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Armed with abundance, infinity dictates
Charmed by assurance of blossoming supply
Fruitful hands encircle orchard's offering
Boughs bestow nourishment ripe flesh provides
Harrowing hunt, road collides with horizon
Narrowing options ominously herald hardship
Frantic hands grab due to doomsday prediction
Equity halted by maneuvers of manic narcisists
Swarmed in hysteria, sugarladen bounty dissolves
Adorned in disproportionate, diplomacy plunges
Acres of empty hurl dust in despondent swirls
Haze of delerium hides awareness of repugnant
Wallowing tune laments removal of drumbeat reliance
Violin's climbing petition infultrates silent confinement
Fist clenched hands maintain mantra of social distance
Banned comrade closeness hardens as poured cement
Contagion inflicts during quarantined two weeks
Sensation sells subscription to scare's scripture
Relegated ill recovery seldom quoted in statistics
Proclaimed isolation presents a lopsided picture
Miniscule channels travel disease, tattered moth
Musical tempo tangible greets society post virus
Makers of policy release kite string gradually
Infliction's ticket is onward immunity acquired
Strategy of sequential exposure fraught yet nessesary
Accurately extracted cure promptly recognised
Flourish of hands amassed tune an instrument of trust
Resuming rhythem surges communion revitalised
Love, a fragile alchemy, we crave,
While ignorance, a silent hunger, eats.
Anger, a serpent in the veins, enslaves,
And yesterday's grief still stains the sheets.
Judgment, a rust upon the gilded cage,
Corrodes the spirit, slowly, piece by piece.
We chase the phantom on life's turning page,
Seeking solace where there is no peace.
Let today not slip, a wasted tear,
But breathe it in, the bitter and the sweet.
Let not fear hold us hostage in this sphere,
For time is swift, a memory's fleeting heat.
A new dawn will arrive, the suns embrace,
So seek the beauty in this time and space,
And find your own light in lifes great and wondrous race.
Sin is so very an attractiveness thing
our flesh bows to its allurements
believing its suttle words so suggestive
its power holds us in its amusements
The Bible declares sin so dangerous
it corrupts and corrodes the heart
makes it deceitful and desperately sick
totally blinding us in no small part
This evil all came in at the garden in Eden
Eve rebelling from all that was good
persuading herself the tree was fine food
then convinced Adam both misunderstood
Sin dresses attractively in our fallen state
luring us to think that all is going be right
deluding each of us to our own folly
no wonder God says stand true to fight
Paul warns us speaking to the Ephesians
be strong and armed against devil's cunning
for our enemy, the devil uses sin to blind us
look to the Lord to send Satan running
Living in a sleepy slumber..
As life passes by..
As one day is another..
eyes shut..
A daily grind of deceitfulness..
Masterminds of manipulation corrodes the air
A sleepwalking corroded mind asleep at the wheel..
The wheel of life is spinning ..
Trapped in yesterday..
A sleeping mind stagnant
As web of lies had spun deliberately..
Matrix of falsehoods had risen..
Awakened by a sleepy slumber..
Where every day is precious ..
Truth is not just spoken..
Truth is shown..
Eyes wide open..
Feeling over the moon with blessings.
A daily grind of gratitude..
Where vibrant colors of the rainbow captivate ones spirit..
With an open heart..
A beautiful mind awakened to the truth..
The wheel of life radiates love..
As the truth shall always set us free..
Two faces; two juxtaposed deportments; two qualities;
On one hand, past pains; on the other, future jollities
Janus, the Roman god of progress and dualities
Dwells with keys of the door, gate, and threshold formalities
I have it. Each one has. One is true. The other is false.
Safe like love and hope; heard-earned treasure-like brings many walts
Springing like hemlocks from mental mud insecurities
Brings manipulative and deceptive impurities.
Trust erodes; communion corrodes; inner turmoil is born.
With anger, fear, and sadness, equilibrium is torn.
Vocation is jeopardized; calm communion is curtailed;
Energy and synergy quirks and smirks are veiled and failed.
Confidence, compassion, and creativity are must.
Together with honesty, loyalty, love, hope, and trust
Learning from the past and flourishing into the future
And living and letting live be our monistic nature
A glass of vodka on the table,
A chocolate joint between the fingers,
A Tokarev in the bag,
The brain infused with adrenaline.
Misery, a nightmare,
Being poor, a curse,
Forced to drown in illicit transactions.
Survival: a necessity to exist,
Bound to poverty since the placenta.
Murder scenes as the only spectacle,
From the watchtower, the horizon is mortiferous.
Reality proclaims its sentence with a firm voice,
The cruelty of the street teaches raw lessons to worn-out heels.
Gagged souls count the dirty money that corrodes their future,
A pact of survival sealed between greasy fingers and clenched fists.
The heart hardens to feed a hungry mouth,
Prayer turns into calculation, cash becomes language.
Yellow smiles are sold, worn-out allegiances are bought,
Eyes assess, tongues negotiate the unforgivable.
A shiver of metal recalls the origin of the debts.
No respite, the market demands its tribute without mercy.
A verse carved inside lacerated fists,
Ultimate testament of a centuries-old ordeal.
Today is one of the days I feel like smoke.
Choking myself.... bottling every feeling,
not allowing myself to breathe.
Covering everything with white ashes,
turning things monotonous...black and white.
I am not kerosene yet.
I am not kerosene yet...it never corrodes,
it forms impenetrable layers…
not allowing a chance for reversal.
Not letting down a breathe,
excluding from every other thing...
I am not kerosene. Yet.
I am not even wrapped in a warm blanket.
I am cold.
I'm cold.
Sitting in smoking temperatures, I am cold.
Frozen. Numb. Insensitive.
Not wrapped in a warm blanket, I sit cold.
DECAYING.
ROTTING.
MY HEART CORRODES IN DUST
OUR LOVE ONCE BRIGHT AND SHINY.
NOW HAS TURNED TO RUST.
YOU USED TO TREAT ME DELICIATE.
I WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
SO CAREFUL NOT TO DAMAGE ME.
I MEANT SO MUCH TO YOU.
BUT NOW IT SEEMS YOU'VE TIRED OF ME.
BORED WITH YOUR WORN, USED TOY.
FOUND SOMETHING NEW TO PLAY WITH.
I NO LONGER BRING YOU JOY.
SO NOW I LAY ABANDONED.
LIKE AN OLD BIKE IN THE RAIN.
TOSSED CARELESSLY AGAINST A CRIPPLED FENCE.
NEVER USED AGAIN.
I TRULY WISH YOU UNDERSTOOD
THE TOLL YOU TOOK ON ME.
ALL WEATHERED AND PATINAED.
WHILE YOU'RE HAPPY BEING FREE.
YOU SEE MY MIND JUST CANNOT COMPHREND .
HOW YOU LEFT ME HERE TO ROT
LIKE A OLD BEAT UP WATERING CAN
A DENTED CAR LEFT IN A LOT.
I WANT SO BADLY TO BELIEVE
I'LL BE STRONG ENOUGH ONE DAY.
TO SCRAPE THE RUST UP OFF MY HEART
SAND IT ALL AWAY.
UNTIL THEN I'LL JUST LIE HERE STILL.
CLOSE MY EYES AND PRAY.
THAT I WON'T DISENEGRATE AND CRUMBLE
BECOME ASHES, BLOW AWAY.
Exposure & Hiddenness
Surely writing may endanger:
Creations make life a bit stranger,
Poetry comes from the Greek,
"To Make" and thus To Seek,
Is Part & Parcel of Making,
Disparate becomes one in Baking,
Words discover Ideas from Chaos,
Which once divulged ascend a Dais,
Where there's a means, sharing the Discovery,
Am I awfully alone in witnessing a Delivery?
The only one in the world,
To see your newborn unfurled?
A little while ago, I was in lonely storage,
Now suddenly, besieged by conviction courage!
Broadcasting the heretofore unknown,
Can tear asunder in violent gust blown,
It's Warhol 15 Minutes of Fame,
That can distort my humble Name,
Why is there a systematic flaw in sharing?
In that I may lose an aspect of caring!
Honor is an enormous if unintended risk,
Ego soufflé corrodes the self bisque,
An unsuspected, foolishly lost, treasure,
Uninstinctual, unmatched in measure,
Is Keeping the Lid securely, safely On,
Preserving my Inner Self Hidden!
Love bursts into flames then simmers on.
It you get burnt; embers remain.
You have to be reckless
sitting on a fence and standing on side-lines
is not an option,
you can die inside when you risk nothing.
At the end of a love affair
there are always showers of joy and sorrow
they live in the same teardrop.
A man who has only loved one woman
has never gambled and lost
never been rejected.
Never having known heartbreak
makes you weak and easily broken.
A woman who loves easily
will choose to love many
though not all at once.
Love turns, changes, evolves,
corrodes, injures, and fulfills.
Let all we walking wounded
be grateful for the tip of the arrow.