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Perfect is a thought
A thought of life without time
Other than when we wake and when we sleep
A thought thought of so much Love
It can be melted into a ring
But who tailored the promise
A purpose to perfect not challenged by decay
Listen to the words well kept triumphant
Listen to the souls
The last breathe the last thought did you do as you promised
Dealing with the devil
Just a step from justice and an inch from a hornets nest
Do the dance in a quiet place
The commands of a saint The witches often spell
Keep the ring with the key to your heart
Walking the straight line with widen eyes
Remember to follow the path of the butterflies
None evil fly freely innocent of the beauty they cast
Life is good when the day involves passion
Passion from your heart
The Giant's
Of the wonder class
With outstretched looking ears
And pierced whistleblowers lips
Never had a mother
To sew their name into
Their favorite clothes
Or a home with a wardrobe to hang them in
They were instead chosen to become
The dead poet's and tortured artist's
We recite today
By speaker's corner
At wakes and funerals
On cold and grey rainy days
Outside derelict building's
Who's roofs were lost to german bombs
We as children dared each other not to go into
For fear of stirring up a hornets nest
Of represed abandonment feelings
Lest best we be remembered forgotten
They did it they really did it,
Can you believe it, can it be true;
My folks are angry, their passions lit
One voice united, this act the glue.
Little they know the hornets’ nest
They've now unleashed upon themselves,
They may well smirk at their cute start,
But I'm the ogre, they the elves.
To raid my home, a line now crossed
They truly think I'll cower in fear,
My cannons out, all fairness tossed,
I'll strike and torch all they hold dear.
Biden's a joke, a simple stooge,
A patsy by any other name,
This thing they did, I'll make it huge,
The best of gifts to fuel my fame.
A few more years to wait and scheme
To win it all and wipe their smirk,
Then watch the wokes just wail and scream,
As they observe our handy work.
Revenge is great, it drives my life
Cross me and watch for what comes next,
I can be sweet, just ask my wife
As to my foes such pain they won’t expect.
When we kill, hurt, and wound, with our words you see,
then also by the words of others, affected we will be.
To stop the fiery darts, them we should not throw,
whatsoever we give out, inside us begins to grow.
How can we play with a hornets nest, and not expect to get stung,
how can we not be affected, by the words of our own tongue.
How can we find peace, when we’re so willing to put up a fight,
how can we not get bitten, when we’re so eager to bite.
When we walk willingly, with the bitterness you see,
one against another, is how it will always be.
Destroying one another, and casting our shadows of death,
instead of giving life, we take each other’s breath.
Living in this way, to us all, brings death, inwardly,
if we can help each other die so well, then why not to live, you see.
He could remember the chorus of warnings under the lonely heavens withholding its dazzling stars
The voice of Mr. & Mrs. Hart resonating within the walls of his sightly chamber Reminding him why this marriage will be transient like the bewitching waves of the ocean
"Her fruit of the womb is stale with one already." Mr. Hart had said
"She's a bed nomad." Mrs. Hart lending vocal pillar to support him
Came last week, fate stirred the hornets nest - His suspicion confirmed, seeing Michael welding hands with Jessica under the uncladded heaven. His Suspicion backed by visual proof. His wife was cheating while under his roof
"I will maim him and my wife. In fact slay him and he'll die". Thoughts bursting open the skull
In the dead of the night, an upgraded pillow talk broke out
"I saw you! You've been cheating and ing him!
Move out of my house tomorrow morning"
"OK. It's cool. It's not as if your pinky-finger ever did me any good
I'm tired of the shammed moaning and ******." She retorted
Her slam of doors startled the sun and made it rise with mourn. Bags leaving -
Footsteps hurrying - Doors slamming!
"Keep the child. I'm not training anybody"
He could remember the chorus of warnings under the lonely heavens
When she left without a goodbye to her daughter - Raven.
Classical infusion, Beethoven’s “ode to joy”
playing on blaring audiophile speakers annoy
purposely looped to destroy vagrants with electronic music
blends of subversive elements and anxious acoustic
the solution to loitering the bodega doo dropping
spicy Shiitake broth smelling pissy store front,
jaded daily stunt, at midnight wino corks popping
abruptly segway into a film from one music scene
to a melting hallway, a lipstick alley with animate occupants
disconnected unmoored, appearing eerie and dormant
fluorescent lights unleashing a hum buzz in duress
hissing sizzling hornets’ nest of unsettling unrest
illogical levels of unease, an iniquitous den
such madcap absurdity is beyond my ken
not a shack, mall, nor a Holiday Inn,
a queasy Quasi-Moto mood which lies within
backrooms filled in with discarded filets
of fishy maceral that have no place,
frolicking pixella's in a glossy abyss of liminal space
plump puce brushed lips affixed
swollen browns and purple mixed
deep maroon and dusky rose,
make-up art is what they pose
I wish I may I wish away what is unreal with blinky eyes
I pray not to awaken one more inky surreal surprise
Crescent shaped moon portions mounted in pseudo walls
mounted upon the glare in unpleasing patterned halls
side by side quagmired half discs dawning a contorted face
in a half dazed-half-moon crest loon’s invisible phase
not unconscious but in some in-between state
bored while in transition and abandoned as they await
whimsical moldings who see me try not to take a peek
an exit to this madness is what I and they seek
maybe re-evaluate my sleep number, for gravity defying rest
What insight imports this encounter and what test?
what it means for a doomed generation Xer or baby boomer,
tacked in stucco, Silly Putty it seems, in a warped sense of humor
I wish I may I wish away what is unreal with blinky eyes
I pray not to awaken one more inky surreal surprise
"Home is Where the Heart Is"
Savages
behind closed doors
Civilised
but wild animals
sharpening claws
Humanity
tries to escape itself
can’t run away
from finding
"TRUE HOME"
behind closed doors
Now opening windows
fresh air
escaping shadows
Legs splayed and arms wide
breathe
"LIFE"
in for once,
we are empty vessels
noisy prisoners
in our own skin
Soul seeking Soul
peers through
the vitreous humour
99% water, salty
the Soul swims
through an ocean
towards the aqueous perimeter
facing the clear shallows
there the
"LIGHT"
penetrates the space
between the lens
like royal jelly
the Soul stands
it begins to sing
wobbling behind
the retinas reflecting
a Blue Sky
bit by WASP
kissed vehemently
in the heart
the stinging barb fixed,
Love, like a virus,
pumps the relevance
of existence
Crimson
through
Violet Blue Green rivers
Home is where the Heart Is
the hornets’ nest broken
rebirthed, awoken
wet wings spreading
unfurling in lock-down
velocity rattles
the Normals,
the civilised
wild animals
sharpening claws
a Soul
escapes the hive
dripping honey
like a Bee
pollinating white sheets
towards the Sun
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Home is Where the Heart Is” / The Chameleons
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kOl9lohiMP8
1. The 'Vitreous Humour'
2. WASP
"Home is Where the Heart Is" / The Chameleons, Lyrics
https://genius.com/The-chameleons-home-is-where-the-heart-is-lyrics
https://visioneyeinstitute.com.au/eyematters/the-vitreous-humour/
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/all_that_is_seen_and_unseen_1223436
There was a calm before the storm
A dark depth of tranquility
Feasting on forward contemplation
Fulfilling roles of an earthly kingdom
Then the alarm of advancing troops
With an avowed intent,
Exterminate.
Rise, Rise, on the move
We are in trouble, Bail out!
Then a thud, a roar, and a tremor.
Onwards soldiers, raise your rifles
On the warpath, get in line
No time, no time!
Scurry little soldiers of the maze
Be angry, get mad
Swarm, swoop, devour the prey
And where ever he dies, let him lay.
Now the scurry,now the rush
Panic station, teeth gnash
Pierce the skin, drink the blood
Look to the heavens,
look to the gods
Least we be crushed
Buried in the sand
Be it our destiny, made by design
Or calamitous collusion of an ill fated time
But whatever the story based in a lyrical line.
You have just stumble on
An hornets nest.
Form:
Shyloch, Shyloch Ye of crippled writers block Howl !
Hipster!
Survivor of sanatoriums drug riddled needled dreams and cancer lobotomy fantasies!
Drowned out by the apathy of X-Factor modernity!
Shyloch whose machinery sprite faster through chemical brewing!
And welfare states following entitlement scripts that harm!
Shyloch whose crucifix and domed book wielding army!
Storm the gates of purgatory and blood banks filled with candy bats and posh race day hats!
Shyloch whose windows fell the courtyard sanctuary of apposing towers!
With flight bound death bellowing fumes airplane fusion bomb blinded tasting castor oil!
Oh, Shyloch of the taught band of algorithmic army fibers of lanyards forward recoil!
Which bend both time and continuum lines into matrix riddled computer chips!
That manifest themselves in pie and pillow smoke horror convex leprechaun glasses!
The shards of which Shyloloch stills, not Shyloch lenses, chart express Shyloch determination!
Shyloch. Shyloch in four dimensions cursed in parallel universes battles!
Sent forth into the hornets nest of hell's bells and brothers under fire of tyranny shot at!
Where mothers servitude pierces a twig grenade destined for destruction!
Where radio scowls of panic manic contact, I reality check my pulse bleeding Shyloch!
Bellow of Shyloch in taxis destined for parachutes fashioned out of mantle piece clock memories!
Counting down the seconds of kicking calamity's arsenal of empire and envy!
Propped up by the students of anarchy blooded as puppets in vegetarian camouflage!
Shyloch of peanut butter and jello meal times washed down with rat burgers!
Shyloch, Shyloch who posts cards inscribed with death marches chuckle!
Encased in sphinx library tombs resurrecting gold edifices suburbia Atlantis!
Oh Shyloch 2012 A.G, Molock of worldly news wares and carnival fares!
Tribute to A.Ginsberg Howl
Cosmos’s Scumbag of the Week Award,
For the first scumbag,
Of the week award
We had two worthy contenders.
The runner up is
Is the congressional representative,
Who felt he would send out
A friendly message
Of peace and goodwill
During the Christmas season,
He had his whole family
Standing by a Christmas tree
Carrying military assault weapons
With the caption,
“Santa, please send more amo”.
Santa should send the family
A note
": For your display of Christmas naughtiness,
I am donating ten thousand dollars
from your bank account,
In your name for each victim
Of gun violence this year,
200 thousand dollars
Thank you for your generous donation,"
The Republican congressional
representative from Kentucky
Did not apologize for the lame
Extremely tasteless and offensive
Not even saying
That it was just a lame
An attempt at a joke.
Tweeting that he had stirred up
A hornets' nest
But it was good
To see the leftist so upset
And he would do it again
Saw nothing wrong with it.
Yet another Christian
Who shows his adherence
To Christian values,
By violating everything,
Christ stood for.
Not doing what Jesus
Would have done.
And did it just
Before Christmas
right after a horrific
shocking shooting
at a school.
Until next time,
When we will award
Another scumbag
Of the week award.