Long Clamp Poems
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Chorus X 2
To stay rebellious or nihilistic
to embrace the devil and face his pierce
run from the tempting warmth and drop the flask
God’ll surely forgive and wipe off the film
because He stands greater, it’s no rivalry.
1. I want to run two abreast with you lord
staying well protected behind your sword
work naturally beyond rehearsal
staying in your presence makes me wiser
on loyalty’s lane, be it thick or thin
I stay on course to grip the anointing
as my life shines the emblem of heaven
on it, His faithfulness has been proven
to the beast, making it unbearable
His consistent fall, getting notable.
Chorus
To stay rebellious or nihilistic
to embrace the devil and face his pierce
run from the tempting warmth and drop the flask
God’ll surely forgive and wipe off the film
because He stands greater, it’s no rivalry.
2. Avoiding the lorgnette to see evil
the grain must be kept away from weevil
still not far from its cruel passive smoking
He means strict business and never joking
the stainless steel wok is presentable
such a fake gift from hell is laughable
but drags the soul to the unseen lava
painting white on a deceitful giver.
Jesus then redirects me to His lodge
to meet all my needs and calm every urge.
Chorus
To stay rebellious or nihilistic
to embrace the devil and face his pierce
run from the tempting warmth and drop the flask
God’ll surely forgive and wipe off the film
because He stands greater, it’s no rivalry.
3. Great pleasures and gifts so cool but snow bound
his bent promises just go round and round
watering the grass for scorpions to merry
he gives you a grape and calls it berry
just one compromise brings devastation
road so tiled to his discomfort station
he puts fire on a beleaguered soul
trapping it in a cold and empty bowl
the Shepherd appears to step change His lamb
His great protection then stays as a clamp.
Chorus X 2
To stay rebellious or nihilistic
to embrace the devil and face his pierce
run from the tempting warmth and drop the flask
God’ll surely forgive and wipe off the film
because He stands greater, it’s no rivalry.
He is,
A colossal anchor clenched to my ankles.
Constantly trying to drag me downward,
into the deep, dark sea of his beliefs.
I try with all my might to rise high,
to fly the sky, to explore the world and myself,
but every time I get lift off and start to feel the lightness of freedom,
I feel his grasp clamp down hard,
pulling me down deeper into the freezing, bone-chilling ocean.
Demanding I stay at the bottom of the icy and isolated sea,
giving all my energy, hopes and dreams to serve only him.
One day I will break free.
I will fly higher than ever before.
I will soar the beautiful crystal blue sky,
harnessing the ability to fully love myself.
Then share that love to help others;
The ones who are still trapped in the depths of their own painfully cold, sorrow-stricken seabeds.
To collectively skyrocket up towards the divine warmth of the sun,
with sensations of such pure love and liberation,
that before we only could dream such a minuscule percentage of.
Independence and adoration will become our forever, grateful new reality!
Regrets
Impatience coursed through my body
The mehendi art is taking a long time
Then there was you
My heart skipped a beat
Our eyes met and I looked away
Quick glances paved a path towards him
Why was I so impatient before?
I decided to take a seat in the hut
Knowing that I'll have a clear view of you
Then there was you
Hurrying towards me and sitting beside me
Now I'm a mess
And he starts shifting towards me
And I shift away from him
Making me clamp my lips hard so I wouldn't smile to myself
Your laugh
It stood out like a definition given at lectures your voice
I listened intently
Like its the instructions given at a mid exam
Making me clamp my lips even harder
She finished it quickly!
Now why was I impatient again?
Oh yah he's still there
Not having a clue that he's making my tummy a kaleidoscope of butterflies
Are we that desperate to have a quick taste of love at first sight?
Is it even love?
Maybe..
I moved myself away from him
Away from the hut
Towards the little gap between the wall
Swallowing my feelings of regret
Do I have to go home?
Whoa! love does make you blind
Were you that special to make me still think about you
To write about you
To try to remember your laugh
I guess you certainly are
I regret it now
I regret that I didn't make a move to show how much I like you
I regret holding back my smile
I regret not saying a word to you when you sat beside me
I regret every passing second knowing that I would never see you again
Glancing at my mehendi art
Realization crept out
A few minutes
A huge crush
A heavy weight of regret.
If the younger me could see me now.
I have it all. Beauty, wealth, friends, intelligence, intellectuality, freedom and men who would trip over their own feet to get one look at me.
Yet I do not have everything.
I do not have the ability to articulate the reason for the tears. The unnamed streaming down my skin.
I do not have the ability to articulate the quiet of my head.
Is it peace? Or is it the silence of a lost soul?
Sometimes, I catch myself staring at the moon; the realisation that even the most serene of the universe carries a dark side.
A side that will always be hidden from the devotees.
A side that I attempt to swallow away, along with the meaningless whimpers that clamp at my throat.
A side that I, for an unknown reason, cannot physically afford a witness.
They tell me they love me, they care for me, they’d die for me.
And they have shown me every reason to believe them.
So why am I so good at hiding?
Who am I hiding from?
Is it from the girl in the mirror? Or all the thoughts that swim in my head to create one dizzying loop of torment that wraps around my blood and squeezes with the softness of a silk, yet the violence of a sword.
My phone buzzes, I wait for it to stop.
My mind hums, I shut my eyes for it to stop.
My blood purrs, I rip at my skin for it to stop.
The phone keeps buzzing; my mind keeps humming and my blood keeps purring.
So, I curl up on my bed, and I look out the window.
The moon illuminates the silver of my rings and the conflict of my eyes as they well up.
Every serenity has a dark side, and every inch of my beauty comes from a ghost of the girl who once craved this attention, who once craved this age.
Now I have this attention, now I have this age.
Yet all I wish for is to reach for her and not be met with the empty promise of her tears and the empty platitude of my solitude.
Everything needs a rest- the machine - a mirror- an
astronomical chart or graph- a sometimes glass?.
Like the fun even though dynamo elsewhen or blue
or black- glee elsewhere or G- clamp?.
I tell you something is hither or thither elsewhere or how
the world is not even aware of damn or the water blue
splashing on the eyelids of some mermaids for instance?,
Just let wait and see the sky is still weathering and sere
and flealy withering?.
Will the body mind when the spirit needs a rest or at least
a fine adornment?.
Or sometimes the beautiful flowers at the campaign
secretariat?.
Wood Nymph, wraps white
gossamer legs in hello, as branch shakes
in obvious "ka_ching"!
'Oh wait till you see what she does next",
tattles the tree, in an excited and mischievous
foreboding.
Itself, a Familiar and Servant,
hypnotized to carry and present her gift of wrap
and wrap of gift.
The naughty Nymph O pushes herself halfway up
like a tired and cautious sloth
(on the lip of a drinking cup.)
An innocent look beguiles her face
as essence of bark soils it's digits up,
To stick like a sponge to her curves like a leech
leeching much.
Nurses a clamp to her soft skin
as if to aspire seed of sapling in sap, sapping sin.
As She stares through, impossibly pierced,
her cruelly clumsy jiggle starks the eye
in an ultra violence of lumplumpsum.
The forest stirs with whispers of silence,
gossiper secretions to soil more.
Wood nymph dances careless,
her story unfolding, merciless amore.
Her web weaving legs, wrapped in ethereal grace,
licks of
delicate tricks of creature of delicacy.
Surreal ad vise given visa visage
it's enchanting embrace.
The trees, they giggle with mischievous delight,
as they await her next move, a magical sight.
A familiar servant, the branches extend,
presenting her gifts, their devotion, bend.
Halfway she rises, cautious and slow, oh dear.
Like a tired sloth, uncertain where to go
but nearer near.
Innocence plays upon her beguiling face,
as she clings to the bark, leaving presiding trace.
A sponge to her curves, the bark holds so tight,
seeks to crumble there.
Leaving a mark, a visible sign of it's mare.
But she dances on, with a clumsy sway.
A violence of debauchery in a mystical play,
there there, tears tears tears.
Her presence, it lingers, in the air, a fragrance,
mimicking the soul bare.
A poem to stir souls, in carom of supernatural
resonance in crept.
The wood nymph bewitches with every step,
to numb your penance swept.
Leaving an imprint of memory kept as plum-line erect.
In the depths of the forest, her essence will remain,
a powerful muse, never to wane.
For she is a poet's dream, an excuse so rare,
relished relic of the gone insane.
Captivated, beyond complain,
the Satyr's forehead yields sign, pops a vein.
How must I break free and fly away
when your cold hands clamp me down?
Your critical, callous words besmirch
and pinion me to the ground.
For I am a sensitive butterfly
flailing in fear, struggling within
the throes of your darkness.
You shatter my repose
my delicate wings close
and my bright colors
bleed and fade away.
Once I was lissome and free
now I stiffen in sad sorrow.
In my dreams, I sojourn and soar
I soar to a safe, celestial place
caught up into a firmament of grace
saved by a kind Hand of mercy
where I can fly free again, forever.
Written on 5/21/2018
" HISKEY " wASSER wACKEAL
MADE HIS LONG AWAITED DEBUT AGAINST
"FUSSER"
FRUSSI AMI ALMOST
ENDED IN A PINFALL @ 2:01 WACKEAL
WAS VICTORIOUS, USING A
CLOTHESLINE FOR THE PIN
"pRIMO" PICCO RODRIGUEZ
DOWNED
DITTIAMO GUL GREAZIE
USING A FISTERS CATCHER TO
SCORE A SUBMITTION
GODBOUT RHINNEY AND CLAWED-CLAMP CLAUDE
FACED NAPSACK NEAL AND MANGO WARRIOR
IN AN AUSTRIAN RULES TAG MATCH
GODBOUT RHINNEY BEARHUGGED MANGO WARRIOR
FOR THE SUBMITTION.
"SADDLEBRUSH" TADDLE RUSTLER USED HIS
THEZE-BOW SPEAR TO DEFEAT
"GLAMOROUS" BRYAN BELGRIST
LOTTA-MIEN DEWWRIGHT
MADE HIS PRESENCE KNOWN AGAINST
"THOSE THAT LOVE ME" THIPPS SUPPERSONG
CORNERING HIM IN THE STAGING AREA..
"LOTTEZ OF LOVE" AND BEEFY HAMBONE
CHASED THE FELLA AWAY....
THE COBBLESTONE BAMA FELL TO THE HANDS OF
"BAD-BAD" BRITT TALUS, LOSING 23 STRAIGHT BOUTS
IN ONE CONSECUTIVE YEAR.
MAIN EVENT
" THE AMERICAN GOLDEN BOY" STELLDRUE
WHIPPED "RUSSIAN BRUTE" KAFFAGONE FRILLOFF
I got me a puller;
it works pretty well.
Convincing the wife was
a bit of a sell.
It’s not for the garden;
works best in the woods.
A think of real beauty
once it’s understood.
For pulling up shrubs,
it’s a gardener’s delight.
Just open those jaws
and clamp them real tight.
Then you pull back the sticks
real easy and nice,
and it’s rare that you’ll need
to tug on it twice.
Now, pulling small trees
is not quite as quick
‘cuz the trunk sometimes snaps
if the roots are too thick.
But you just use those jaws
and scratch up the ground;
Those stubborn old roots
will be quick coming ‘round.
But my toy really shines
on an oversized tree.
When that sucker comes down,
I’m a-shoutin’ with glee.
You set up behind it,
dig the roots on both sides,
give a push from the back,
watch it go for a ride.
Some trees, you’ll encircle
to bust all the roots;
they’re strong and they’re tough
and they work in cahoots.
But persistence will get it;
there’s a lot it can do.
Turns out an excavator
is a weed puller too.
.
I hear the thunder of the foot soldiers
and smell the reek of their expedition
I feel the cold of the steel they clamp
to mine wrist
and the rough of the hemp about mine
throat
I hear the last word of the commander
and the plank beneath mine boots
it's instant crack
I sense the sudden slow gust of wind
rise up mine chin and face
as mine last journey
is down