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Words swirl through my mind
forming lines
even stanzas,
but most are lost,
being slammed
against the walls in my brain
shattering them.
Only one word
has escaped this destiny
sitting heavily
in the center...
Rot
to become rotten,
to decay,
to spoil,
decompose,
the tastiest word
in my repituar.
The thing about rot
....that's so nice
is one touch
and it spreads,
living or dead.
all is affected,
the only thing to stop it
is to cut it out.
So I let myself
out of my cage again
ready to use my touch
to help society
spreading,
infecting
caressing,
leaving my mark
on the world.
Now it's time to pay back
what it's given to me,
stop wearing the key around my neck,
and use it,
time to stir the cattle,
enough with
ordering a dinner
and staring at it all night,
find the weak,
the tame,
the unmarked
and go for the throat,
feel the blood
run down my own neck,
the gore
building up, covering my eyes,
burning,
yearning,
enjoying,
calming me,
making it easier
to deal with these things
called people,
the herd,
the curr,
the meal ticket.
Licking my lips
loving the chunks
sliding down my face,
I move to the next,
the next,
the next,
love it,
I won't leave it.
My maiden,
bloody,
quivering
lays on the ground,
slowly,
seditiously
I circle
smacking my lips,
savoring,
holding back 'til...
I go for the lower back
tearing into spine
then
I walk away
let her rot,
let her fester,
wait for it,
enjoyment building
as my disease infects
turning the skin to worthless goo.
Watch it slough off
slowly,
caressingly,
turning to gray,
the most lovely color.
And as I watch
from within an inch
of her face,
I enjoy the pain
streaking it
like a stain in the road
marking
what I'm taking.
Yang: What is the difference between a theist and an atheist?
Yin: A bicamerally balancing ego/eco-teleologist.
Yang: Well, so what's that; a teleologist?
Yin: You, if you believe the Earth is your co-gravitational
(0)-double-binding mind-spirit/body-nature center
epi-center
of wealthy egonomic
and healthy ecopolitical values,
each with equi-valent
ego/ecological
transgenerational health-care
deep wealth meaning merit.
Yang: So, who wouldn't believe that?
Yin: Probably no one.
Yang: So, why, exactly, is this an issue I need to look at right now?
Yin: Because, if you are an ecological panentheist,
then you are also a (0)-interest
co-invested bodhisattva peace warrior
poli-economist,
presumably.
Yang: Wow, I really did not see that climax coming at all!
Yintegrity: Yes, well, I get that all mind/body bipartisan time.
YangBright: Hmmm.... I can see purpose Now i
n sort of a 4D WinWin Cooperative Here
Ego/EcoOccupyers
Rejoining RNA Tribal Purpose
unfolding dialectical
exponential
deep fractal meaning
kinda' organic sacred WuWays.
YinPower: Don't rush, reframe our collateral flow issues,
in alpha(0)mega double-binding poli-economic
nondual crown/rooted
mind-dawn/body-dark
respirating EarthNature's
dipolar teleological appositions.
YangLight: You flow on too darkly rooted much
for optimally repurposed fire-power.
YinPower: Invest less in competing economic partial-trusts
and politically disharmonic insufficiency
of loving sacred beauty.
Instead,
invest in repurposing
every co-engaging
meaning-full
experiential expedition
only where your economic health flows out
our cooperative climatic inflow
of politically multicultural wealth.
YangMind: Ah, yes,
I see
our MidWay Zen
mutual reflection again,
where my Tao wealth
caressingly embraces your cooperative health
of coarising egomind/ecobody-engagement
Right purposeful proportion,
eco-dominant meaningful balance,
light's radiant fractal frequencies
of regenerative logos-dawn/mythos-dusk
Yang/yin
pregnant/absent
positive/double-binding negative,
appositional boundaries of co-balancing light
and prime co-relational powers.
YinPower: And you think I flow out too much feeling!
Superstition! that horrid incubus which dwelt in darkness, shunning the light, with all its racks, and poison chalices, and foul sleeping draughts, is passing away without return. Religion cannot pass away. By Thomas Carlyle
Incubus weaves a titillating tale.
Swathed in a velvet flame that stirs the soul.
Trembling and relieved, I sought trial,
In the little death of the cyanide hole.
I dip my toes deeper into the sand
The ocean feels akin to a million diamonds.
Clad in azure plaid, I lie a breeze in my hand
I have the sense to fall in love with this island.
Epoch is similar to a roller coaster.
Yet I'm not tied down properly.
Perhaps I shouldn't proceed any faster.
My hands are busy with the air around me.
Sporadically I worry over the future
I wonder how much fear I have allowed.
Struggled to maintain, came up to bode suture
That seems to be the marvel among the crowd.
But now, I've attempted to understand
I must be the one controlling the wheel.
Whatever the future holds, steadfast stand.
Without trepidation, all triumphs might feel.
I'll be here no matter what happens tomorrow
I shall thus desist from being a layer of the hive.
It proves to be the root of my shared sorrow.
Will I favor water over wine yet still be safe to drive?
Were we given to a succubus or an incubus?
Stars veiled by a few straws will soon appear.
The final site has incubus tombs or mage insipidus.
It cast a dark shade across the earth and is near.
I'll be there no matter what happens tomorrow
In the midst of anguish, that would compel.
I'll be there no matter what happens tomorrow.
With eyes and arms, a soul never hurts to love well.
Let us adore ourselves before it becomes a crime.
The white moon is caressingly rising in a blue sight.
How acute a day, relies on how well you are sublime.
This story makes my future appear so bright.
1st place contest winner
Written: March 07, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 35 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Sigh (Infinity symbol)
Your damage leaves a scent like the way gun powder smells
I’m the only store where your hurtful ammunition sells
I'm the ground that carries the weight of your bullet shells
The fireworks fall and rest like confetti
And I know you’ve shot someone already
In the fields where our quenchable love comes first
And the flowers ceaselessly bloom, then burst
When the cravings of earth exhume your thirst
How do we stay here in this hydrating state
Of mind? How can we forever emancipate
Our time? When my world casts me strange,
Will you care that it’s clothes will change?
When the night caressingly undresses space
And the things that made us one tear apart,
When you catch the dreams that you chase
Through the endless corridors of your heart,
Will you remember my phantasmal face?
Or will you forget the words of my sighing art?
When your facing the darkening mirrors of the estuary
And your closest friends revolt the reign that you carry,
When you become an adapting smolt
And you struggle to swim in exult,
Will you still keep the fear of death?
Or will you leave it to your last breath?
When there’s nothing left for my heart to conceal,
Will you return to me, the life that you steal?
Will you still be here in my need?
When all I’ve got are troubles to bleed?
When the sea pulls me from the deck
And all I’ve got is a ship wreck,
Will you pull me from the waves like the moon?
Or will you slowly fade away like morning fades to noon?
As you weave the woven waters of the ocean
And everything is washed in the breath of the tide
As you adapt to this chameleon society
And every color you feel is hard to confide
As you weightlessly wade your way
Through calamitous days of time
May the iridescent rays of your heart
Forever reside in a love as boundless as the sky
Through static and steam
We shatter
Through sleep and dream
We scatter
Through the infinite sighs…
We breathe
Another fine spring day gently dying,
Subtle variegated colors and
Tender vivid greens are dappled now
With golden flecks and dollops of buttery sunlight.
Shadows begin their mysterious, meticulous
March across flowers and shrubbery
As they lengthen and deepen closer to the ground.
Standing at my open study window,
I can feel the struggling, waning sun
Slanting softly across my face
As it caressingly bids me a reluctant au revoir.
A palpable silence descends and seems to reign for a moment.
The very air outside appears to shimmer, almost to vibrate,
As if alive with a joyful, youthful exuberance
Too frenetic to be contained.
Through the open casement a renegade breeze steals craftily in,
Brushes my cheeks with cool tantalizing fingers,
And brings with it the seductively heady perfume of a burgeoning earth.
My body strains to embrace
And merge with this welcome newness
As the random thought occurs to me that people are like the spring.
Both are from the past and live many lives,
But, unlike the past which is dead,
Something that is over and cannot return
Except in memory,
People, like the earth each spring,
Reawaken, reinvent themselves and move on.
I, too, feel alive, joyous, youthful and exuberant
As this notion, like the sheer curtains at my window,
Is caught by that cunning, inveigling breeze
And flutters out again like a capricious spirit escaping.
Wooed by autumn thoughts serenading,
a harvest moon twilight smiles
upon his beloved
Soft words caressingly uttered
with psaltery passion,
the night sky glows with starry eyes a-gaze
Behold the soulmate birth spectacle,
a double aorta aurora of sparkling pupils a-blaze
The firmament shimmers with yearning desire,
where a brighten future awaits
Love ever thus
hears the unspoken voice of fate
Silent silhouette of her silvery curvature
rests in bosom peace,
listening to the nocturnal pulse
of the intimate clay chimes
Twin sculpted embrace innocence
matches the virgin movements
of the gently falling leaves
A vulnerable offering of trust —
Out on a limb, letting go ...
that gravity feeling of falling in love:
Lightheaded, morning songbird joy ... fluttering ecstasy
Two hearts moving soul closer together,
on an unconditional kiss betrothed merging breeze
Falling in love
feels like wind dancing leaves falling gently ...
Feels like heaven bound butterfly dreams soaring
Love ever thus
forevermore feels like
the descending, maiden flight of a dove
Perfectly landing in a sweet lullaby cove
Tender groundswell of rising dawn hope,
dual palpitations rooted in romantic flowering —
Autumn bliss feelings budding
Love ever thus,
the vow sound of two hearts
perennially bonded
If I close my eyes & breathe in-
drawing deeply-
I can go to the place that tempts me,
taunting me so sweetly.....
I'm blinded by the glow that shines here.
A light, it beckons anxiously-
so I can't see what awaits me.....
I know you're standing there,
watching me, and I know you're alone.
I can feel you very close to me,
and I can smell your musk.....
You immediately empower my senses.
I relish in your nectar, your flavor is pure Intoxication.
You juices, spreading strongly-
surprisingly seduce my tongue,
and savoring you, you fill my mouth.....
The abduction has just begun-
I GASP.....
almost choking, I almost forget to breathe-
EXHALE.....
And the tingling sensation, crawling,
caressingly up my spine, is absorbing me-
Have we somehow stopped time?
Your energy is so raw, so REAL-
it's shock is deafening.....
It's shooting right to the center of my being-
Igniting a spark, that's electric.....
Surrendering my all, I feel you soaring through me-
Possessing all that I've become-
owning ALL of ME......
K.C. oct25,2003
Flickering in— out.
Wounds stitched with fidgeting,
Fisted finality.
She is.
She was.
There was a dream for which I was awake,
A glorified foolishness and tragic mistake.
Love—O love!
Like a feverish thief, she reels,
From my arms to the bed—
From my head over heels.
O, you beautiful disaster,
You fictitious lure,
You ponderous nothingness,
Imprudent and impure.
Like petals, I shed,
Nude and undone.
Sheared and severe—
A moon without sun.
Swiftly I buckled at your unfettered charm,
As your fingertips caressingly weaved down my arm.
And surrendered myself like a teetering child,
Standing aghast at the gate to the wild.
Liar.
The word yanks at the stitches that burst unsewn,
Shrieks into the deafness of happiness once known.
Now I know.
Now I do.
How I had such grandiose feelings for you—
They were as slippery as god;
They were thick and reeked of rain.
And though jarred and disenchanted,
They somehow still remain.
Even so, you are just a thing,
With one mouth and two eyes.
And kissable lips that fleetingly dripped
The most gorgeous string of lies.
Delicately, I hold the soft smooth petals
Tracing each edge of the curve
Gently enough not to render any harm
Beckoning is the silky feel of inches swell
Can't help to sweat
Can't stop to tremble
I maximize the wonderful experience
Shattering defense with strong willed cause
Panting and blowing
Breath stopping with each alternate pause
Petals bloom in bright bloody red
Rockets of joy from a travel hours of thorns
The one pistil blossomed with life
Made all expectators clap and yell
The stamen soothed the petals
Tenderly lovingly and caressingly
By
Olive Eloisa
5:10 pm
May 05, 2015
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Sponsor Jerry T Curtis
Contest Name N/A
2nd place
Hanging at the edge of depression
Since, never I've known a face of expression
A thought of a depressed overthinker
Is just like a tear in a river
It haunts!
For they say am a fey
What's left to, but bray?
Nothing, did I not adore?
But now, everything I abhor?
It haunts!
Left tormented in a void
By friends who alike avoid
All I speak, quickly they chide
Still not enough, they deride?
It haunts!
They say am not in form
Can I? When am out of the norm?
Always, am trying to battle
Can you? What you can't handle?
It haunts!
Then, I was warm and did glow
Now, so cold and empty as snow
I espy only my friend nature
And conjure with rain's enemy azure
It haunts!
This abyss a bridge to death
So dense and dark to breath
Sucking you caressingly to drown
You ought to know, you down
It haunts!
When it's time to behead
Try too to befriend
By being coherent to understand
Only shall we start to withstand
It haunts!