Long Die cast Poems
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Hearts unfulfilled desire, the causation
Ensouling form, that we may feel contrast
Pulsations; contraction and expansion
Memory erased, our soul here aghast
Dark dungeons of delusion veiling light
Destiny unfolding, as of die cast
Dreams seem real, offering fleeting delight
Yet we feel within, deep discontentment
For light of day, dies in shadows of night
Disillusioned, we seek joy permanent
Plunging headlong into our heart centre
Wherein we sense, the vibrant bliss current
Distanced now, from idle ego banter
We just be to become, with Gods love one
As innate aliveness within canters
Within cave of heart, shines the golden sun
Go there oh hermit, lower mind undone
15-May-2021
I used to inspect at work in a die cast company
before I moved into quality control
I'm a inspector in our plant
all I have to do is check
but if I throw a part away
the die casters down my neck
I stand there day after day
a hundred parts thrown my way
if I pass one a little bit bad
I've got the foreman down right mad
every day there's something new
a scrap of a different kind
sometimes I don't know how to go
cause the next day they change their mind
sometimes I think I'd be better off
working out on the line
cause if these parts gets returned
they dam sure won't be mine........
Rumbling earth offers it's own baseline
Bones of the underworld crackle thunderously
Concussive forces driving Gaia's ecstasy.
The man watches as her eyes crackle menacingly
Mortal flirtations lusting for battle
Stone and Crystal, immense and fragile.
Booming, resonating, radiating, alive,
Conjured rumblings otherworldly
Each threaten alternately
To burst his chest
Or to implode it.
With each pulse, each soul-searing challenge of her gaze,
Every aching breath
Yet he remains, agonizingly still
And there is nought but to wait for her to move first.
It is a reaper's die cast in darkness
Uncalculated gamble of unwitting fortune
So he must wait.
Her almar might yet give a wary soul rest
Hiraeth, and hope.
Or unmercifully rend him hapless.
So lingers his being, languishing in exquisite agony
Hoping desperately, and rumbling as eldritch runes 'neath horrors unknown.
What better place than here
to be
To stop drop anchor and rest aboard
my floating throne and dotted
upon by endless servants
feeding me grapes of wrath
And take in all of this ethereal world's
majesty I am seemingly deemed to own
And If only for a little while
Breathe in another most
auspicious rustic desert sunset
slowly fading behind the pyramids
chastening the horizon
Drifting pleasantly along the silent tepid
river Nile like a calm deflecting Oasis
Oh how I can only wish to imagine if
I were the Pharisee King of this domain
my own people and enslaved Israelites
as well
Placed in charge over all of this
fertile land and ever increasing empire
Adorned and drapped with such
bedazzled finery as die cast hand
crafted robes
Wearing a crown made out of
the purest yellow gold with every
kind of precious stone one can imagine
carefully set
So even when come sunset and daylight
is then eventually replaced by moonlight
He is still the only thing around able
still to be seen as his regal attire
reflects and shimmers the moonlight rays
afterglow luminescence back
And if you we're sceptical and never
did believe in his status as a living
God on earth before
After seeing him somehow be able
to glow and transcend even the
natural rule of law by turning
darkness into light
10 plagues alone your subjects
would gladly suffer through but
not suffice nor be enough
To start or begin a revolution
or revolt
Gather on mass and march we as
the common people finally standing
united under the banner
" Let Those People Go "
Because never mind them do it for
us after all we are the one's suffering
out lives now resemble hell
And what exactly is to be gained and
the reason behind this madness
And now you come to mention it
That has never actually ever been
explained
You who in autumn followed here a spring
From your deserted lands and did find me
Wanderer lost on my lean path; are you?
Or was destiny’s die cast too soon?
Are you to curse, or from curses to free?
To make or break me? Answer faithfully.
For you’ve dwindled in grace so close to naught,
Your subtlety (like on a bus) got off.
You seem to crave the spaces between us more,
Or perhaps I am no one that you can love.
I am the same one, say now who you are.
Soul murder-er? Or inamorata?
Say now to permit me yet, or to not,
To give myself to you, or yet to not.
Say quick and release us on either turn –
To leave and let me live, or be the one.
Humans are not like us
They are very hard to teach
We show them what we can
If it's within our reach
Some are quite cruel to us
They haven't yet evolved
If they could communicate
The problem would be solved
They seem a trifle dimwitted
Their language is complex
We learn what we can from them
But they don't pass the test
They don't seem to see it
Our language is not that hard
Instead, they enslave us
and put us in the yard
We care too deeply for them
I don't know to what end
Destroying our environment
They never seem to bend
They chain, beat, and torture us
and some are left to starve
They keep us locked in cages
Our home is a backyard
We once were free to roam the earth
The past where we once thrived
But now they maim and neuter us
Our offspring euthanized
When we meet our maker
of creatures far and wide
Our part ensured in heaven
Their downfall is their pride
Our lot was given the die-cast
and we must persevere
The humans remain clueless
That is our biggest fear
Their future's still in question
with their ears that do not hear
If they can't learn to listen
to the bond we hold so dear
These days the kids don’t learn
of what’s happened in turn,
they can’t tell you of World War II,
or when the White House burned.
Their classes all are lies,
since power hates the wise,
keep them dumb and it’s easy to
pull wool over their eyes.
Kids think they’re something ‘new,’
a shuttered point-of-view,
never told that it’s all been tried
by smarter men than you.
The lessons learned before
are hidden more and more,
demonize it so you can’t see
what evil they’ve in store.
I’ve a mind to search the sage,
find the truth that comes with age,
turn my face back to the sun
for what’s gone, but not forgotten.
Let the sunlight burn my eyes,
but I know I have to try,
see that truth not be undone
with what’s gone, but not forgotten.
Power must hate the light
that opens up our sight,
they’d rather dumb folks in a pen
than those who know to fight.
They want your kids to fail,
to strive to no avail,
they’ve tried before to rule free men
and they have always failed.
They know from the long past
tyranny doesn’t last,
thinking if they hide this from you
they’ll escape the die cast.
But history is clear,
truths of five thousand years,
learn what we are and you learn how
to make them disappear.
It’s a time to search the sage,
known the truth that comes from age,
turn your face back to the Son
for what’s gone, but not forgotten.
Let the sunlight cleanse your eyes
from the nonsense and the lies,
learn the wisdom so hard won
from what’s gone, but not forgotten.
Gone, but never forgotten.
Westbury where skyscrapers scratch clouds,
And backstreet murmur under glowing hum,
The metro slumbers,but terror thunderous crowds.
Laaities hone okapis where mumbled thugs come,
Each gangway a rabbit warren of cries,
And moms grab the dark,awaiting some.
In kangaroo courts blood thirsty 28s and 27s rise,
A revolver roars,the night asks but none says a prayer
While guiltlessness is sold in whispered lies.
Yet in this war,the lane hides myths rare,
Of youngsters who dodge the deep state,running fast,
Their footprints rebound,shivering through the air.
Westbury your skyscrapers check out the die cast,
Each brick a testifier,every lantern a guide,
The twilight is long,but hope remains at last.
The matriarchs of sections keep life supplied,
Their pleading a vein hope under mortar veins,
Where cowards hide,the soul of Westbury won't die
A New York born greenhorn, name of Talley,
Felt a free meal challenge up his alley.
Known as seventy-two-ounce steaks abode
Into the Big Texan he boldly strode,
As the patient Big Texan clock looked on.
“I am fair game to feast,” boasted the lad.
“To eat all the food waiting to be had.
I shall gobble the steak and trimmings too
Along with a yard of your finest brew.”
And the skeptical Texan clock looked on.
Rare steak, potato, salad, brew, and roll
To consume all in an hour was the goal.
His table was set with food looking grand.
Talley then sat down, knife and fork in hand.
The referee Texan clock started on.
Slashing and stabbing he attacked the steak,
Popping meat in his mouth, scarcely to chew,
Giving his stomach a challenge to brew.
A rare swig of beer was his only break
As the alert Texan clock counted on.
At fifteen minutes, Talley was on pace
To hold himself free of shame and disgrace.
He gorged large tomatoes with salad greens,
Wishing he had ordered a side of beans.
As the steady Texan clock counted on.
At half past the hour young Talley felt great,
Enjoying with relish all that he ate.
The loaded potato seemed so easy
Brew kept his stomach from feeling queasy
As the earnest Texan clock counted on.
Fully forty-five minutes had flashed past
Talley knew he that was having a blast.
Winning seemed sure, Talley felt the die cast,
As bite by bite, he downed his huge repast.
The relentless Texan clock counted on.
In minutes Talley wore a smiling face
Thinking victory he would soon embrace.
With seconds left he washed down his last bite,
Knowing that he ate a free meal that night.
The referee Texan clock ticked time gone.
For the watching diners who viewed him nuts,
A camera caught him spilling his guts
As the victorious youthful Talley
Spewed his steak dinner out in the alley
And the stoic Big Texan clock looked on.
As the music played, eyes strayed,
She moved; she grooved...On fire!
Her hands explored, own flesh adored,
She read then fed my desire.
Together we danced, eyes romanced,
Lust slipped its script to her.
My body baked, hunger ached,
Lips brushed, blood rushed, a blur.
We left the hub, the seething club,
Outside my stride was strong.
Her pad was near, intentions clear,
Clothes ripped, she stripped to a thong.
Fingers dived, on fervor arrived,
Keen hands took command of me.
Fell to her knees, desperate to please,
Die cast, hard and fast her plea.
My hands found hair, torrid affair,
My mind was blind from bliss.
She pulled away, a game to play,
She crawled then called for a kiss.
Clothes were gone, two became one,
Inside my pride did swell.
Hard and deep, heat's tempo we'd keep,
We'd fight for the right to excel.
A war was waged, a battle raged,
Our cries the prize we shared.
I felt it build, almost fulfilled,
Not yet, her threat, eyes glared.
I did respond and went beyond,
I tried, we cried and won.
Together we came, eyes aflame,
Enraptured we'd captured the sun.