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Your Elysian Killing Fields-
Your soul, my Love,
is the pristine gilded white,
that cascades down from Heaven's summit.
A river that fills me, a dry riverbed,
with your milk and honey.
Your current carrying me along,
to your eternity.
Eternally, flowing along,
your emotional streams,
towards your heart's tributary.
A maelstrom of passion,
pulling me down into your pools,
solitary actions.
In solitary enormity, destiny-adjoining.
You are my clandestine pulse-
that regulates my being,
with sacred verse.
You are the specter in my blood.
The scepter of my throne,
With you I can believe, in anything,
except for being alone.
Anything, everything you do.
Winds around me as a grapevine, entertwining.
The seduction to drink from your cup.
The ambrosial wine, your overflowing,
flowing into me.
Your passionate canvas calls to me,
to sculpt in its delicate flowering.
In hungered heaves,
when your rib cage expands.
Anticipating,
your Dove's-wanting to be freed.
Only, by my hand.
Free as the flame's flare,
the burning, consuming.
As I stare into you,
feeling your Crimson Fires, there.
Feeling as though, stalked prey.
In your Elysian Killing Fields.
Euphoria in sway,
atop your succubant meal.
My fate's threshold, crossed and sealed.
Helpless to your Impish ways.
I remain held, by your captivating allure.
The intoxicating poison of your capture.
Poison of your angelic tainting,
that runs through me,
clouding evermore.
The Conductor of the chemicals within me.
You entrench, your surrounding,
that abounds around me.
The Ballerina of the Little Death.
In sourcery, comes,
seduction's breath-The dance- of the seven veils.
Perpetual, into hunger's ballet,
which permeates, the skin,
burroughing its ethereal entrails.
You're always a puzzle,
a timeless wonder,
always to be.
The first of my needs.
If you turned to be the Devil's Daughter.
I fear he would have me, indeed.
My Love, the other part of me.
With this dream-
I pledge my Love to thee.
Yes, you are the ghost within my wings.
I am a phoenix rising from the sea.
Bring me out into your spring.
where I will drown,
in your farthest reaches.
Life to me, you will endlessly be instrumental in, as the Lords revival brings.
The Elite warrioress from Elysia to
Elate me, inflate me to Life from my dreams.
GOD BLESS AMERICA! ( USA )
She is America ,
A specimen of limitless beauty
Interlocking diversity, united is the states
An abode, given to God for own
A realm freedom makes home
The model heaven replicates here
A near perfection, yet a standard
An ideal template to civilization
Brightest star amongst many
Canopy where compassion is native
Selfless in service, all benefit
Defender of universal justice
A fair police evil dread
An enemy, many misunderstand
Yet the good, wants a piece of her
America, an empire all-pervading
God bless America !
Your kindness, will never be a fault
A giver, never with a grudge
God bless America !
Hope of the oppressed
Your blood, a sacrifice to universal peace
God bless you America
Greatest land of noble Heroes
With warriors of universal appeal
Bravely wired, with liberation skill
America God bless your sacrifices
Humanity hails you and applauds
Heavens true embassy for real
Even beast as Eagle
Like others, support your resolve
Sincerely, this for you, my medal
My gratitude so measureless
Yes! I admire you
For am your fan for life.
Beaming and flaunting 50
Your territories is marked Golden
A beautiful bride,
All glimpses you attract
Just a piece of you,
Many memories perpetually treasure
Disembarking the wings of hope
Your change is ushered
Welcome to new horizon
A dawn of impeccable excellence
Continue as always,
Heal and change the world
All’s allegiance will not be corrupted
Once again, a new America is born again
To nurture ,nourish ,pollinate
And entrench the dream
Yes! He had a dream
A dream! , a dream!
The American Dream
A dream of change
God bless America
America blesses God.
Author: Felix Joseph Osaeghemede
(chumfin4poem@yahoo.com)+2348037825027.
Written: 8-10-2008 ;11-45pm-12-25am.
“The world needs to appreciate a country that is selflessly committed to global peace”
Felix.o.Joseph.
A SPECIAL DEDICATION TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA .
Form:
In Kenya, they are called value-added taxes, “yani VAT”.
They change and increase every year
And are placed on everything under the sun.
The prices increase daily,
But they say it would lead to everyone paying their fair share of tax.
They are better referred to as poverty taxes,
Because they punish the poor to become the poorest,
They entrench selfishness among the neighbours and friends,
They take away the only saving of the poor in the society,
and one wonders why the poor remain the poorest.
The tax takes the homes,
The mortgages become unaffordable,
The rent skyrockets in Nairobi, Kisumu and Mombasa,
While the gas prices become unbearable.
The cars and bus rides become a luxury,
and our lunches are taken from our mouths.
The tax man is always on the door,
You wonder if you are under some emergency evacuation.
Taxman takes every percentage of your hospital bill,
Or school fee, or your child’s pocket money, or church tithe offerings,
Until there is nothing positive to take away.
Worst of it, the bills and penalties are always in your postal mail.
The services offered at government offices are poor.
The civil servants are rude to the core like vampires.
The infrastructure development is wanting,
The electricity blackouts in rural areas are frequent,
Education facilities not well equipped,
Health facilities are rotting from inadequate funding,
and any innovation is suspiciously viewed as a threat.
The tax man never explains where is the tax,
Nor what development activities were completed.
The poor’s voice can’t be heard yet everything is taxed.
The poor continue to be taxed to poverty,
While the tax man feeds the corrupt all the taxes.
MLK day on every third Monday of January
Remember his sermons daily though you celebrate him annually
Before that balcony where the bullet sent his blood flowing like a stream
He had shared his famous words, "I have a dream."
He was no swindler looking for a benefactor
He was a visionary of a coming judgment by the content of character
Though through life his struggle never eased
He spoke of thankfully saying "If I sneezed."
The times were tense and highly racial
But today MLK's words are revered and held special
By all from all walks of life
To quell America anytime it's threatened with strife
Since then the colour of a man's skin is a little less sinister
But still far from the envisioned end of the baptist minister
The law says "equal" but perceptions linger of the otherwise
Many only suppress their hearts and wear pretence and disguise
The change of the atmosphere is yet to cause a change of hearts
Every verbal ceasefire being followed by some demeaning dart
If the God of Love inspired Dr. King
Disobeying evil law to entrench good without a spring
Then let God's moral standard be our guide
Let the law not give some too much to take in a stride
If God made them all and saw that it was good
Let not their appearance alter your mood
K. Muitherero.
Jigsaw puzzle patchwork:
Verses that I love —
Bound by a stern code;
Quotable quotes saved:
In mellow memory —
A quilt of earthly scents;
Rhyme and time and chime:
Flavours of seasons past —
Chronicles of tales unfurl;
Espresso moments divine:
Double, triple, many servings —
Coffee and caffeine conversations;
Rise and shine and style:
Smiles to match fond grace —
Gratitude prompts attitude;
If only I can see easy:
The true me beyond fancy —
Lift canopy above my soul;
Heart and mind attest thus:
What body holds sacred —
A certain immortality;
Knowing what I know then:
Now makes knowing nothing real —
Empty this vacuum now;
Yet more and more floods to fill:
A certain empty feel —
Feels even more than more;
Paradox of a human:
Being in conflict with contrast mad —
Crazy beyond wordy description;
So much About Me is at least:
That I do not yet know more —
Perhaps that works the best;
For in my end I see:
My starting point entrench —
Knowing nothing at best;
So my journey journal jest:
Writes of many cites bite —
Rites of unfinished business;
Dying to live thus:
I die as flesh must die —
Fly into the timeless sigh...
Leon Enriquez
06 February 2018
Singapore
This is the only way I can see fit and
I want to say everything that has been
Blossoming inside for far too long
But the words seem futile and much too common
I could simply quote eternal lore
But I want to believe you already know every thought
Tell me nothing, tell me everything
You have destroyed the feline door to my soul
My neurotic nature craves your constant calmness
You are like
The song that is trapped in my head
The dream I refuse to wake up from
The caffeine to my dreariest days
The nicotine to my stressful madness
It is ironic how I simply cannot paint with words
All the feelings you awake inside
My hair, my shirt and my bed
Still entrench your sweet sent
You may not be my gallant knight in shinning armor
I may not be your dreamy damsel in distress
But who believes in fairy tales anyway
And our reality is better in every way
I have a knack with my weird ways
To amuse you, to disgust you, to intrigue you
My exotic nature makes you doubt my whimsical logic
But you cannot deny it dude, we are so right together
Immature or much too smart to take life seriously
You make every moment pleasurably immortal
And every second apart painfully immeasurable
And by the way, szeretlek
Form:
Carnal woman has sweet smell of fragrance
To create the finite atmosphere of fantasy,
With potent powers and primal ambiance,
Beguiled intruding hearts entrench in ecstasy.
A carnal woman filled with burning stars,
In lust for love adventure walks through life,
What powerful might touches men senses?
The margin of errors is sharper than a knife.
Wildest desires to rule in tempestuous waves,
Taking brave souls on a journey for two,
Through beautiful glades and marshy places,
Demands stopped where slippery flames flew.
And own innocent dreams lost in a moments thrill
The muddy air of flaws transforms into delights,
A bliss that can be more sublime than present will
Trapped in ruin vows by many lonely nights.
A kiss to cover sins for eternity is an exquisite
Genital fire, nothing more than cloudy explosion,
To ruin integrity and scars leave the saddest merit,
Glowing warm in ashes on the floor of compulsion.
Where fascination can see no light in the dark,
Character holding together thighs and magnetism,
Loosen by talk and the blighted spirit scarlet mark,
Nocturnal reincarnation precipitate ecstatic mysticism.
Sitting on a lonely bench,
Memories got me blenched,
Your heart I tried to clench,
Though, the rains got me drenched,
From hearts I needed to entrench...
Your words not retrenched,
From things I wanted to bent,
While you often tended to bend,
Without letting me mend...
You, I tried to fend,
You borrowed and erased the times I used to lend,
Manipulated and used by you,
Pretending to be a friend...
From hallows I ascended
From errors you descended,
My life wished to be attended.
Even though, you got me expended,
My hands were still extended,
Even though, you got me offended...
The times I misspended,
You still condescended me,
Though, the changes were about to be impended,
I was still amended,
And I was still intended...
But, I was not comprehended,
Even though, you were condemned and untamed,
While I was aimed to be blamed,
Still, more thing you wanted to borrow and gain...
Although, this is the end,
The ways, I will paint,
For the pains to get unbended,
As I contemplate nature and life,
With memories that swayed and portended,
As my soul slowly transcended,
While sitting on a lonely bench...
Life is a blessing
Filled with outstanding lesson
But not everyone admires its caressing Especially the one that are lessen
Life teaches you not to bow to consolation
Because there is always another chance
To rise more determined to the occasion
As congratulations prepares your romance
Life when it seems vulnerable
There are two S's at the corner
Success or Suicide is admirable
Outcome depends the one you treat as foreigner
Life frightens to bring you nigh
Life freezes and kisses may be cajoled
You must be wrong to be strong on high
You need be bold not to be scold
Life is a puzzle
Rich in unfathomable riddle
Clouded in mysteries
That birthed wonderful memories
Life is the unspeakable truth
If you really want to be you
It is wise to make hay in your youth
And enjoy the change as time flew
Life lies in lies covered by facts
Waiting to be unearth by our acts
Just as the brain is believed to be
You select what you entrench in it
You design you happiness for it to be
And nurture its chance in grace to fit
Life is a roller coaster
Either up or down, be willing to be its toaster
Tempest tossed along lost dreams
Salted wounds in these tears stream
Flood gates washed about
Drowning amid dimensions latent, further
Within whirlpool, a limbo
Of languages ancient yet, not unknown
Aligning streaks
In saddening ire
Off a cleft
Symbolizing
A drop of broken life
Retire
Randomly inhalations
With raiment chills pillaging
From once atmosphere still
Arbitrary evicting fervent to tepid
Chasing back the last breath of jilts
And grasping out for dear air
Comprehensions of all that is
And never was, really fair
Involuntary reflexes
Merely, flex once more
In captivation of unawares
Thus, stumbles unto a now idle flesh
Of a nucleus without feeling any longer
Redefining the promises
Of the forever there
Unto the being
Organs eternally continue struggling
Among a clutching entrench
They crumble in
Collapse and give
To once, its rhythmic yearning song
Only time, beats stronger on
And soon shall counter part
In beginnings of resolve
All somewhere deep within a broken heart