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Verd meadow yon shadowed sequoias,
Patterns has lent the scope neath the petals,
Pixies wake on the tips of true choices,
Heightens an ochered sun amidst voices,
Looms about a faint trace of pink mettles,
Verd meadow yon shadowed sequoias,
Tattered remnants of coral sprays joyous,
Whilst they'd be assets in blossom vessels,
Pixies wake on the tips of true choices,
Grooves a pass graced with nectarous noises,
Virtuous domain sprung through laced specials,
Verd meadow yon shadowed sequoias,
Noble claims dotes a wishing well deploys,
Nigh, not far they'd be for all our revels,
Pixies wake on the tips of true choices,
Submit the crush much, us the true toilers,
Sparkled dusk fades long lives of their fettles,
Verd meadow yon shadowed sequoias,
Pixies wake on the tips of true choices.
Date: 06/10/2019
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Angelus wasn't anyone special. Some might say that he was a loser.
He did more than his share of chasing women,
and locals claim he was very much the boozer,
but despite all of his vulnerabilities,
there stood a champion the purest of heart.
The good was always within him. It just never seemed to get a good start.
Angelus was abused by his father.
Conflicts arose between the two quite often.
His father saw his son as a family disgrace,
and would not hesitate to use a whip to beat him.
"Why does my father hate me so?
Fathers should love you no matter what.
How can I give my father what he desires,
when it's simply something that I just haven't got?"
Thoughts like this would haunt Angelus daily,
leaving him in a very confused place to be.
"I love him! I hate him!" Angelus would cry. "I hate him for not loving me."
One evening he was drowning his sorrows.
Suddenly this vision of loveliness appeared.
The vixen Darla then said running her fingers through his hair,
"Such beautiful eyes should not be so filled with tears.
I too never knew the love of a father and lived my life as a whore,
searching for the love of my father in the arms of strangers,
who cared less after they had used me once more.
I can only imagine the pain that you suffer.
I never knew my father and perhaps it's just as well,
because seeing you here now with your father, a father who doesn't love you,
is so obviously a more painful and tormenting hell.
You have two choices before you Angelus my sweet.
End your life now and free yourself from this torment
or spend forever with me and together we'll seek,
a new life of eternal enjoyment.
If death isn't your choice then the answer is clear.
Say the words and I'll deliver you from all of this.
Close your eyes, say the words, you have nothing to fear.
Let me give you my eternal kiss."
He gazed upon her and thought to himself,
"This one truly must be my salvation."
"I choose you," he said as he closed his eyes,
and so began Angelus's damnation.
She sunk her fangs deep in his throat and fed on his blood.
All of his good, all of his soul, all disappear.
Angelus was reborn the most evil of evil.
He was the vampire good and evil would fear.
I do not in opposition lie,
To those who ponder how and why.
For clearly one must contemplate,
The world in which we operate.
The facts of human history.
Retold in shrouded mystery.
Create a woven web of deceit.
Causing man’s folly to repeat.
Blinders of hatred move the masses.
Seeing only half empty glasses.
Spinners of narratives all gory,
Create a false national story.
Wisdom a voice which only whispers.
Drowned from noise of whirling twisters.
Howling voices of false choices.
Hell’s grand chorus now rejoices.
Man’s mind a powerful weapon,
But ever prone to deception.
It must be trained in the Light,
For it to discern wrong from right.
Of my Mother and Fathers voices:
"Get up for school!"
Even then, I wish I had choices!
White blouse, blue jumper
with HFA, emblazoned in gold.
Brown braids tied with big, white
shiny bows.
Breakfast in the nook, with
a pearlescent table cloth.
Watching the Chicago landscape painted
with crystalline snow, so soft.
My dog, Cappy, came to join me!
The sound of those soft paws
on sparkling, clean onyx linoleum.
Oh, dearest pet, how I miss thee!
The old, black landline phone, my tool,
for communication.
Echoes of home~in a God-fearing and
joyous, grateful nation!
{HFA..were symbols for Holy Family Academy.}
4/30/2021
~6~
I don’t want him ready! I want him resplendent!
(Movie Kate and Leopold)
R-obbed, his attire, his soul —
E-ventide broods awful choices:
S-immering of melting irises,
P-opulation of fattened princesses.
L-eaping lords, jealous of him.
E-ager, the Uncle’s tongue slick, licking the envelope —
N-ettled invitation of eager straight backs .
D-inner, it is him, but curiously the clock moves ahead.
E-ntertaining in the end, Cinderellaesque resplendency.
N-ot of their time, she presented early and almost too late.
T-he bridge gapped by a lady leaping...his forever after happiness.
5/31/2020
Money is all I need
It is the root of greed
Always need to be in the lead
The devil has planted his seed
Fancy Clothes
Sparkling in jewels
Stylist furniture and grand homes
Expensive cars to show their wealth
Charity is not their concern
Not sharing in their reserves
Business and the market are their religion
Some end up in prison
Heaven is not their concern
Don’t care if they burn
Go to universities to learn
Which way will they turn
Will they choose self-glory
Will they choose business over family
Will they choose honesty
Will they choose loyalty
Greed leads to lust and deceit
For money causes their family retreat
Blessed are those that stay at home
Enjoying their children as they grow
Greed leads to bad choices
Causes those to loss focus
It is all about what they can achieve
Leaving others in pieces as they leave
Democrats
Republicans
All sycophants on ritalin
I’m tired of this rhetoric
I’m sick of it (IM SICK OF IT)
We have a million choices
But you all stick with two
Picking all the pedophiles
Wearing red or blue
Free will is dead and I don’t care
Let it burn, let it burn
But you all wouldn’t dare
A brand new start is needed
Cuz y’all are too conceited
We have a million choices
But you all stick with two
Picking all the pedophiles
Wearing red or blue
Anarchy? Necessity
Picking off the scabs
Leave the land in ashes
Leave it up for grabs
We have a million choices
But you all stick with two
Picking all the pedophiles
Wearing red or blue
The eyes fit into little holes;
The nose, ears, mouth do, too.
Of course, you have some choices
But not more than just a few.
The parts are made of plastic
Though way back in my own youth,
The body was a real potato -
That's the doggone truth.
The toy came with accoutrements -
Each pointed, like a stud,
Which you stuck with wild abandon
Into any uncooked spud.
I told this to my grandkids' mom
Who, when her own mom spoke
Of using a potato, she
Assumed it was a joke.
But creativity was once
So simple, we've forgotten.
The only drawback was
Our masterpiece, at times, went rotten.
To look back, to reflect, to understand
Those things which were lived long in my lifetime
As I see these things as my needs demand
Whether I had reason to be sublime
Or see what was, to know what's true or not
To now reveal what my mind wants to see
The choices made least not to be forgot
Nor will hide in shades of what could not be
Now darker brew turned a reflecting pond
With its calmer surface of mirrored sheen
Which my soul's eyes have come to look upon
When my silent solace waxes serene
To look back, to reflect on what I found
To describe what's known, my soul's sacred ground
10/28/20
Whoever tries to interfere
with this mystery about me:
is in for a stunning surprise,
everything deeply concealed
can't possibly be revealed!
Others will sell their soul to green,
to be in the glamorous spotlight;
and the irony, beside the folly,
never demands an apology
and be apparent in every delusional appeal,
which feeds on justification rather than sympathy:
feeling so wretched and depleted and ashamed of being seen...
And will this mystery about me
die and not be denounced with demure...
without being in a deluge of dire regret,
devising another plan and detour;
desiring of breaking free
without deviating from the main road:
to discern the importance of dignity,
and disconnect hope with dilemma and hate...
Dispirited, recurring to unpleasing choices
and dispersing the inward beauty without dismal;
disembodying my aspect of gracefulness,
to hide this mystery about me
by building a wall to ignore their call...
and will my dishonesty be rejected scornfully,
or will they understand my silence
by showing fondness and love?
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci