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Long poem by JW Earnings | Details

Falling Into Place: Solace Solitude

Let me take a little sip
Of your blessed, breathtaking brilliance that will numb...
This pain I have in this heart of stone
The voices in my head won't leave me alone
I thought I was on my own, but I was wrong 
I was wrong...I belong all along...all along 
Chorus: You're my one and only You're my one and only I'll stay tall, even if I fall You're my one and only You're the social butterfly and I'm the lonely individual You always win, always win our love and hate duel...you're pumping up powerful passion fuel Addicted to the appeal Of your suave, sexy feel I find it appealing for real You made my scars heal You brew butterflies in my stomach My heartache is hurting less and less Your love made me gain my strength and wisdom back Addicted to your appeal, but still drinking the liquor of lament that's in excess Oh I'm such a miserable mess...mess... I must confess, I love the way you dress... I must address that I'm going away very soon I'll see you in another blue moon or maybe on an admirable afternoon For you're the one and only that I love You're the one and only I dream of Missing you due to the departure yesterday Tomorrow will be a much greater day Cuz I'll be having it my way with you someday... I wanna hear what you're gonna say...today... I pray to see your glistening face of mesmerizing May You're my one and only You're my one and only That doesn't leave me lonely Cuz I was a pile of bones in a graveyard Then, your poetry gave me inspiration and a motivation to move on... I'd like to thank you, my one and only bard Who is the fiber of my flavorful being Sprinkle salt and pepper upon my distasteful flavor, darling If not, then graze in your own maze and be amazed by your own praise Stay in tune with the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of this one and only heart of poetic art
Verse 4: Beautiful moments spent with you are stuck in my head
Holding back tears that allow me to wander off in dread 
Your good soul brought me higher off the ground
My darling devil was my angel during dark times...making me ecstasy-bound
Your shadows, your reflections 
Your blessed breeze blows, rejections sugarcoated with your affections 
Turn the wheel towards vibrant freeways 
Freedom is for real when I graze in the maze of our tranquil days 

Chorus: You're my one and only You're my one and only I'll stay tall, even if I fall You're my one and only You're the social butterfly and I'm the lonely individual You always win, always win our love and hate duel...you're pumping up powerful passion fuel Addicted to the appeal Of your suave, sexy feel I find it appealing for real You made my scars heal You brew butterflies in my stomach My heartache is hurting less and less Your love made me gain my strength and wisdom back Addicted to your appeal, but still drinking the liquor of lament that's in excess Oh I'm such a miserable mess...mess... I must confess, I love the way you dress... I must address that I'm going away very soon I'll see you in another blue moon or maybe on an admirable afternoon For you're the one and only that I love You're the one and only I dream of Missing you due to the departure yesterday Tomorrow will be a much greater day Cuz I'll be having it my way with you someday... I wanna hear what you're gonna say...today... I pray to see your glistening face of mesmerizing May You're my one and only You're my one and only That doesn't leave me lonely Cuz I was a pile of bones in a graveyard Then, your poetry gave me inspiration and a motivation to move on... I'd like to thank you, my one and only bard Who is the fiber of my flavorful being Sprinkle salt and pepper upon my distasteful flavor, darling If not, then graze in your own maze and be amazed by your own praise Stay in tune with the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of this one and only heart of poetic art

Verse 5: I don't believe I'll find that special someone...all my battles aren't won
Because I've been heartbroken way too many times
Sick of being neglected and rejected...all I can do is find the adored one 
Addicted to the pain in my heart...it's hard to pay the price of committing crimes
I take back the words I said to you yesterday...
I'm a liar by your side and not at all loyal
I'm capable of making someone's day horrible in any way,
But I choose to be a healer of wrecked hearts, Not a stealer of young hearts...
My smile will glimmer like ruby diamonds, so precious and royal 
I've fallen so low on my feet...I've lost your heartbeat 
Who will raise up and make me feel complete?
Chorus: You're my one and only You're my one and only I'll stay tall, even if I fall You're my one and only You're the social butterfly and I'm the lonely individual You always win, always win our love and hate duel...you're pumping up powerful passion fuel Addicted to the appeal Of your suave, sexy feel I find it appealing for real You made my scars heal You brew butterflies in my stomach My heartache is hurting less and less Your love made me gain my strength and wisdom back Addicted to your appeal, but still drinking the liquor of lament that's in excess Oh I'm such a miserable mess...mess... I must confess, I love the way you dress... I must address that I'm going away very soon I'll see you in another blue moon or maybe on an admirable afternoon For you're the one and only that I love You're the one and only I dream of Missing you due to the departure yesterday Tomorrow will be a much greater day Cuz I'll be having it my way with you someday... I wanna hear what you're gonna say...today... I pray to see your glistening face of mesmerizing May You're my one and only You're my one and only That doesn't leave me lonely Cuz I was a pile of bones in a graveyard Then, your poetry gave me inspiration and a motivation to move on... I'd like to thank you, my one and only bard Who is the fiber of my flavorful being Sprinkle salt and pepper upon my distasteful flavor, darling If not, then graze in your own maze and be amazed by your own praise Stay in tune with the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of this one and only heart of poetic art
Bridge: The sunlight is blocked by the moonlight tonight
I'm young and free and no one can stop me from being me
I feel like everything is going right tonight when you and I hold each other tight 
I'm waiting for our future to take flight while our hearts seek paradise to the highest degree 
I was in the depths of my despair when our friendship broke apart 
Oh my darling devil, I'm willing to abide by your side 
I fight the urge to depart from the truth that sets us free from the start 
Oh my darling devil, swallow me up like a dark tide and take me on a raging ride

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by JW Earnings | Details

The Back Burner

I heard you calling my name in an echoing whisper 
I saw a bird take wing in the whirling wind of disaster 
I put my weary head on your broad shoulders
The moment we touched, I was broken boulders
I thought I was latching on to someone so trustworthy and positive
I assume you don't wanna resume with this relationship that made a wrong turn...
I believe in love, but it has made me weak inside...as a result, it's fairly negative 
I bloom like a lily in spring in the pond of rain pain, still feeling rejection's burn and the ocean's emotions churn 
When is it my turn to shine on 
Like the break of dawn?
The break of dawn is soon to be gone for good and this ominous sadness goes on and on and on 

I was le-e-eft in the back burner in ancient times 
I was astonished to hear the clever clock chimes 
I was alarmed by your sudden departure
You were gone out of my life forever...and ever...
I was messed with several times here and there
There you go again, piling up in my mind...
Feeling tattered and threadbare 
Threatened by your tone of voice...a gold I cannot find, 
A-a-and I've tried to search for you...the smoke making me blind 

Oooooh mmmm x3

I did more harm than good
I guess I ain't good blood...
Sick and tired of being misunderstood...
You turned me off, snapping off the morning wood...
Not really in the greatest mood...
Set me free from your solitude that has made my barriers so much harder to fight off
Upsetting me...don't stop resenting the evil deeds of mankind's society, you and I had enough! 
Life is getting too tough...
Being in my skin is rough...
I wasn't thinking straight
I couldn't help but hesitate 
Am I too late to change?
I need to turn around and count my change and find time to rearrange 

I was le-e-eft in the back burner in ancient times 
I was astonished to hear the clever clock chimes 
I was alarmed by your sudden departure
You were gone out of my life forever...and ever...
I was messed with several times here and there
There you go again, piling up in my mind...
Feeling tattered and threadbare 
Threatened by your tone of voice...a gold I cannot find, 
A-a-and I've tried to search for you...the smoke making me blind 

Oooooh mmmm x3

Oh bless my soul that's been split in two 
Although I loved you so, can't stop remembering what you do...
What you did to me and the things you put me through, you know?
You let the Shame show
Rumor is spreading aglow
You didn't even blow...
My mind with your blessings that you bestow
I'm shapeless like an octopus in the sea
I'm relentless like the lion in hunting mode
I'm restless like the owl in the night of vibrancy 
You punched in the code to bring me back to my one and only admirable abode...hold up, let me sing you this ode...from my hound heart, 
Wisdom from the old 
Left untold, but I am bold
I am shivering, for it's too cold
For you to say that your heart's already sold
To another guy that can hold in so much pressure and can carry a large load

 I was le-e-eft in the back burner in ancient times 
I was astonished to hear the clever clock chimes 
I was alarmed by your sudden departure
You were gone out of my life forever...and ever...
I was messed with several times here and there
There you go again, piling up in my mind...
Feeling tattered and threadbare 
Threatened by your tone of voice...a gold I cannot find, 
A-a-and I've tried to search for you...the smoke making me blind 

Oooooh mmmm x3

The world of woe
Is calling your name 
It would like to know 
If you should take the blame 
Shame...on you...
You left me in the back burner 
The actions that you do
The words were hot as a heater 
The past shan't be undo 
I wish you well in your future journeys
I wish you luck to catch the blessed breeze
Praying for you to have peace of mind
We're only human and we're awfully blind, but He doesn't mind 
One bit I suppose
Our time is coming to a close
You are a rose that sprouts words of prose
You are beautiful and I particular adore your nose
Tell me if you need me
If you want me badly
Xoxo me all over
Oxox me till it's over
I was a bit of a loner
But now, I have a social boner 
Don't say it's all over
Because you are the weeds and I the clover
Pull them out and dig deep in the roots
Then, you'll clearly see the filth that I shook off my cowboy boots 

I was le-e-eft in the back burner in ancient times 
I was astonished to hear the clever clock chimes 
I was alarmed by your sudden departure
You were gone out of my life forever...and ever...
I was messed with several times here and there
There you go again, piling up in my mind...
Feeling tattered and threadbare 
Threatened by your tone of voice...a gold I cannot find, 
A-a-and I've tried to search for you...the smoke making me blind 

Oooooh mmmm x3

Have you no shame?
Have you no shame at all...
Hunting me down like game
You ignored my call...my xoxo call...
End the lullabies of lamentation 
Mend the heart that's torn apart
Don't offend me or I'll be raped by frustration 
Send me more than enough of your love...my finest, most precious...gracious art 
I see that you aren't impressed with me
My feelings I expressed aren't important, I see?
Amaze me 
Flare my soul
My only plea 
Is to bang at my skull
With your sensational bliss
That will wipe away all loneliness 
To the bottom to the top,
Don't stop touching me, oh please don't stop till I produce fruit like a crop 
I am like a shoe-shop, you have the option to shop and drop before you get caught by the cop 

I was le-e-eft in the back burner in ancient times 
I was astonished to hear the clever clock chimes 
I was alarmed by your sudden departure
You were gone out of my life forever...and ever...
I was messed with several times here and there
There you go again, piling up in my mind...
Feeling tattered and threadbare 
Threatened by your tone of voice...a gold I cannot find, 
A-a-and I've tried to search for you...the smoke making me blind 

Oooooh mmmm x3

Shooting me down while I gathered up
Head in the dumps, but feet in the sky
Giving up after giving in to failure...served to me in a wine cup
My foolish brain spins around in circles and I don't know why
I even try 
I even try

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Laura Breidenthal | Details

Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 34

I listened to his heart profusely, 
For a beat like his was much to ponder
I often wondered, his thoughts, and,
A light in me knew, with wretched wonderment
What the whispers in his mutterings meant to me

They promised no salvation
And they lusted more than I could possibly offer

I refused to see a union as it seemed so clear to be
I would see us as separate rudiments,
Oil and water
From the same creator 
A dissonance and a resonance
Amicable only in his dreams
And fading sternly away from my reality

I listened to his voice, 
I heeded his words
How they sounded with the instruments, 
The lucid tunes and tones, 
Exquisite beating of the wings
Strange rhythms, day and night,
Hearing for the first time
What God would have closed His ears to
Like a world of iniquities presented to him,
From the blood of Christ,
He would turn His face away
With no question and no hesitation

Yes, I listened like a sinner, 
And grew fond like a fallen one
This he knew, and his eyes became like melting swirls
Of worlds unknown, like paths not yet traversed
Calling me by name
His lips ardent for mine and readied
Teeth rinsed with his acute ascertainment 
In all his coldness,
There was only warmth in my heart
Mixed with the dread of certain loss

“Do you?” He began, perceiving my enfeebled state,
“Truly, do you love me so?
Still, in this moment,
With your heart devoted to Christ’s very feet,
With the risk of losing everything you hold honor to,
Past time and history…
Past hatred, war and devastation 
Past Death and his inevitable strumming…
How can you love me, 
Amongst the dead that Hades laughs at,
How can you love me,
Oh strange daughter, spirit, woman,
That I have touched so gently with my wicked hands,
How still does your flame burn?”

His eyes caught mine as I knew they would,
As I kneeled to the ground
Retching emotions immeasurable
He lifted me up with those eyes
With a force unheard of,
A force with a thousand silent cries

“I know the source of your power over me,
From the love that sustains me
And as it manifests into this lustful pyre, 
I wonder now, if you ask for any purpose,
but to crush me down further…”
I bit down on my lips to hide my breathy desire
He stood before me as one who waits for truth
His hand, hot, searing, touching my face 
An inhalation,
Followed by a morbid smile of amusement 

“You strike me more than a mere insect,
You are easily more to me than a toy or a tool
You are an unprecedented magic unscathed,
A craft disentangling, unraveling
Yet you are a thousand breaths unlived,
Breaths that have yet to taste what it means
To be permittable, free, incorruptible! 
Can you love me?
Or can you only love my suffering
Can you only love me when you are sure of my failure?”
His hand tore from me with sudden rage in his jerk,
But his form remained towered over my own
And I stood motionless,
My ears picking up on the frequencies of his fury
My eyes wetting with desirous indignation

“You know I love you!” I spat.
“Death and Hades cringe at such love!
What more must I say, sing, or decree?
What tune, inkling, expression or phrase 
Can sway the likes of the Devil,
Toward a light that is but extraneous to you?
You are her!
That Darkness, Empress, Queen she is, 
She breathes and exhales the same intonations,
The same beats of your plotting heart
She is you, sharing in this love I dare to love, 
You cannot have, nor give!
She will not let you!
I love you alone, 
And you love only her in return!”

His smile faded into monomaniac desire
He craved all that was in me
To surface, 
That he may drink in newfound knowledge
And newfound pain

“And here I am,” I continued in song,
“I listen to you day and night,
Singing your melodies,
Reveling in your dynamic wake
I sleep and see you there,
In my dreams
How can I be here without the beat of your heart
Murmuring sweet nothings into my hopeful ears? 
I love you knowing I will never have you
Like she does
I love you knowing I will see you no more
As she does
I need the truth and I need my God
I need all these things to live
And continue to love
God has given me your songs
That I may sing with you
And understand how we will always contrast
I want nothing more than to be like them,
The wise, and the experienced,
The honored and righteous hearts
With faith unaltered
I lost it all for love,
My human life was but a grain of sand
Flowing into the fitful palm of your hand…
I have loved you for centuries,
In the short human life I lived,
To my dying day from disease
And even in my deathly sleep,
I loved you with every inch of my existence
I have felt you writhe upon my awakening
Tortured and torn…
Your groaning and calling,
I have felt your agony alone
I love you
And I am the only one,
The only one who will say it 
The only one who listened
The only one who questioned
The only one who answered…”

I knew he heeded the words,
I knew his malice was hidden away
Only for this moment his rage still remained
He drew breath with urges immense
As he sung,

“This need, 
Like your need for your Creator, 
Is your burden
Your want is an uncontrollable will
Your want is a freedom I thrive on
My reason for rebellion
You need Him
Yet you love me
In the quiet chaos of your needs
Your want for me
Must be your downfall
And our uprising
Your lips have spoken much pain alone
But have not touched to discover inseparability 
You say I love nothing,
But I want you decidedly,
Like love futilely wants me
She is my idea, my foundation
You are my peak, my victory…”

In the midst of music we hummed harmonies
His rage left his eyes and he swallowed his schemes
In a soft gulp of present longing
His magnetic eyes drew me in closer
I could see every contour, every curvature 
He pressed his lips on mine,
The thumps of his heart intensifying upon me
He felt my love and my purpose lingering on his,
It burned him more than he could possibly burn me
And upon departure of this heated exchange,
He paused to say,
“Yes, yes, it is clear,
In all the world,
In all the universe
You are the only one.” 

1/5-6/2018

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2018

Long poem by Laura Breidenthal | Details

Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 36

I sung all the night with the Devil,
It seemed harmony had found itself spooning with dissonance
Not indeed needing to be one or the same
Yes—the light indeed could sustain itself in the midst
Of what then was our prison
Now a sanctuary of content wonder—
Now,
Saturated in tears,
With me
Had become an unsustainable haven
Destined for Lady Darkness to engulf fully
Upon my departure
She would have him solely to herself, yes
As was her vocation,
Her meaning of life as I knew it

I had been wary of the sensitive state immersing my frame
I had fought desire blindly even as the waves of the Holy Spirit
Had guided me to a sure outflow of strength
I had told God to fight with me
And now I was bleeding in the idea of losing it all
Losing the idea of what had brought me here to begin with
To love
And understand
This creature whom I have realized I loved
All along
All the more…

How could love commune with the Prince of Darkness?
How was I sensible, possible,
In this state of dreamy longing?
All that is love is God
How then could I love the Devil
With God’s agape love akin? 
How wary I was to begin with
When suddenly I have been brought to the falls of spewing desires
After seeing his very tear shed for my eyes alone
Caution—caution! 
Gripping me, capturing me again
I heard His voice warning me over and over
About the deceptions, the lies…
Could those tepid tears be but lies?
How could I crush the words the Lord had given?
How could I question? 

For it was He, Almighty God
Who had spoken to me in the light of day
Safe from the shadows of doubt
It was God, the voice who spoke to the shafts of the universe
To the fashioned stars, to the heated galaxies
Ready to behold feverish, mortal breaths
On a world blemished, first blessed
The voice who had spoken to every plant,
And every beast
That quietened the sphere
And every recalcitrant deed therein
The voice, with anger, but no malevolence traced
Who had imparted my heart to sing
And bring forth light
To even the damned Prison of Plot
He exploded, His voice, in the night, in my dreams
He warned me over and over
To take heed lest I be lost forever
Ensnared in the wants that have converted me to sin

And yet another voice, awakening me,
With consonance bright and restful
Apprehensive and ardent
Haunting
And in every way passionate,
His strident voice, deep and supple,
Began,

“Stay here just a little longer more as your God
Has allowed you
Has granted me this beatific company 
Take wing into my creations
Travel with me freely
Do not reason to die
Dream to live with me forever!
Yes—I laughed at you!
Though like your God I test you!
Yet never—never—
Will I abandon you

Do not pause at the discretion of your delicate mind
Remember my tears the night before
What wonders they have shown you
They tasted of your own
For I have devoured your sorrows
And have given you joy sevenfold
We shall fall no more,
But rise in the surety of our love.”

I opened my eyes to his face
He gazed like one enchanted by lights in the night
His face was like a kiss of reminiscence 
A trace of remembered ecstasy 
His face interrupted my thoughts
With details stronger, sharper than ever before
I longed then to taste again
The lips that sung to me
And I faltered in the faint sound
Of his laughter escaping his shameless mouth

“Oh sweet voice, soft as fire…
Treacherous as fire—
Why ever have I come here to die?
And to crumble willingly, die with you?
To cry with you? 
Do not laugh!
Will I powder to earth by these subtleties?
Will I become one with Hades again?
To meet Death’s gaze willingly
Again?
Surely Gehenna awaits us both now
For you and He alike know the truth—
The shame I conceal
That is ever revealed!”

He frowned at me,
“Or shall you forget, glory and all,
And assemble yourself in line
With all other fools,
For the sacred touch of repentance,
For the doom of everlasting obedience?
I shall not let you forget me
After I have cried for you!”

I let my hands fall into his,
As I gazed at the gloom I had brought him
“Remember my time here is short—
And it seems in God’s eyes I have fallen even shorter,
These desires inside me will stretch my time
My memories of you will keep you alive forever
I will curb my hopes in misery,
The moment of your defeat…
And yet, I embark upon your passions,
Evermore I fall, I bite into hidden truths
Through the salt of your willing tears
How shall I not share such fruit?”

He pulled me from the ground to hold me,
Standing tall with him, closer
To avert my attention toward our creation
How the maelstrom remained,
Floating and mixing with my light
It still remained—how could I have forgotten?
In silence I begged His voice to strengthen me,
Yet all I could hear was our music—
The oath of my wants
And in the corner of my eye
I could see them—
Louder, hear them!
The four horses galloping 
In their round and round revelation
Their hooves restless in the maelstrom’s
Thickest interior…

“Just think—
Think of the power of your God
Think of the vastness of his thoughts
Had He known of your conflictions?
Even before you longed to be in my presence, 
Surely!
Of your love for me?
Indefectibly!
Or of my own love?
Perhaps more doubt rots in your heart
Than His own
In all of His pastoral considerations,
He knows your heart
Just as you know my tears
He knows you are a clever spirit,
And no outcome is set in stone.”

I heard their neighing louder 
Our creation surrounding us
I asked him softly,
“Could you silence them but a moment?
See, I wish to show you my hopes
Even if they are but foolish dreams…”

The horses ceased their terrible cries
The swoops of their hooves fell silent
The half-drowned demons remained quiet
Hades huffed and Death doted 

“I obey my love’s request,
With a trusting heart,
Open to your song,
I rest in you the reigns.”

March 2, 2018

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2018

Long poem by Laura Breidenthal | Details

Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 37

I heard two distinct voices in the night,
Conversing amongst themselves most eagerly
They whispered like children in excitement
Their sardonic mouths sung many savvy tunes
It was Death I could perceive, defending me,
And he, a strange, distant friend
Seemed lost there, 
In suspense and confidence  

“It is endearing, surely that she should come before us,
A follower of the Way—once human, now spirit,
To flare her light into a roaring abyss of demons and daftness! 
And our Prince—how willingly he hands her the reigns!
Tell me Hades, what wonders shall she show his gleeful eyes,
Shall they enrage them, or intrigue them?”

I could hear Hades grimace before his scoff uttered note:
“Death, if but her rotting flesh reminds me how quick—
How easy love dies in the face of righteous reason, 
I would think her mad—idiotic, to even dream, 
That she could deter his darksome mind 
From the plans he has definitively set to
Against God above—against my lavishing earth!
I ruled its underbelly and smelt its most penetrating odors
It shall exceed its rot, I tell you—just as the armies 
He assembles in his rancid reign 
Shall find that they blend bitterly in the blood-soaked soils
Like her grandfather in warfare
Blending, old, dying, and definite!
The sodden, soiled world Whitman wrote of—
A soggy, reeking mesh of red, greens, blacks, bone whites
Ashen and Ashamed 
Oh how I miss it—
And here only—only!
I regulate the soot, and you keep watch
Over those who have not yet resurrected!
Fleeting are our roles here, like dancing Time 
As she, pretty in her prime,
Is promised forever young to the good!
And, we, we whom are not good,
Only lust for more of her
As she languishes in evergreen age! 

What dreams do you imagine in these 
Stupid, unresurrected bones? 
She should be asleep amongst the dumbest skulls!
Can they not be as silly as her own? 
How mad the Almighty must have been
To drag her like a mouse before us!
Throwing her into a well of raging dogs! 
How cruel and unusual
That she feels she belongs in his jaws
I would love her better caressing her rotted flesh,
I would love her better digesting her bones
In the mouths of insects and worms!
At least in nourishing these creatures, 
I give only straight answers,
If not, silence! 
Just awful—truthful—frowns!”
	
Death’s gravelly laugh, low, and rumbly,
Pained the circling Hades, 
Finding his way round the pool of water,
Where he could sprawl in what remained of his soot  

Hades’ last word resounded
Just after the strum of Death’s bass 
Filled the well with resentment, unrest
And rising, rising slowly, mysteriously,
A mass of shadow with the reddest blood-gushing eyes,
Facial features hidden in darkest fogs and mists,
Of confidence and strangest intention,
Death looked down upon Hades’ ashen frown 
Amused,
Chuckling 

“You miss the point, grim Hades, 
You needn’t be bitter of her mindboggling dreams!
The fruit must be shared—you see,
The fruit must be shared! 
There is no shame in her arrival,
And no wonder in her departure
Just as flesh lives, ideals oscillate
Just as flesh dies, evil vacillates
He welcomes—welcomes a courageous,
Rectifying, challenging, rebellious
Disparate, diffident soul! 
Surely you see she is drawn to the darkness
For a certain purpose?
And even if she catches its danger—if it is shouted out
In booms and downpour and punishment,
With the Almighty’s harshest Word— 
She cannot stray from its sway,
Nor shield herself from her want
He consumes her like the plague 
Among the ignorant! 
Cruel—no, delicious Hades, 
Irresistible is the fruit she must share!  
And what she shall show them in their maelstrom,
Shall it be her ultimate dream of their union?
Shall it be he, a higher strength of he,
Repented, alive and well, 
Rejuvenated by light!  
Separated from the bonds of darkness…
Shall it seed in him everlasting love,
Shall it give him attainable peace—if not but an alternative?
Shall it give him merely rage or surprising reverie?
It shall give him— only agony?
I cannot believe it for a second!”

Hades spat and snarled, ceasing his scamper
To scoff and laugh low
“You are lofty, suicidal—wild!
To overjoy for anything more
For this ghost-ridden romance!
Where are you in all of this? 
How can you even care!? 
You destine only to be nothing,
In thought that you, 
In your nonexistence, 
May somehow, impossibly dream!
You are paradoxical—just as she is!
Desperate—just as we are!

This is how it will be—
He will return to his villainous placement
For who can leave his Lady long?
Just as you can never leave—though you may dare to dream,
He will be freed only to be bound again
She, only now in her present stay,
Finds a home in his darkest secrets 
Like a snake to its caressing burrow
And she shall slither with us in its harsh oblivion
KNOWING LESS THAN BEFORE
(he whispered this—though I heard it as thunder)
Foolish infant she is!
Careless—wild!
Intolerably, stupidly sweet! 
But it is our Lady—
His truest power,
The bitter lips containing the poisons
Of which he needs of her to thrive
The child shall awaken from her nightmare—
To know this bitter truth
And leave him alone once again
And in our time we will witness his wars
We will marvel at their numbers—
Like sands of the sea they say!
Only to watch them cave in,
As we prophetically die with him
Gehenna…the true Gehenna,
Of nonexistence
And I, merely the worms,
Shall fall away
And you shall do the same.”

Death remained solemnly quiet for some time,
Taken with Hades’ disparaging words 
As the night drifted away into the day
He turned to me,
As I lay there, 
Beholding these two beings
He stared into my eyes,
A paternal knowing in their glow
I blinked slowly into them
Into its red hug

“She awakens, to lighten his great wings…
Continue your circles of doubt, Hades 
While I will bet on greater things…”  

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2018

Long poem by Gary Bateman | Details

Rosalia - The Evil Black Witch of the Harz, Part Seven

Rosalia - The Evil Black Witch of the Harz, Part Seven

The Final Days:  Rosalia’s Death and Destruction
In the wake of such evil, debauchery and depravity what can be said now in the case of Rosalia?

Now in her mortal form the old black witch no longer had the unspeakable power of hell-spawned evil at her instant command. In spite of the victory of the power of goodness and light and the attenuation, if not the dissolution of witchcraft in the Harz, the memory of who Rosalia was and what she had done could now begin to be eased somewhat from the minds of local people and the clergy. But the memory of Rosalia and her evil could never be forgotten.  How could it be otherwise?

After three months of confinement in the dungeon at the Burg Worlerede, a fortress castle, very near to Cloister Marten in the Harz, Rosalia was eventually tried and convicted in a special church court convened at this castle to try cases concerning witchcraft and sorcery, which were beyond the normal jurisdiction of civil courts. Monseigneur Wolfgang Augustus Hardenberg of Cloister Marten was the residing church chief judge with four priests in his assistance serving as subordinate church judges.  One civil magistrate judge from the local Harz provincial government participated, in an advisory capacity, with the five church judges in these special judicial proceedings against Rosalia.

Everyone in attendance at the witchcraft trial of Rosalia knew what the outcome would be. With that said, the testimony of her victims on public record dragged on for several weeks, to include the final interrogation and confession of witchcraft and supreme evil doings by Rosalia herself.

In her rebuttal statement to the assembled church tribunal, Rosalia actually gained some of her old fire back as she spoke to the group—in a taunting and derisive manner. Rosalia showed no remorse whatsoever for what she had done and perpetrated upon others. She still renounced the Almighty Lord God and did not ask for his mercy and forgiveness. Her love and passion for being and existence was still with her god, Lucifer, who had forsaken her at last in her hour of need during All Hallows’ Eve and the Black Witches’ Sabbath. 

As easy as it might have been at that moment to pity such a pathetic and revolting creature, Rosalia’s hurtful words in complete defiance of God and her taunting mockery and snickering at the victims of her black deeds were beyond the pale of any shred or strand of human decency.

At the conclusion of Rosalia’s rebuttal statement, Monseigneur Hardenberg announced the verdict and sentence of the special church court:

“Rosalia, Black Witch of the Harz and Purveyor of Lucifer’s Evil on this Earth, you are hereby adjudged by this special court of being guilty of the practice of Witchcraft and Sorcery, and the murder of untold numbers victims over the centuries to this present one, and for the malicious corruption of your victims’ souls as they died in torment and faced the reality and agony of eternal damnation. And your acts even against young children and babies are so unspeakable and abominable that they readily defy any iota of rational understanding in our human society here on Earth. All these actions reflect your absolute depravity and lack of regard for human life, and they defy directly the teachings of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. All of your transgressions have been entered into the final record by this assembled court.”

“As a priest and a man of the cloth, I would normally ask the Almighty Lord God to have pity on you and your soul. But you have no mortal soul since you have been in very long service to Satan himself. Once more, you have committed the ultimate sacrilege by renouncing the Almighty Lord God yourself.”

“Therefore, there can be no plea of mercy or divine forgiveness rendered for you by this court on your behalf.  Your final fate and disposition beyond the reach of this court lies ultimately with your master—Satan.”

“It is therefore the judgment of this court that you Rosalia—Black Witch of the Harz—be taken on the next morn’ at dawn to the gallows specially constructed here at Worlerede and this is where you shall be hanged by the neck until pronounced dead, and then your mortal body shall continue to hang for three days on public display, for all to see, and then your mortal body shall be burned by fire while it is still in its hanging position. Your mortal body shall burn until it disintegrates into nothing but fine burnt ashes.”

“In God’s name, this is so adjudged and it shall be done!”
 
As Monseigneur Hardenberg finished his verdict and sentencing, before Rosalia was to be bound and shackled for her departure from the court, he asked her if she had any final words for the court.

At that very moment the wily old hag became extraordinarily animated, and in a wild-eyed uncontrollable manner, jumped high into the air with an energy she had not possessed in a while and made this very provocative pronouncement to the Monseigneur and all concerned:

“Monseigneur you may have me hanged and burned into nothingness, but I shall once again triumph with Lucifer’s will and power behind me for I lay eternally in his bed and seek not Jehovah’s forgiveness and the rapture of Heaven. My Master will restore me once again and resurrect me to return and execute his evil deeds once again here on Earth. It is I who renounce you and all the people assembled in this court. I renounce what all of you stand for. I curse all of you forever, and I shall be there at the very Gates of Hell awaiting the day when I can greet all of and condemn you to eternal hell fire and damnation on my Master’s behalf. A curse of death and eternal damnation be upon you all, and all of the relatives who follow you for future generations to come!”

End of Part Seven

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany (September 20, 2014)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Ir0nic ZiNk | Details

SOCIAL PRIVY

justice 

What does this vastly misunderstood word mean to you? 

Too what ends? 

May we seek? 

Who(m) may guide us? 

Endless deliberation (spiss spiss spiss)

Debated and glorified by us all 

Beloved; instilled among (a) core integrity 

Coddled and looked upon/after with parental instinct 

Construed through social media 

Society builds (an) imagination

An ideal becoming real

As real as... 

Pain

Life 

Death 

As real as...it gets... 

Trusted by innocence 

Betrayed in founding our guilts

Right depicts wrongs and lies are monologued

Full fledge imaginary tales 

Molded like bacteria into our eternally doomed plaguing generosity after imploding back into from whence it came, plagued in 
Plagued out 

Set up by self 

Righteous justice delivered and plated in first class bull shit-ness

Coffin(g)' bull shit (ness)

Casting lie after selfish lie, inception, role played until perfection carries in action 

Orchestrated beautifully and directed accordingly suiting presentation of currency 
Whether that be in time or it of monetary value 

Emotionally effective, affected by minds' deception 

Chords stroked with brilliance master bated egotistical(s) religiously every night before bed 

Wet dreamt down covered by impost and then ingested along side with breakfast... forgotten  

Conveniently revealed through indecent exposure, then paraded around, as if to be considered within the same sentence(s) as truth; nonetheless, lied through a tooth 

Nails chalk board out records' as screeching can be seen screaming for more farce facts 

Depart from 

Truth 

Depart from? 

Fact 

How? 

How can you expect me to depart from any? 

How? 

As if I can possibly part path ways of destiny 

What am I left with to depart from once I deplane thyself? 

Wouldn't destiny choose my fate prior to departure and my fate be eternally booked reasonably just? 

Depart from society? 

Asking miraculous birth of mortal man; imperfectly deficient (of)

Depart from paths paved in black tar and crushed rock created by belief of/invisible value placing objects, taxed paid tolled and replayed cyclically fooling ignorant man into personally disbelieving in (the) passing perfect dream 

Filling lines at check stands following the footsteps of order

Control 

Instructed to

Portrayed vividly by 

Whispering lies slip through vestal ears and colored in, between the lines 

Lines? 

Lines layed out by leadership and puzzled people are peices used 

Valued by our circumstantial net worth under what true value capable 

Able to 

Impossible to comprehend 

Incomprehensible possibilities 

A perfect perfidy 

Our eternally tragic flaw 

Our destiny 

Or destination 

Currently aboard 

Physical and mental residency

Unreasonably reasoned into reasons (to which we reside)

Everything happens for a reason 

Excusing moral complex of duty 

Temporary relief, masking our seams in convenient tape

Order observed 

The fools fall for it every time!
(HA ha ha Ha ha)

Easy to carry out this conducted charade

Ducks in a row line up to shoot fish in a barrel (word-play)

Bait tackles hooks line and sinker (play-on)

The wheels in the sky keep on turning (word player)

Spinning up webs, interlacing lies formulated with meticulous planning, and practiced... and perfected... 

Sculpted into real life 

Believed intrepidly with ease 

Creation 

Created man kind 

Man kind is in fact, a creation

Singular significance is but a lie away from an insecurity 

Trapping man after man with its tricks and treating him to an easy life, laid out in scripture, utilizing deception to coerce belief in a mass scale. (on)

Social strategy that relies on deception and is ordered and instructed (in)

Climates' of change are handled accordingly, (and) shifts are taken in, (and) handed out as the players rotate, cyclically fluctuating so to suit the finite demands—that is life and also—death 

Who is the (at) top 

Who is the (at) bottom 

Maybe the bottom is the top and the top is simply a cycle shift away from hitting rock bottom (at)

Cycle 

We being the jokers 

All of us

Played by ourselves

Only as great as our greatest and as weak as our weakest and more likely ruled by the majority party (-on dude)

Major jack asses 

(Salute;)

Ordering our own destiny (it would seem)

Collectively dissolving 

Only to be as a lie (the)

A lie we tell 

We believe (the)

Convincing each other of our insignificance and conveniently maintained. (lie)

Filing into lines, we order our own indignation. (righteous)

Interpreted by the "higher" as a blessing and disguised by the "lower" as weakness. (class)

Morals are departed from by the majority and circumstance reveals present coarse while the story tells timely tales as lies are simply adjusted—like a tune—and radiated through glorification; (and) ratified by righteousness to personally appear (as); just. (if)

Justice is what we all reason it to be. (only)

Reasons that make it ok to condone such (a) lie. 

Cycles of life effect change and affect us—accordingly

Cycles are continuous and ironically—polarizing. 

The tip top of the tippy top is but a click clock from a clicky clock—(away)—from rock bottom. (bot)

Temporary 

Circumstantial

Cyclic 

Collected 

And collectively believed at a mass scale majority (to be) perceived and conceived ingested molested and righteousness is ultimately elected; articulated (as) we believe lies (to the) reality (of) such nature (to) become... (extents)

of

justice       

10-31-16
(Boo) 


    

Copyright © Ir0nic ZiNk | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by JW Earnings | Details

The Inception: The Dark Side of Me

I’m broke without your love to repair me…

My young heart breaks into two and you push on the brakes…

Three strikez…you’re owt…. Get lost….that is my only plea

Our lives were at stake and we were taking way tooooo many risks…for my cat’s 9 sakes

We were 1…whatever happened to that?
Who release the rat? Was that you, cat?
We are 2…what’s wrong with you? 
Why did you lose your other shoe?
There it goes again…. ……… 

Let the pain I inflict upon you 
Internalize for a second or two
You filled my cup half empty…
You ran me over by words of deception
Why did I fall in love so easily? 
How come I fall victim to you?
Flames of uncertainty overwhelm my heart…
This is only the inception
Get up from the ground, you sheepish animal
Try your best to lift your head above the surface
Dead carcasses of negativity surround you now…
Your only hope is to grab the rope of hope,
But first let me grab it for you…
*we’re made as one…body….* said the voice in my head … …. …….. ……..
You need to rest on my shoulders for the meantime
Shocked out of the bloo…. Left without a clue
Don’t touch me…don’t lust over me…
I can see dirty secrets in your eyes of envious glee…
You knocked me out by your avalanching grace
Thought of you, drowning in the waters of woe…
You touched my heart in many ways…
You blew things into proportion…but it was “one of dose dayz”
You don’t even get the clues that I show you right in your face
I reveal to you my heart’s passion
And…you….tore…me…apart….
Can…you….just…take…heart….?
You take over me…you haunt me…
I step forward and you step backward…
Breathe into me…let me borrow your eyes…
Let me view the world in your eyes…
I want to know something…
I’m curious of what lies behind your sea-whirling eyes
Love me…DO please me…
the abyss is kissing me…
HATE ME…don’t COMFORT ME…
the light is fading out…
i need u
i want u
s p a y s e d  o w t  a l l  o v e  d e h  s u h h d d i n
mY LiFe IS fUlL oF errors…it ees a mezzzzzz
*IT’S TIIIIIME TO CLEAN UP YOUR ACT…………* said the voice in my head
I want to be feeling your heartbeat against my chest
I see the world beneath my feats…I’m above all…
Ill-um-i-nate me with syllabic pleajsher
My heart is skipping out on beats…I’m missing out and abandoned like an orphan, relying on a weeping widow…she bit me with denial…I was a flaw from the start….unfreeze this heart of mine…I’m as joyous as a swine, but as insidious as a serpent…but I’m feeeeeeeelin’ fiiiiiine…..ssssssssshhhh! Don’t tell nobody…d o  n o t  tell ahhhh sssssssssingle ssssssoul…don’t ma-a-a-ake a sound….you pushed me down to the ground s= s= embarrassed…I’m ready for anything right now…I’m lost, wearing an upside down frown and feel me…the pain that beats me and shreds me like paper….useless paper…I’m shattering like glass…after the kid’s ball hits through it…he’s in awe and he runs away…he hides the evidence of his foolish throwing skillz – this price is blooming bigger like a rose in the paws of the beast…you ssssspiral out of shhhhhight…I waited for you…alone….but I’m not on my own……….I’m not made as one – I’m two again…you inflict pain upon my tortured, tear-jerking soul…your veins become serpentine
To my own…we share each other’s blood
You WILL feel my pain, bud
the pressure of your gravity pulled me down callously
Distracts scar me…in a lightyear moment
Caught in a sugar-coated bliss of a dream
GrAzE iN YOUR OWN MAZE
There’s No Medication To Heal This Hart-ake…
I ake…I crave cake…I bake in the oven…feelin’ like a flake…
GIMMEEEEE A CHANCE…
GIMMEEEEE A TRY
I stand strong…brain damaged by your words of calculus-complicated definitions 
I fell harder…dig in my mind… 
((((( . ))))) push me in the margins why don’t you? I’m that dot in the middle of the brackets 
I want something more than what life gives me right now
I fought…I fought 
But, I’m not satisfied…
I’m loathed by many…
Maybe that’s what I feel like at times – LOATHED BY ALL
I’m unique…I’m an angry guy…
I wish I wouldn’t act like a fly…
I’m entitled to your love…
I can’t fly away like a happy-go-lucky dove
Death ove you stix to me like a leach in my mind…………
I need not man’s wizzdumb…no, not right now….
I need God’s KINGDOM and wisdom
God’s Kingdom + His wisdom = peace on Earth
It’s not dat complicated…
Do me a favor and indulge yourselves in the delicacies of sin
Listen listen listen not to the lies…listen listen listen to the heart that beats from deep within
My heart is sinking……
Patience is the key to living life to the fullest
Acceptance is the key to freedom … just try your best to pass this diff-eh-colt test
I deserve you and your gifts
Envying your talents…that’s juzz bramazing…
: ( sad to the core, 
but I don’t want to sadden you anymore
This revealed my crazyyyy side…
This darkness submitted to me and said its vows like a mesmerizing, yet spellbindingly evil bride…
I’m under your shpell……..
Change your mind….
Tear me apart and crawl inside of my cranium of titaniumb bliss….
Hardening by the minute…I crawl back into my comfort shell
Bring me to life and undo these lies in my head….
I’ve overheard you saying: “It’s hard for me to figure you out”
Dreams of demented, dangerous desire enrapture me…
Don’t choke me with your polluted nature of twisted reverie 

Have you changed your mind about me?
How do I look in the eyes of the thief?
Suck it up…I put my shoes on and I cut off the laces…I know – I’m doing this for stupid reasons, but I’m still the boy that’s bold
Thhhose laces remind me of you and I, separated forever in reality…cruel departure embraced us…we were the clouds, growing cold…
Your hugs don’t feel the same anymore, you see?
Here’s a heart/|\kerchief to wipe away your grief… … …
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Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Ralph Sergi | Details

Film Noir

Film Noir

By the lampost at night
with the pale moon shining bright
but obscured by the fog
I saw her in the harbor
standing where my boat lay moored
but she knew that
her azure eyes beckoned me to come
smoke from a cigarette in her hand
trailing upward and blendng with mist
and a gold braid around her wrist
I remembered my gift

I stood there transfixed
if for only a moment
then I walked to her slowly
and tipped my fedora
and the little joke we shared in love
I asked,”Where have been all my life?
Waiting for you, she said
I laughed at her resentfully and said
You left me here from this place
without a note, without a trace
I scoured old haunts, you weren’t there
you left as if you didn’t care

Remember our walks along the shore
your favorite drink, our special place
in a cafe by the window
where the sun would shine on your hair
and leaving a golde glint
as it did on my boat when it was in full sail

Then one day you went away
our love became a mystery
that was never solved
now you’re here and I ask you, why?

There was a war she said
I lost this guy and you came along
to fill the void and share my grief
I loved you, Jake,your silly hat
the way you tipped it, the boat ,the cat
who begged for fish after after every catch
she paused and lit another smoke

Then one day, he showed up, his name was Cilve
the guy I mentioned had survived
and left his tags with a guy who died
and he became an MIA
he was hiding out in Mandalay
involved in something, he wouldn’t say
but he wanted me there, he promised me fame
I was a singer you know
and all the dough that I could want or I could take
I just had to know how to play the game
but I thought of you, Jake
and what we had and I told him ,No

He got mean, Jake
and threatened to expose me 
for what I really was
and I couldn’t bear for you to hear 
my sordid past, my constant fear
We’re both alike you and me, he said
we’ll take what the world has to give
or grab it by the throat
or I’ll expose you if you don’t

As time went by it didn’t take long
to see he was singing a different song
his lies, his schemes, his other dolls
I lost my respect and I didn’t care
I had to get out, I needed a plan
to rid myself of this rotten man

There was this guy, Dwight
who ran the bar, he pitied my plight
that I was in, he hated Clive as much as I 
I told him I watched Clive at the end of each night
the cash he hid in a special place
no doubt to leave in a hurry when things got hot
he would check to see how much was stashed
if it was worth the dare, we would split down the middle 
and make our departure as soon as we could
I knew a Burmese captain of a scow
who asked no questions for a fee
he’d  have some cabins for you and me

Just before closing, I feigned getting ill
and called for Clive to aid me somehow
to stay awhile and give me a pill
and while he was there, Buck went to that spot
took the cash and lit out that night to wait for me
at a pre destined place


My bag was packed in another room
I told Clive I would rest and join him soon
but as soon as he left I slipped out
to the back grabbed a bag and headed
for freedom away from that man
thinking of you and to make things right

She paused for a moment and put out her smoke
and I thought I saw a drop of blood 
form on the corner of her mouth
she quickly wiped her hand across her face
and continued her story at a slower pace

I arrived at the pier where the scow lay docked
took one look behind me and looked at the clock
on the building we were to meet
I checked my watch and matched the time
I saw a jeep and he saw me
two grips in his hand and a smile on his face
he said, I got the dough , I’ll leave the jeep
it’s the least I can do for that miserable creep
I said ,there’s no time to waste, just show me the dough
we’ll split it up now and get ready to go
he said, Oh, I’m ready but the plans have changed
I’ll leave you enough to change your luck
this one’s for you and this one’s for Buck

I suspected as much and I scowed as he grinned
but his mouth formed an O as he looked down below
a knife in his stomach pulsed blood from his guts
too late I saw his gun come up as he fell
I felt a pain in my side and clutched at my coat
I picked up my bags and summoned the strength
to get onto the boat

I said to the captain, there’s double the price
if we get away soon just pick up some steam 
and head for Rangoon
he patched me up as good as he could
with the aid of rum and smoldering wood
to cauterize the wound for awhile

I knew it was wrong to take his life
but I was prepared to kill him 
to end all this strife
as a precautionI took the knife that we cut bait with
a long time ago the knife stirred up memories
that you and I had
that pressed my decision to leave that cad
the wound didn’t heal, the lead stayed inside
i was resigned to my fate to see you once more
before it’s too late…and here you are

She collapsed in my arms and I held her tight
with tears in my eyes , her audible sighs
gasping for breath and leaning toward death

And before she expired her hand on my face, she said
Where have you been all my life?
waiting for you , I cried, waiting for you

*This poem is a tribute to the black and white movies prevalent in the
late 30’s and 40’s ala Humphrey Bogart, Alan Ladd or George Raft and the phrasing had a special charm.There was aways a failed romance, war, misguided loyaties and clandestine 
treachery that separted these lovers. I received an N/A  because it may have not been poetic enough or too long but I tried to portray a dialogue and atmosphere of that time 











Copyright © Ralph Sergi | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Ian Love | Details

Song From Beyond The Stars part 1 The Approach

  [ story with context, a plausible universe with top and bottom
  a coat of cosmos covering
  over a subterranean protoverse of potential fields
  a quantum cellar creating
  the very big banging cosmos and much faster-than-light travelling
  a probable theatre telling
  of real possibility, fabulous overtures grounding deep base notes
  life insistent, intermingling
  incredible scenes playing out, coinciding with our own backyard
  exploring, ever evolving... ]

  exotic orb ? controlling dips between protoverse and the cosmos
  rationale ? many minds minding
  prime number composition ? seven million and sixty-one beings
  all but one, still soundly sleeping
  free-fall spirits just departed from a far-side galactic spiral arm
  slow rhythmic dance, dizzy dreaming
  sweeps inward around a massive black hole, gathering energy
  cosmic speedster, flung fast flinging
  protoversic drive to the suburbs, a myriad of stars invite
  gentle probe, meme-melder mixing

  juncture, reached in a blink, one-third across this beautiful galaxy
  ethereal form, flimsy fleeting
  mostly abolished space-time-matter, thirty-three thousand light years
  emerges, clever craft cruising
  no visible containment, just coherent rippling orb-like presence
  with background quantum quivering
  life slumbers on, networks calibrated, cells healed, new thoughts imagined
  aware now, senses slowly stirring
  as trusted "anticipator", open my eyes, feel alive again
  reinforced, companions cuddling

  functional, memory of last sojourn, full of miscalculation
  lessons learnt, wistful wondering
  warm memories flood in, tinged with sadness, as strange images disturb
  melancholic mood measuring
  constituent minds tingle and wriggle, more discomfort than pleasure
  not sure yet, jape jostle-jangling
  so move on, look forward to the glow ahead in the looming star-fields
  search renewed, filters fine-tuning
  our "scanners" primed to focus on bandwidths along the galactic plane
  narrow beam, selective seeking

  then...five sentient life-forms sensed, near a single mid-life yellow star
  unusual, babble buzzing
  three do not surprise, the fourth seems rare, the fifth is entirely unknown !
  alter course...busy bee-lining
  intrigued, "pilots" counsel caution, beneath the planetary orbits
  blind-side approach, closer creeping
  a stable solar system revealed, life is now clearly evident
  artefacts duly dispersing
  disparate group, crawling stellar-bound, unoccupied space vehicles
  their signals, home-planet pointing

  the originators ? large localised brain, upright body species
  on-board discs, human song singing
  gravity bound, oxygen breathers, not natural space-wayfarers
  but inquisitive, inquiring
  bimanual, bipedal, explorers of their planetary system
  peering beyond, looking, longing
  from double planet, third world, 8 light minutes out from the sun, named Sol
  locked embrace with smaller sibling
  planet of origin they call the Earth, two orbiting space stations
  many satellites surrounding

  our distraction suddenly broken...as in unison we shudder !
  pointed incoming beam bouncing
  not sure if breached ? if probe gained entry ? if we are violated ?
  strong feeling of gut-wrenching guilt
  as "anticipator", I failed to anticipate, who knows what risk !
  the rest respond, reassuring
  our "scanners" hastily replay the event, scan, as only they can
  narrowing down, sourcing, searching
  stable legrange-point, far-side of sun-earth gravitational system
  my "others" vent, much muttering

  we overshoot, then manoeuvre in, our approach, the sun shining behind
  defences up, our ship-shape shielding
  a lumpy rock, gravity secured, five light-seconds from planet Earth
  computing, communicating
  human instrument, scouring visible heavens for footloose danger
  otherwise barren, silence screaming
  but for warmed up dust-cloud, a hasty, eerie departure signature ?
  frightened frantic lift-off leaping ?
  slight wobbling motion on the rock, along with tell-tale surface abrasions
  interstellar interloping ?

  we feel exposed, nervous, rattled, we need more effective camouflage
  cozy collective counselling
  towards the blue planet, from behind sister Luna, they call the Moon
  options open, plan preparing
  note in our passing, dim human base-lights, near the far-side Earth margin
  light valley shafting, shimmering
  the beautiful one glides over the horizon, we are planet-struck
  recharging, pleasure powering
  a lucky break, covered by coincidental meteor shower
  exospheric, in-close curving

  updated report... humans, early-stage solar system colonisers
  gregarious globalising
  world-wide internet web, consciousness suspected, though not apparent
  worth revisiting, reviewing
  a mostly watery world with sentient planet-bound cetaceans
  from early epoch evolving
  landward, primitive, sentient hominids, related to the humans
  precariously persisting
  that's four of the five, still no sign of the vanishing, illusive ones
  harbinger, time turning troubling !
  
  so descend, past atmospheric spheres to a warm glimmering ocean
  slide in, only stealthy splashing
  diving down, light receding, pressure building, where there is time to think
  layers covertly covering
  our hidden presence and games we might play, maybe companions willing
  alien fingers finessing
  candidate creature, the largest-ever animal on this planet
  still living, still deep sea swimming
  a blue whale to wrap around with delicate ephemeral touching
  sharing thoughts and feeling feelings
    

Copyright © Ian Love | Year Posted 2018

Long Poems