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I often wonder at a knife-edge.
I thank, for this, the master craftsman;
Shine or dull; sharp; or blunt like a wedge,
Within them, hides vast arts a million.
Assortments of knife-edges I know.
V edge: for veggies! Tool of mothers;
Convex V: splitter's sharp stiletto.
Scimitar: beloved of butchers.
Chisel-edged: Japanese Acetone!
Sushi knife-edge - Awesome! Rudely spiky!
Serrated-edged: bread-knife, common-known,
Without which my home might look empty.
Macbeth and Caesar deadly daggers,
Had edges worth catharsis crisis;
Atrocious murderers and gangsters,
Used them for their cutthroat serials.
Fights brawled; won and lost; at knife-edges.
History has witnessed man's follies;
Chopped heads, hands, mutilated organs;
Yet, graves bejeweled with white lilies…!
Slash fruits! Slit vegetables! Slice bread!
Shatter shackles! Free all the enslaved!
Think once, twice, thrice before lives you shred.
Lives lost cannot be re-assembled.
“Nothing in all creation is hidden from God's sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account.”(Hebrews 4:13)
18 May 2021
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Legacy, paradox and affirmation
Bound the human society
Distinct from nature's other entities
We create circles and boundaries
Move within them
Restricting our expressions
Virtues, traits and attributes
The human endowments
Suffocate inside like a pigeon
In captivity
Life is governed by laws of
Cosmic consciousness
The man-made confines
Are rooted in subjectivity,
Contrary to the order of nature
The jungles, rivers and oceans
Abounding assortments of diversity
Personifying mutuality and reciprocity
Are ruled by freedom and simultaneity
They do not fight
From the time of Adam
Never a day has passed
When we sat at peace
Blood flows cheaper than water
Cries and tears do not matter
The thirst continues unquenched
We are not ashamed and
Take pride in being human
With ego, arrogance and greed
We are brutes beyond doubt
Plucking from the gardens of spring,
Blossoms of each floral offspring;
Threading them into fine bouquet,
Adorning on an empty tray;
On them, I ruminate...
These diverse leaves of the autumn,
I collect from each tree-bottom;
Place in a basket finely-laced,
Like stars, contiguously spaced;
On them, I meditate...
Colorful corals from seashore,
I zealously gather and store;
Within embellished crystal-case,
As though pearls of heavenly grace;
On them, I cogitate...
Assortments of precious gem stones,
Amassing from galaxy zones;
I claw-set into lovely styles,
Like million luminary smiles;
On them, I contemplate...
21 April 2022
Raspberry Kisses
Silent kisses throughout the air.
Just like the wild raspberry affair.
Nowhere to know how,
Can they be found!
Now they are here,
Only to me you appear,
Fragrantly simple and sweet,
From your head to your feet,
Melts-in-your-mouth, easy to eat!
With an imperceptible sharp overtone,
Your lip texture finer than a rose,
A kiss, so edible it carries its own light juicy moan.
Delicious, I want to own them with an unlimited supply.
The greatest refined assortments, of every flavor of berry divine.
Delicately designed with a deep inner core,
"Cumulative kisses," wait to be explored.
Small cascading pods, contain the best forever after taste.
Exceeding saliva fills the hollow root in my cavity base.
Walking with kisses, which belong to the sun?
Your berry-fine sensation, lips of relaxation invade the method in my meditation.
The inner peace of you, lands in the most tranquil way.
My buds taste and hide this kissing quality; I won’t share nor display.
I desire this episode will full flavor ahead.
Transforming the imaginary form, from zero; till there is none.
The perfect persuasive peck of all picks.
Harvesting the ripest mental bliss only for my lips!
Berry-Mastery.
I belong to you.
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I long to lead you to the psychosis of your existence;
toward the ill repute of your identity, something amiss reaches for meaning.
I would rather wish you gone before too much is said.
I would rather wish you gone before too much is said.
I long to lead you to the thorny wire crawling around my limbs,
or maybe you rather fancy my fettered hands.
As you have taken much and I so little.
As you have taken much and I so little.
I long to lead you to my endless skeleton assortments,
to my primordial fossils and domestics departed.
Highland mammals unknown.
Highland mammals unknown.
I long to lead you to my senseless heights,
to the vast drop from which they have risen and fallen—
The dying canyons chilled with black fog.
The dying canyons chilled with black fog.
I long to lead you to my fingers scratching the backbone of lost time,
every tip stroke leaving a distinctive marking.
They possess your hidden origin.
They possess your hidden origin.
I long to lead you to my clouded eyes that see all,
to the squalid corrosion that cakes my lungs.
Through the cavity I was born.
Through the cavity I was born.
I hunt for you…in the dying canyons chilled with black fog.
I hunt for you…in the dying canyons chilled with black fog.
I hunt for you…in the dying canyons chilled with black fog.
I hunt for you…in the dying canyons chilled with black fog.
Nowhere on land to be me- Being the prototype of mankind is hard. Maybe I'll return to the sea. Liken to the chicken nesting in the yard, laying eggs, is her job, some eggs she lay are brown, some she lays are white. Yet, the same on the inside
Because like me she's the prototype, I did my job, created you all Red n Yellow Black and White, Same on the inside are you all...
I was created in the image of him who has made all the world, Yet, man is the only ones - Whom over color wants to fight!... News flash, you all came from one seed. if I cut you open its red blood that you'll bleed - Your liver, heart, and Kidneys all look the same, just as a Chicks a chicken, a baby will become a man.
Some earthlings are not as good, and some are not as smart... but each inside of all of them is a beating heart. Some men are small - Some humans tall, some are plump while others; Have not much meat at all.
If God had wanted carbon copies he would have made you all the same- He did not make you different to cuss, kill, and maim, he only made you different so that each could represent his fame: Each a different piece of his artwork to glorify his name.
The ultimate Painter, the fishers of men, the big creator... the maker of man, the infinite mind, the all-seeing eye. The great I Am, the creator of all men. Liken to the chicken nesting in the yard, laying eggs, I am the prototype, some she lay is brown some are white. Yet, the same on the inside.
Unless you've been rejected a conscious spirit or soul, and you hurt my children. My creations are you still, but there are consequences for your actions. What do you think I made assortments for? So, with turned up noses the only claim to your fame is "you are white"...
So, if you decide you only want girls, or you only want boys, you only want red, because you don't like yellow, remember you don't get to have a choice in what's been decided. So, stop killing out of ignorance, or because of skin... ridiculous when you know damn well ... we are all the same within.
Again, like the chicken nesting in the yard, laying eggs is her job, some eggs she lay are brown, some eggs she lay are white. Yet, all the eggs she lay are all the same on the inside. So simple, nothing to figure out, stop killing for color, that's not what life's about.
Iconic through the years
Herald Square fascination
Macy’s Herald Square
A store that everyone explores
Tourist and shopper alike can’t ignore
Merchandise assortments on every floor
Brands after brands galore
Known throughout the land
Some in hot demand
Only one Escalator or Elevator ride
Macy’s the Renaissance
Always gets the consumer response
The Herald Square store alone covers the entire block from Broadway to Seventh Avenue
Compulsive credit card spends
The bill will come at the end
Fashion with passion
Store stock sensation
Shop until you drop
Pace yourself
Just be satisfied
Don’t say you weren’t warned
Your credit card statement
Payment in the task to fulfill
Macy’s Star
You will be the celebrity shopper thus far.
On the back porch is a glider;
I can sit on it and glide.
It’s just perfect for relaxing
When I want to be outside.
Don’t confuse it with a rocker,
Though they both cause you to move,
Since a rocking chair takes effort,
Like it’s got something to prove
But the glider keeps on going
Once you’ve given it a start.
There are those, though, who still claim
That they can’t tell the two apart.
For to many, like my husband,
Neither one do they prefer.
When they sit down to relax,
They want no movement to occur.
That’s why stores that feature seating
Have assortments to provide
Chairs and couches that just sit there,
Plus the ones that rock and glide.
A galaxy of thoughts...
Influential notaries donated
Given to me; freely...
I am most grateful
Educating me, the reader...
I am a learned man
Taking in all that is offered...
I relish the amenities, assortments...gifts
Pleasurable reads comfort my soul
Whilst in solitude...
On quiet lonely nights...
My mind metamorphizes
From a world of hell...
Into a world of peacefulness
Intrigued be'ith my soul...
as the ink spills
Whetten my palms...
stain them eternal, seduce me...
Undress me with your pen
For I...
For I am an easy get
Poetry and me...…………….I do
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City life turns to sparse assortments;
Of local pubs and country homes.
Tall brick walls fade into fences;
Amongst hedgerows and mossy stones.
Crowded bustle soon lowers its pace;
Those now free, move unconfined.
Only thoughts spent are of contentment,
Peaceful surroundings heal the mind.
As roads turn to paths unbeaten,
Dipping and climbing, alongside the fields.
Views everchanging, revelling new pastures,
Filled full of beauty from treasures they yield.
Awaking from the brief city escape,
Thoughts soon creep back to the hubbub.
Before it all end though, the passenger pleads,
Can we go for a pint at the pub?