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Without worry I sit and wonder
When the next batch will come.
Dough rolled out, stretched and pulled,
Broken into pieces and stuck in the oven. Without the confines of an cookie cutter; natural in every way. An free form of emotional bliss laid flat on the pan.
I patiently wait, green plate on the table waiting for the oven to preheat.
The dough rises becoming smaller.
I only hope you understand
How lovely it is to be near someone you love.
Without the concealment of air tight bags they are free, the cookies that bake in the oven soon to be placed on a plate, devoured.
Introduced to the seduction of crumbs that come together; sweet, delightful
Before it fully hardens.
Soft, delightful.
Skinny dipping in an pool of cookie dough.
An illusion of things whole until broken apart by lips in full desire.
Drenched in saliva of deep need
Simultaneously becoming an memory
As well as a part of smiling lips.
The mistletoe that hangs above the heart.
Waiting for another batch made by your hands
i am a loyal servant to my dizziness
i become deaf to any thought of thought
the sounds and the radiation clouds my brain to immersion
i am oblivious to your numerous requests to help you wash your back
i admit i am a man who does not understand many meanings
i admit i am a man who only knows self in a box ever so tiny
the smell of lavendar permeates the room but all i see is an eposode of an
episode
i am oblivious to your numerous requests to help you wash your back
i am thinking of more excuses to justify the latest little high that i am
experiencing
i create a hiding place to shield myself from your unseen reaction
the air of despair goes unnoticed in my cookie cutter square
i am oblivious to your numerous requests to help you wash your back
The Mountain withstands time the Agent Elder who once spewed an earthly inferno
Now rests quietly in peace. I climb higher holding onto tree branches covered in moss In a
rainforest where time is lost I breathe in the early morning dew that smells like cotton
candy and the Evergreens of a sugary Maple. Houdini escaped the chains of monotony, and I
did too. I was a prisoner in the confines of Whitby Plain suburbia nightmare. Cookie
cutter homes and the middle class daily life.
I wouldn’t fit in next to a water looking down on everyone else. I almost lost my edge… a
shadow version of myself. My Light My confidence to shout out and sing had almost gone out
Peering down into the Glacier lake. On top of my mountainous escape into the looking glass
surface I am overjoyed and see the sadness of my trapped heart dissipate
Form:
Desperate Escapes
By Odin Roark
They see only what they need,
That desire to see beyond
The heat and squalor,
The effrontery to their species' senses,
These sentient beings whose 2nd bedroom
Remains the fire escape.
How haunting
The mangy dog sniffing the gutter below,
Ribs needing something besides vanishing hair
To protect his fragile existence,
His pride long gone
Like the optimistic glow of a downtrodden eye
Slowly closing in the darkness of lost hope.
Yet…
Somehow the animal survives,
Knows no ring-of-battle towel to throw,
Not ropes to hang upon,
No round bell of ending to depend upon.
We contemplate…
High above TV antennae sway precariously,
Moon's glow the spotlight,
This era of cable
Beyond reach,
HD a dream for many,
Rabbit ears struggling to survive
Yet another era of poverty.
For such mutual survivors,
Resting on window sills,
Splayed on cast iron escapes
Atop pillow and laundry,
The square screen offers fantasy survival,
Providing dreams in the bed-of-hope
Even though void of reality,
Their innocence clinging,
They survive greed's harsh weapons,
Enduring further nights of longing,
Endemic to cookie-cutter imitations
A grandiose Manhattan perpetual struggle,
Syria's,
Athens',
Perhaps even tomorrow's utopia.
When does the glad hand of deception disappear
The reach of power's greed meet its end?
To talk,
To negotiate,
To be human,
Some believe
Remains futility's endowment.
Never perhaps an epiphanies’ platform,
But fire escapes, stairwells and rooftops around the world
Will always afford relief for the moment,
Trusting someday
There will be
No need
For such painful dreaming…
Such desperate escapes.
Save me – I used to have suicidal ideations in my mind…watch over me, Lord of
Accord…I can’t find the light in goodbye, so let me say before I go – I love you
so, friend of mine – let me unwind for a little while and give me some space if
you can be so kind
Ohhh…see right through my pain – regret & shame slits me like a knife, shaking
in the hands of a cutter – I’m trying to look on the brighter side of life, but I
am blind and I am feeling left behind…ooh I’m trying to leave behind the past if
you don’t mind
Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence – I’ve been driven insane by
Depression and Anxiety…I’ve lived through so much stress and distress, yet
I’m still surviving & I’m still thriving to be positive and to have a happier frame
of mind (someday, I won’t be blind)
So, today is a sun-shining day…and the morning dew of dismay has faded
away
Under the universe, I see happy-go-lucky birds fly gaily…passing away like the
day transforming into night…the illuminated night awakens my mind’s eye and
my mind’s remarkable inspiration
Roam around the City of Serenity and let us both seek the sun, so we can
grow together once more
Vibrant sun shines upon us like a spotlight on the performer
I feel that my alienated ambition has taken its toll on me…I’m no longer a
forlorner
A message to the martyrs who fight while we’re asleep
A message to mothers who bow their heads and weep
A message to the orphans who walk at night alone
A message to the broken hearts that constantly just roam
You’re not alone
You’re not alone
There is a God in heaven who hears your heart.
A message to the cutter who releases pain with knifes
A message to the battered, abused at night wives
A message to the homeless sleeping on the ground
A message to the addict that is dying to be found
You’re not alone
You’re not alone
There is a God in heaven who hears your heart.
Don’t listen to the lies they speak
Don’t listen to the tales that creep
Don’t listen to the messages from hell
The music that wants to cast its spell
There’s power in the name of Christ
Let his love be your only vice
And
Forget how all the elders showed you how to lead
Let Gods word be your one true seed.
You’re not alone
You’re not alone
There is a God in heaven who hears your heart.
By: Sabina Nicole
When I leave this world
It won’t be silently
NO, I will leave behind a note
A note of reproach
For the sin of humanity
In the inability to feel with…to feel for
To truly love
Another human being
Who has the curse of being….
Different
When I leave this world
My words I’ll behind
To a world that was unkind
To a world that only loved
Cookie cutter shapes and sizes
A world with a status quo
That couldn’t be tampered with
A world that embraced
The lovely
The beautiful
The happy….oh the happy
Those with perpetual smiles
With lilting voices of angels
And with beauty of the ages
Those worthy of love
Serene angelic doves
Who never felt despair
But were always bright and fair
When I leave this world
I will leave behind
A legacy for those
Who were unloved
Who didn’t have sound minds
Who struggled along the way
Who tried to be beautiful
Who tried to smile
Through ripped and aching hearts
Who tried to stay afloat
When others would just gloat
Those who tried to be brave
But longed for the grave
To those I will say
“You are beautiful
You are worthy
You are precious
You are priceless
Your mind though tormented
Is full of beautiful treasure
Don’t blame yourself
For not being able to fit
In this selfish and crazy world
You are not a misfit
The world is unable
To make itself fit
To the dazzling beauty of you
So, just do what it takes
Just do what it takes
To get through the pain
To get to tomorrow
Maybe, maybe
You’ll hear my voice
Whisper to you in the breeze
Telling you to make the world
A better place
A more caring place
Because of YOU!"
Eileen Manassian Ghali
In a cutter he sailed
This tanned foreign man
Muscled and handsome
As i watched him step on my island
His long brown hair
Mm, shoulder length
I went weak at the knees
Losing my strength
The evening drew in
As i sat on the beach
Admiring his ship
Craving his reach
When i heard a voice
Saying " good evening to you "
I turned around
And the want in me grew
I said " hello back "
Would you care to join me
On this sunset evening
As i joy at the seas
On the sands we sit
Our lives being discussed
My inner thoughts of this young man
Were beach laid lust
We continued to chat
As we moved real close
We shared a kiss
As our skin was exposed
He picked a red flower
And placed it in my hair
Into his eyes i looked
To desire him here
His muscled body
Held me to his
My breasts outing
My heart in bliss
The warm evening air
Drifts over our skins
In the sands we join
Our pleasurable sins
Its as if the warms winds quieten
Allowing our chorus of love
As the stars peer through
The palm tree leaves up above
In explosive crescendo
Like the breakers on the shore
He excites me like no other
As my body cries for more
In symphony and in sync
We writhe and absorb
Our passion shared
Before natures sinking orange orb
In his arms i lie
Until well into dawn
For i know in my heart
Unto him i am drawn
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You refuse, refusing the salvant call,
laying there in fetal position,
enthralled by my hex of vinegar and scrawl of liquids release that just seem to pour out of me organically.
Hissing in Wormwood's frequency dwelling, Hollywood "your signature home" learning-annex-auxilliary.
My park and recreation facility.
Reserved, this space taken.
A dump, next to unopened salve
and not knowing your own, side-bar-by-law$.
An unlived, contrived existence, of litigation before dawn.
So shine on, shine on,
Dear: ) (Newton Star blink out before the gravity of
persistence, taken aside, the watchtower of your keen eyed media straddle, beacons a distress
call, to your final hour.
The time your nightwatch is voyeur
procured.
Humpty Dumpty asses with sulphur in their saltwatering laffy Taffy maws, fixed, agape, ajar."Give me some sugar baby."
Jezebellians, you shunned, the truth, when it was audio visually- bore.
Gored yourself on the posts of a grinding of mandibles and dripping blood upon the crucible stone and forbidden bindings.
No white night when a guiding light
doth shine on dead eyes.
No silver linings filling those cavities.
Only self, depravity.
Will be mouthed from the still-shine forever moored.
Uttered where windmills churn electro
Codes of algo-executionary tables
to turn.
Churning the butter of temptation
with pouting maid determination.
Mitigated, my starlings it is for,
the ungrateful scored.
Cookie cutter milkmaids of
factorized words.
Music for Nations.
A union of the snake said Plato.
Fall from the night.
As an Nova of unbeknownst, essence,
implode yourself of something more,
lost in the mire of the ignorance of indifference, onloaded to fill an emptiness void of frivolous showroom and commercials shined core.
Enjoy the aftermath in my garden.
Take another bite of my lore.
Rise, a new creation, in new age culturism,
the retro- reel of Humanism, of illusionary-fusion of pride and behind the scenes thrones.
Slavery algorithms,
my Holograms of flesh and Bones.
Burning out on the Threshing floor.
A fable of worth weaves a fair tale,
that wealth possesses and not possessed.
A quest to feign means forges a trail
long jaded by the marks they unveil.
Though blind seeker's minds a treasured chest.
The hope for glory gloats jealousy,
the more the merrier, too cliche,
counting amounts to a specialty
until idle growth reels entropy.
Insignificant be, sensed doomsday.
While the moment ill-timed takes pleasure
as imbalance shortchanged one's fortune.
Debt collectors knock at their leisure
of court rulings, list your worth's measure.
It is beyond the call of margin.
Though street level, not truly gutter,
err midst a fool lacks austerity.
Low-life address as a deal cutter
a debt paid in full hangs aflutter.
A world minus dreamt prosperity.