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In the beginning there was tooth
One tooth and no other
Then about the time of Cane
According to the ancient text
Another tooth grew out of nothing
Similar to the chicken and the egg debate
but a different kind of debacle
Unsolved to this unholy day
About the mouth on the other side of it
Spoken but not said
Grew yet another tooth with teeth about
Destiny revealed three teeth in all
Called by name “teeth” from that day on
Until they fell out of favor
The tooth about tooth is true
I saw it with my own two eyes
One tooth left, one on the other left
A center tooth in the center... That's right
Call it what you will between each other
A story, a non tooth debate, a fake
There were other teeth about the mouth
Some were quite sharp, biting, even tiny
This tooth was about pain, an abscess
In need of pulling at the moment
With the absence of malice or malicious intent
Brought on by the ultimate sin of sugar indulgence
Decay came about but will not be tolerated
Tooth about tooth can be frightening too
Dentistry has come a long way these days
Given the ways of oral hygiene cleansing
Let us pray
By the intercession of angelic forces
Some teeth were saved
Let us pray
The one true tooth was doomed
Decay set in on the chosen root
Nothing is worse than a cavity
Holes in the head are not holy
Should not be empty or void
Children should not eat candy
Should not be consumed by truth
The tooth should be considered first
There was, is and always will be
One true tooth to suffer through
The mouth knows what is coming
About other teeth we can not vouch
But about the tooth about the center
It is the one tooth that must come out
Extraction!.... Ouch!
The time of Cane has long passed
Nova-Cane has come at last, Amen
Its been years now
Since the bombs exploded
I'm all alone
My life eroded
Above the ground
Is not any more
The life has gone
Leaving a putrid core
All my days i stay sitting
Scavenging for food
Even diseased vermin
Look so good
The radiation
Has changed everything
From the sun being round
To seasonal spring
Death and decay
In acrid drift
What natures left
Which way, will its balance shift
I bleed from sores
That take weeks to heal
I bleed from my heart
That was made of steel
My wish for tomorrow
Is not to awake
To leave Desolation Alley
And this nuclear ache
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Sometimes I sit and I ponder.
I ponder about my lacquered erudition.
I ponder about my varnished rectitude.
I ponder about my penning acquiescence.
The insipid tedium of my veins questions my oblivion to a stupor so stark to the glorification of my solitude.
I ponder its adjacent to the extolment of my void.
The seething flame sanctifies the feigning rot of my lungs as I inhale the melancholy of your lips.
Something so soothing.
Something so soaring.
Something so laboriously stinging.
I desire for the salvation of sin;
To tattoo your words on my tongue.
To swallow my decay in your blood.
To fuse your disparity on my webs.
I sit and I ponder.
Am I so inured to the metal of these bars, I distort the culpable intimacy of still yet existing in one?
And thereafter, I ponder whether my silver ashes will ever dare to utter the sinister sacrilege of my syllables.
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To my unfaithful beloved lover, my unfaithful spurned lover
I’ve been placed in the heat of love's passion gone
Betrayed since love's first kiss perceiving you were my heart’s desire
Always begging me to come over, yearning to hold my hand
I’m not taking this anymore, I’m the one to blame
From the heavens above, and the earth beneath
My soul is torn in this emotional game
Was it once love or is it now hate?
I am drowning in my tears, I am suffocating in my fears
All of the false hopes and dreams dead and gone
All Melted into ashes to rise up and to be strong
I am seeking for the remedy, the elixir of a new beginning
My mind wants to scream, my voice wants to choke
Pick me up, sunder my heart, I’m living alone in the dark
With each drop that falls from the sky, I’m bleeding away your love
This corpse of decay that once beat your name is setting me free for another love one day
Was it once love? I’m experiencing hate,
I’m drowning in my tears, I’m suffocating in my fears
All of the false hopes and dreams dead and gone
All melted into ashes to rise up and to be strong
I am searching for the ray of light for a new beginning
After being lost in the desert of scorching lies, I fall into a bloody gushing river, a river of life
Washing away the bruises from yesterday
Peeling the vivid masquerade clowns from my face
I see the reflection of a pulchritudinous figure being carved out of stone
I’m swimming in my tears, I’m overcoming my fears
All of the false hopes and dreams dead and gone…
Gentle hands upon rock foundation, the water flows freely
A sanguine drop on the rose petal nurtures a new creation
Feel the warmth. Start moving. Feel, take the breath of life
Out of the ashes from hearts laceration, I’m resurrected in the light
I am swimming in my tears, I am overcoming my fears
All the false hopes and dreams dead and gone
All melted into ashes to rise up and to be strong
A new beginning, crossing the boundary to a new frontier
Form:
A smile cuts like a knife,
A grin filled with strife.
The wrong message sent,
A facade lies that’s bent.
Don’t talk to me, it’s a charade
Empty words; it is a game you play
I built barriers and walls of stone
What you are I’m better off alone.
You are trash and as dumb as a rock,
Toxic waves, triggering a bomb’s clock.
Poison in my veins, my anger burns
The more I fight, seems the less I learn.
I never learn, I never learn, I never learn
Stand back; we both know what is ahead,
A ticking bomb leaving my heart dead
Don’t send your friends to tell your deeds;
I know where you go, what fuels your needs.
“Everyone knows who you are doing!”
Your laughter is like chains in my mind,
I’m done playing nice; won’t be confined.
Keep your distance in the shadows remain,
This was a storm and you left only pain.
You are trash and as dumb as a rock,
Toxic waves, triggering a bomb’s clock.
Poison in my veins, my anger burns
The more I fight, seems the less I learn.
I never learn, I never learn, I never learn
Don’t touch my hand; it’ll sting
Darkness is what you bring.
Dreams of death and decay;
Let me escape and fade away.
Smoke and mirrors; you don’t care
A counterfeit, a mask worn of fear
After what you did it is best unspoken;
It’s better than having your arms broken
You are trash and as dumb as a rock,
Toxic waves, triggering a bomb’s clock.
Poison in my veins, my anger burns
The more I fight, seems the less I learn.
I never learn, I never learn, I never learn, I never learn…
Beneath the soil, where light cannot reach,
Roots stretch out in secretive silence,
Unseen, they twist and curl,
Drawing life from the depths,
A quiet connection to the earth’s pulse.
They reach through layers of history,
Past the remnants of ages long gone,
Grasping fragments of ancient stories,
Whispering to the present through their touch.
Each root a vessel of memory,
A map of what has been,
A link between past and future,
Rooted in what remains unseen.
The ground holds them,
But they are not bound by it—
They move, shift and grow,
Pushing outward in search of sustenance,
Tasting the minerals that sustain life.
Roots do not ask for recognition;
They work in silence,
In the dark of the earth,
Drawing strength from a quiet world
Of decay and renewal,
Of life returning to itself.
In their depths, there is no rush—
Only the steady persistence of survival,
The slow, deliberate force of growth,
An unspoken patience woven in the dirt.
They resist the drought, the flood,
The disturbances above,
Drawing on an ancient resilience
That knows not of time,
But of cycles—
Of seasons that turn and turn again.
Roots are not mere anchors;
They are the very veins of life,
Lifeblood coursing through the earth,
Invisible, yet essential.
Without them, all would crumble—
No foundation to hold what rises.
They hold the tree, the flower,
They hold the earth itself,
And in their grasp, they remind us—
That growth is not always visible,
That strength is often found in the unseen,
In the quiet persistence beneath.
ACT 1, SCENE 1
Opening night of a new West End Production called
‘Shakespeare: Ode to a Character’
Curtain rises
Enter BENEDICK (in full costume as Ophelia from Shakespeare’s ‘Hamlet’)
BENEDICK:
‘An Ode to Ophelia’
I have a heart,
Which is bound in its own chains,
Arteries crystallised in bleak light.
I want to love,
I want to be loved in return –
More than anything, I feel.
Walking alone,
The ache of an empty life can crash in,
Breaking your tongue,
Cracking like frozen words.
All I want,
Is to hear once the songs you sing,
To think you could love me,
Or even know who I am.
I would wrap my hands
In feathered garlands,
Flowered rings
That may decay with my dying heart.
But, oh god,
I know,
How you drowned in your elemental beauty,
How you collapsed beneath the patriarch.
In your sunken deathbed,
Hair betrothed without such wedded bliss,
Voice silenced in unspoken vows,
You shone like an icon and deity.
Goddess, Diana,
One soliloquy, one heartbreak, one funeral.
Lunar.
But how dare I,
Ophelia,
Ever compare myself to you.
(Exit)
Earth had offered Her eco-centric contract
of love and synergy,
awaiting ego's personal response each day,
each moment,
eager to optimize wealthy health care cooperations
of sacred grace.
Over an apparently inadequate lifetime
ego implied his competitive response:
I grow increasingly excited,
stimulated,
by this co-petitioning challenge
to frame our dissonance,
our operational riddles and puzzles,
games and illogistics
and dark strategies
Measured in statistical decomposition
of the odds for sustaining life
by perfecting hatred and fear
of death's dissociative decay.
I question Earth's right to positive resolution
and harmonic resonance,
as consonant co-governance
of enlightened ego empowering eco
to play win/win,
recreate without sin,
and co-passion nicely together
This co-petition against wasted anxious time
fully exercises my right of conscience,
to re-search 0-sum ego-partisanship
for absolute freedom from eco-dependence.
This co-petition asserts our human natural guild's unlovely preference
for contention over contentment
for sustained longing rather than resilient belonging
for uni-lateral freedom
rather than ego/eco bilateral interdependence.
EarthMother absorbed this richly contentious compost,
this dissembling over cooperative rights of assembly
and competition challenging associative eco-creation
as too inclusive recreation,
divisive of ego's omnipotent present place
in organic space
derived from eco's multisystemic functions
within history's healthiest seasons.
It seems to me,
said She,
Time has unfolded an eco-systemic co-tractive gift,
born of Her binomial grace
in bilaterally felt space,
a belonging response to mutually co-tribute with ego
gratitude for bicameral mutuality
and full freedom of co-scientific consciousness,
to conjoin time's eternal moment
of past personal ego
with future eco recentering life.
Post Scripted: "After all this time and space
repeating inhumane competitions and cooperative contractions,
deductive inducements to balance positive political space
with negative un-ecological economic time,
thank you for remembering why RightBrain felt eco-normics
gave birth to LeftBrain's verbal ego-petitions
in our first through last breathing moment
of win/win eco-operative identity."
Signed: Earth's Polypathic CoOperative Covenant
Out my window
My garden
A microcosm
Of the cycle of life
Fading and elusive
Time refuses to stand still
The cycle continues
That first invisible rumbling
Decay detonates into bursts of life
And before you know it
Buds give way to blossom explosions
Blooming into perfection
With satin petals and vibrant colours
That won’t last forever
Witnessing the wilting of perfection seems cruel
Yet give a turn to the next generation
Just like kids running up and down the slide of life
To repeat the pattern
And know what it’s like
To birthe, be youthful and blossom
Grow old and wilt
Giving us cause to ponder
About what remains and will not wilt
And choose to what meaning to give our life
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on July 21, 2018 for contest IN THE MOMENT OF TIME sponsored by KAI MICHAEL NEUMANN - RANKED 6TH
Unceasingly there is evil and malice in this world,
Waiting for the perfect chance to betray and corrupt.
Even in golden days, when all dwell in happiness and light
Will there be denizens of the night and of deep dark places
Where light is shunned and hope goes to suffer a torturous demise.
But as long as evil broods and waits in contempt of all,
So will there be champions of good and pioneers of virtue,
Seeking out the cruel shadows of the night and besieging their foul strongholds.
For in the days of darkness when hope has failed all,
And dread lords stand tall and pool their might
To spoil the land with filth and decay,
So will stand bastions of valor who defend the helpless,
And maintain unflagging morals in the face of wrath and despair.