magic moon messenger music
N is for noon night now do it
O is for onyx oxtails and onions
P is for purple peace pinky toes with no bunions
Q is for queen quiet and quest
R is for red riot and required rest
S is for soul singing song
T is for Teal Taj Mahal tone
U is for Universe understanding
V is for violet vote and victory
W is for winning wholeheartedly writing
X is for xenophobia isn’t that exciting
Y is for yes yellow and you
Z is for Zulu people with eyes like moon
sat in a prison of my making
dark holes in piled skulls
an unwelcome reminder
I am nothing like that boy
so full of righteous ambition
certain of what was just; right
blinded by that conviction
consumed by my fervour
I became the whirlwind
danger swims in certainty’s waters
sirens sing and sailors sink
rapt in passions promise
armour now covers what’s left
immedicable wounds etched within -
right can become wrong
I learned to build walls
to separate and preserve
some salvaged solemn sense of self
a sworn queen’s man
duty done, I sit apart
making peace with ghosts
I will nourish laughter
And kindness in this life
I'll nod my head in silence
But I'll speak when I am right
I will greet a cloudy day
With an optimistic glare
I will see a gloomy sky
But I'll know the sun is there
.
I will have ambition
And I'll remember what I'm taught
I will fight for what is mine
And work for what is not
I will work on silent projects
And the visions that I see
Others will take credit
But I'll know that it was me
I will be a shining star
And a blessing to my friends
You might laugh when I have failed
But I will smile and try again
By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos
mysterious as Lemuel
unlike hundreds of
other rowdy seniors
constituting the nineteen
seventy seven graduating class
of Methacton High School,
this now mooch older non "Warrior"
(alma mater mascot) alumni -
of late more astute,
(yea rather boyish looking edging
into age bracket,
viz ranked as ole coot)
far to late for
me or any brute
to gather rose buds,
fat and/or slim
chance i.e. remote
while I may in my dreams
play Mozart's Magic flute
at this late stage of life,
no harvested crop yield,
nor any sown
healthy product rendered moot
('cept tantamount to rotten
tomatoes and fruit)
all, cuz your truly
did not give a hoot
'bout his future,
later when the
requisite need for loot
would be absolutely necessary,
not necessarily to buy
a fine gold spun suit,
but more so to be financially
(non bombastically, egotistically,
nor inimitably) to toot
my own (baritone)
horn, no any which
ways appearing snoot
tush (more likely absent minded,
versus trying tubby astute),
no matter this myopic googly eyed
non-boastful logophile,
these days (lives duet
tough lee hand to mouth
existence) nearly destitute
his whole pro Lix life,
witnessed, and flaunted
(reed dit as) inked badge,
(regardless getting promoted,
but nearly failing every grade),
and ambivalent toward
dismal poor performance report cards
testament toward tummy
severely lacking ambition,
while analogously forced
to climb hemp fat tick rungs
jute dish shuss academic ladder,
no matter rope burns
squarely didst root
moost unfavorable outcome
to this wimp who mouthed
pop eyed expletive
conveying "oh chute",
whose then palm (olive)
oiled pilot size glute
more accurately boot
found me poor bum promoted
to higher baby boomer chair
despite favorably portentous signs
tubby potential vagrant,
who would lack self reliance,
nor give a hoot
to stitch survivalist parachute.
One takes what does not belong
In depths of darkness, moonlight night
Daylight's ruins, breathless soul it feeds
Our demeanor broken beneath the flesh
Heart broken, emotion of evil devour
Hurt tortures as if death appeared
Stolen, denied life's promised ambition
They rove, benign behind the face
Thieves of the heart, robbed life's expectations
Our soul torn, prod like a dead animal
Killed senselessly, even words cut a rip
To satisfy their own needs, thieves of the heart
At the hands of greed, selfishness of desire
Like a ghostly wind, a whisk and gone
What is it we believe, life or death we follow
Graves dug everyday, even ourselves a wall
No man kill the bee, they just want the honey
In us we live without remorse to consequences
Always taken granted, we destroy all we live
Human sacrifice or Earth's expense the price
Thieves of the heart, denial to God's creation
Mortality of mankind questioned morals
Or their own doing to devastation of death
Two thieves hung but only one went to heaven
Be it choice, what life you lead to another
That you even steal from yourself lifeless soul
But another, you make them a thief of the heart
Feeling lonely,
Scared of losing someone
But life is at the moment where,
For achieving the purpose of my life,
It is important to lose my feelings, emotions
and the person I loved the most
Life is strange when I was asking for
Loneliness and Isolation
For focusing on my goals at the same moment,
Life sent a star to change my faith
Even I got lost in the light of the star
While running behind the star,
I forgot my goals.
I got lost in the sky running behind the star.
Yet the thing I lost is myself
Trying to find my path but there's no light to get it
I won't get onto my path till I stop chasing the light of the star
Star was beautiful and kind enough that anyone could get lost
Even I fell for it,
But now I have to decide,
What I have to do
I have to decide which path to follow
What were my goals and ambition in life
I have to take control on my path and my life.
Yet there's many stars waiting on my path
but I have to decide which one gives the light to my path
Not to get me out of it
It's hard to take the decision as
I am deeply attached with that star
can't explain how deeply I got connected
With that light and with that star.....
I must have to take the decision
I must have to leave the lightning of the star
And I have to dive deeper into the darkness,
To find my path and purpose.
The search of my path begins with leaving the light and seeking my path into the darkness.....
I can envision you when I seal my eyes at night,
Thinking how you?re physical attributes may compel my vision,
And intrigue my sensual being.
When we converse its like I?ve known your psyche for years,
And the equivalent is just overwhelmed by your intellect dialogue.
You achieve the ambition to be something exquisite in life,
That makes the humanity be flabbergasted by you,
And assertive by your egotistical stature.
When you are glanced at by the society,
you illustrate this prestige of admiration to be bestowed upon you.
Your educational standpoint is immaculate,
And makes other resentment your spirit;
But it keens them to enhance themselves in life.
You are the one that God prepared for eye scrutiny,
And to allow other women to seek the precision of an authentic woman. .
You articulate about u want a operate in your life,
And not declare some ill-mannered perception of what others may bestowed in
times.
You never had bitter in your heart,
Just the motivation to know that God will propel the genuine one to you,
And you will remain patiently for them to come.
Your common sense is zealous on diversion,
And knows authentic from the replica of impostors of your heart.
My thought of you radiate in my mind,
And torments me furiously at night because I can?t touch your skin.
But through the prayer to my heavenly being,
I know one day I shall convene your perception.
And when I do congregate you,
My yearning is blessed by observing you.
So One,
You assemble in my dreams,
And I linger for you in my heart.
Form:
The ovens sigh, the knives confess,
we season sin with gentleness.
Each soul, when carved, reveals a taste—
the butcher’s art, the baker’s waste.
The world’s our larder, stocked with schemes,
its saints are sweeter than they seem;
the sinners, tough—but well-marbled,
faith rendered down, ambition garbled.
O mercy, what a menu night!
The moon a lid, the stars alight—
each heart a roast of mortal heat,
each dream a spice too rare to eat.
So lift the cleaver, kiss the flame,
for hunger never dies of shame;
and whisper, as the bones release,
It isn’t m-rder—only peace.
:: 02.04.2026 ::