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Breathe in
Dive in the numbing water
Freeze off all the guilt
Use the rusty meat cleaver
Chop off the rest
Speak into the nothingness
Have the river current speak back
Understand the minnows?
Stay in groups, leave in ones?
Be adventurous
Mumble to yourself at karaoke night,
crushing the non-alcoholic drink in your red solo cup
Pretend you peed yourself so you don’t seem clumsy
Red knuckles on the rotten wood
One bang away from bleeding
Sit by the same river
Move to the little island not yet overtaken
Night fall
Skip the stone like your worries
Hold the sky like your burden
Fail
Remember the Swiss Army knife can’t spread butter
Think of Grandma’s kitchen
Be normal
Swim
Swim relentlessly into the empty night
Be the constellation the light of the stars reflects against
Move on
Move forward.
Nothing new in the electrochemistry
It no longer is a scientific mystery
Waves Beta, Alpha, Theta, Delta, Gamma & Epsilon
Descending from buoyant ecstasy to a persona forlorn
Zodiac signs & rainbow colours assigned to chakras renamed
Esoteric yogic techniques, exponents aplenty, all self-proclaimed
Fiery verbal duels, by many an argumentative eristic
Each it seems is the ultimate mystic
Leaving profundity to theorists whose verbosity we acknowledge
What matters is assimilated wisdom, not vicarious knowledge
So we go in within, alone, in meditational stillness, upon a virgin path
Each moment in the time continuum, a holy sabbath
What we seek is expansive consciousness & joy eternal
And what is eternal is obviously not embraceable in the ephemeral
So we chop off perishable egoistic attachments, fear & desire
And straightaway plunge our non-self into the divine fire
How? In unseeking stillness within ... deep within
Where at each moment we anew begin
No conflict, no violence
Effortless stillness, rippleless silence
No agenda, no seeker, no doer
We are still, yet there is a mover
The flow of the Universe within into which we dissolve
Emerging from which we automatically evolve
What do we gain & what do we lose?
Irrelevant, for we are not, yet desirelessly choose
What we lose is our sorrow generating gross contaminant
Gain being ineffable, exalted, joyous divine love enablement
There is no way; our choice itself is the way
Save unendingly effusing love, no rules to obey
Thoughts sublime, words kind, actions benign
Self, Soul & Spirit thus align
Trust the Universe, plunge into its loving stream
We need to wake up now, from our narrow dream
Upon lighting a candle, darkness is instantly expelled
Surrendering to the divine, ignorance is automatically dispelled
And that is all there is to it
Doable if we do & never ever quit
Simpler the truth, it seems the more elusive it is
So perplexed we are by life’s jigsaw quiz
01-November-2020
Some get over a bad childhood,
they rise to the top of a hill
to set fire to the bloody rags of a choiceless youth.
The beacon flares, below a forest
of wide-eyed animals
watch as the sacrifice, now a smoldering fawn,
blunders among them, its throat cut and bleeding.
Others drag around a blind doll,
day by day the macabre manikin grows larger,
its face a picture of apathy,
for apathy is the ghostly dress of
all long dead ballerinas.
That hand-stitched doll
gets too heavy to bear, and so daily,
they must give it away to beggars and saints,
The doll is insane, its pain is a robber's key
that returns to unlock any cardboard castle,
or iron fortress.
When the wild dogs come
to scavenge among the bones of a childhood,
throw them something raw and still wriggling,
let them slaver and chew it over,
until they sicken,
then chop off their gray heads,
one by one.
When I see grass that’s green I wish was pink,
Soft to the touch in cotton-candy land;
Where eyes are never afraid if they blink,
Snow will steal summer and chop off its hand,
So that when I stumble warmth picks me up,
And wraps shame in satin cushioned just right;
Where tears become wine poured serenity’s cup,
Blushing cheeks rosy kept safe wintry night;
When I hear foreign-made songs drifting through dreams,
But seek Chevrolet music ‘n superstars,
Sharing a beer swimming Hollywood streams
Before making love in the backseat of cars;
Then I wave a wand held tightly by me,
Recovering scenes with my poetry.
HOME SWEET HOME
love the scent of petrichor in the deep dark woods.
draws those little beggars tattered with ashes and soot.
i’ve sweetened the siding, the windows and doors,
deliciously painted invitation of rainbows, placed hooks
with eye-popping candy, hallucinations with looks.
they will not be able to resist this kindly sweet cook.
Yes! Yes! Here they come! Right on time! Right from the book!
I must be careful, diligent this time! They must not get spooked.
The water is boiling…check! I’m just ready to drop in the food.
My tummy is grumbling. must be careful to not show a bad mood.
That boy! Especially that boy…he is older. Could be a right snoop.
They must be quite tired, ready to be cooped
up in my quaint cottage, restrained, take a bath with cool
boiling suds. Must be careful of my hands, show no blood
by rubbing them raw as I greedily lick my tongue. “Oh poor
innocent children. Come! Come! Let me book
you in my humble home…find you a room.
Oh dear girl and dear boy. Let me groom
the hair from your eyes.” I err and lift a spoon,
gaze with longing at these tender potatoes. Forsook,
as the ashen boy grabs his sister's hand and runs. Phooey!
Now I’ve only to chop off my finger. I’m doomed!
7/14/2021
Light verse
*inspired by the fairytale Hansel and Gretel
Gluttony
October 8, 2014 at 3:15am
GLUTTONY
(Halloween poem)
Greed is the glutton
that impales the mind,
heart,stomach and soul.
it consumes the eyes.
shuts down the mind
The stomach swells-
The heart is numb.
It be then,empathy fails.
No mercy for self
take more than you need
The bulging eyes react.
With grimy hands,
Evil penetrates
The gluttonous soul of man..
To counteract
We must react
It will be a mistake if we wait,
We must stuff you with garlic,
Pierce your heart with a stake;
Chop off your head.-
Oh but we must.
Right before dusk..
No longer will you lust
I beg,I beg,give gluttony
Over to the miserable
land of the Un-dead.
A brownie slid slowly, no rustle, no noise,
Slid slowly, through the front door.
Invisible to all, an imperceptible ghost,
Slid slowly across the room floor.
The dog barked, ferocious, and snapped,
At the nothing that was now in my sight.
I walked, obtuse, with a spade in my hand,
At the nothing, prepared for a fight.
The dog lowered, froze, no noise, not a thing,
Staring, ready, at the vintage farm bed.
And I stood poised to fire, erupt and explode,
Staring, ready, to chop off its head.
I stood bare foot with a singlet on top,
And I knew I was maybe too drunk.
I felt still, an odd calm, when it shot at my leg,
And I severed its head from its trunk.
A brownie slid slowly, no rustle, no noise,
In my farm house, to meet its new fate.
That night was a lovely cooking experience,
In my farm house, browned snake on a plate.
5/16/20
"BRRR"
During a lull
I took a stroll
And began to mull
Brrr
This world is cold
It's dangerous like a black hole
From the North to the South Pole
The same ole' same old bull
being sold, just like souls
For gold
And full
Control
Meanwhile continual items being stole
As the bells continue to toll
You'll
Probably cull
Something with wool
Only leaving behind a skull
Brrr
People will bite the hand that fed
People will shoot you with lead
People will leave you for dead
People will chop off your head
People will act like your friend and then
People will stab you in the back with an object with a sharp edge
People will push you off a ledge
People will kill you over bread
People will tend to often believe what they read
People will watch while you bled
The ground around turning red
People will take back what they said
People will say it's all in your head
People will says it's the alcohol and prescriptions meds
Time and time again
People will do anything just so that they can get ahead
When
Will it end?
Brrr
Shiver me timbers
Humans still bicker
And continue to differ
Out to make others wither
While struggling with pills and liquor
Was it always this way
Or are the people of today
So much sicker
I see too many being bitter
Out to hinder and injure
Whatever it takes, so that they're the victor
And richer
Even if they have to leave you at the bottom of a river
They wouldn't dare call themselves a sinner
Only a winner
This all paints an ugly picture
Like some of what was written in scripture
At that point, what really differentiates us from critters?
When there really is so much to consider
My message has been delivered
Brrr
Yes maam and yes sir
What was done for him or her
By: Dalton Ogletree
She could smell the scent of the other woman on him. A sickening musty, sweet smell.
She wanted to lunge at him and snatch out his cheating heart.
She wanted to scratch out his light brown roaming eyes.
She wanted to castrate him and put his member in a box and let it rot.
She wanted to chop off his hands that fumble over that hussy's
body.
She wanted to saw off both of his feet that carried him to the place where they meet.
She wanted to put a hot iron to his luscious thick black lips.
Instead, she excepted his offensive lies.
She urges him to lie next to her.
She kissed his light brown eyes that looked at her longingly for
forgiveness.
She kissed his warm luscious thick lips.
She anxiously welcomed his caresses.
She could feel his throbbing manhood nudge at her feverish body.
She was in flight.
"Do what you have to do the lame police officer
Uttered to the abusive man standing beside me
"Speak to your JP she said to the man who has abused me. I still cannot get over the shock of the abusive man
Standing with axe, you come here to use me
And do everything to confuse me, you twist my body
In the gate and try to break my hands before the heartless crowd but heavens stood by at the cry of mercy , no one came to rescue me, instead they stand and stare visciously at me as if they too were going to attack and murder me.They leaned on the wall and looked as if they were going to start a brawl.It started
Early in tbe morning when I sat quietly inside meditating
And the devil was outside shaking, he leaped at me with a angry swing, with angry eyes jumping out of the socket
I could see hate moving around and his expressions
Jumping on his face like a clown.He shouted at me with the Devils spin and I tried desperatly to get away from him but he slammed my body in the iron gate
And sware to chop off my head when he come again
Abusive men give birth to abusive children
And those children become a nusiance in the city
Men with nasty mouth ,men that is cursing out loud
Men with tainted faces growling like elephant underneath their breath while their faith hangs in the balance
and they canot agree with anyone
There is a big network around the town,
and I dont know where they are grounded;
politicians pulling strings
And police men doing aerobics in thr gym
Dancing to the tune of their thiughtless rythm
My heart is playing a sad tune while my spirit dances
Around the moon, it makes my spirit break and cause my mind to shake and in the middle of it all I still stand tall holding my head high.
Here I am in the night wondering where I am going to spend the next moon, I have been waiting for many days for this mystry to break
To want to leave the city without delay
But the more I plead the more they make me absorb my own misery
No tears is left in my eyes and no tear is left to dry.
And the man that is walking around with his sin
Will cause the whole world to grin.
The night is standing like giant above me and the moon is dancing around me.
The music is playing and and the flawless donkey is braying ,
And here I am still waiting for you at the big gate.