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Central air conditioning quickly
found this creature comfort acclimated,
defies, contradicts, bumps uglies...
up against rugged individualist
I meekly profess to idealize
admitting propensity nothing
distinguishable differentiating
all talk no action, no less tolerant
than aversion to extreme heat index
burrowing into sixty degree Fahrenheit
climate control mancave
quite divergent weathering
humid, hot, and hazy
dog days of summer,
when boyhood at 324 Level Road
lacked luxuriating aforestated amenity
first poetic line
introducing anonymous reader
familiar or otherwise
regaling modest literary versatility,
whereby yours truly
dealt with temperatures
registering bajillion degrees,
especially level housing bedrooms
about half dozen steps above landing
suddenly experiencing indisputable
scientific principle hot air rises
undermining ability to function
no more active rather equally inert
as inanimate object
mainly cuz estate complex edifice
formerly christened "Glen Elm"
built approximately half century
preceding incorporating
said modern HVAC conveniences,
no modern building lacks,
plus ability to tolerate hardship
much more omnipresent
before yours truly
racked quite numerous
orbitz round the sun
versus now, when
greater sensitivity prevails,
I admit pioneer spirit plummeted,
and if forced to forego
custom tailored environment
would be immovable prey,
for even the most
harried styled carrion,
which admission would
only present challenge
predicated on severe disruption
compromising being hermetically
sealed, linkedin, cocooned...
within man-made dwelling
hardship analogous no name brand
garden variety slug
essentially homeless snail
shell lacked with mew cuss!
Anarchy incited by consciousness divides deeply
rather than conquer those already sleeping
evermore the same, those who have, who have not
shills at a game of chance fill the room, persuasion the game
populated backstories idealize and idolize submission
turned up volume can’t let me think I can do anything about it
take my word for it...you’re mine...heartbeats synchronized
oh, how sweet it is to be loved by you...
Poisoned in the great well, Lucky Charms soothe
I remember, I forget and so the wheel turns...those
who do wake up sometimes it seems go back to...
my heart, if really mine, saddens to think the gold is only
water paint and it too shall run away...
I wrote this after reading about Osho...what happens to our Guru’s or beings
of great spirit? Does our society mock and loosen their fabric of gilt? Does it become the fabric of guilt? I know not...I wish I could see from this vantage point beyond the illusion of this world...from this protected innocence...I crave knowing the truth...
Restless hand of poet rejecting moments of idleness,
start writing and empty the unbearable heaviness:
and as the splashing waters of the waterfall plunge down
the precipice for an escapade into the distant ocean,
they must leave the deepness of intellect
and become a realized concept!
Without an imagination of expressive power, you lament is ceased by anguish,
and will lay here voiceless in its impatient oath,
not bursting within its walls of imprisonment,
to find its evasive freedom and finally succeed in imparting wisdom:
when readers rather focus on their content,
than on the richness of their words that don't ravish...
Restless hand of poet, never write in impetuous haste,
to impersonate another voice in an impersonal tone;
be prudent in choosing the right ones that are plausible,
not impinging on the impeccable thoughts of others,
challenging them to innovate their ingenuous taste!
Restless hand of poet, improvise your incentive ideas
from articulate feelings without implying or impeaching gall;
impetuous cries can and will cause a rage so implacable!
Be impervious to each plea, reflect and understand
the importance of patience when something may impend;
immortalize that event with images that idealize,
ignite, inspire, delight and describe experiences that humanize!
Take your attention away from the hour-glass,
no days from can be removed from your purposeful existence;
rebuke your idiocy and mend your self-confidence!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
You and I together realize just why
We have to give love a much better try.
We shall never let this love of ours die,
Unlike them who always made me cry.
You and I will sooner or later realize
I can become a pianist, like my grandmother.
You are the guitarist, like my grandfather,
One day we'll make music people idealize.
You and I will eventually share a home.
You'll cook for me, like my other grandfather.
I am your wife, like my other grandmother.
I'll clean and I'll even go wherever you roam.
You and I were always meant to meet.
Your heart is safe in my hands and with me.
You don't got to question what I clearly see.
Life is not something for you alone to defeat.
Despite being atheist,
I would nonetheless bet
dollars to donuts
(Dunkin and/or other wise)
Jesus would be mighty pleased
to know, his sir name
linkedin with commercial ties
no matter, he might not garner
a percentage of profits,
especially if he
unwittingly gets trampled
to death by madding
flash mob crowd source
rushing to snap up
latest door prize
as venders resort to all
manner of (subliminally
manipulative) marketing techniques
to lure patrons, (especially
photo opportunities with
one of the many
"FAKE" donned Santa
Claus), the latter,
who would lionize
their son(s) and/or
daughter(s), subsequently
guaranteeing, nailing crosswise,
and clinching safeguards
immunizing against the Grinch
a sure fire way to
guarantee future generations
will become avid consumers,
who reverently, obsequiously,
and devoutly idolize
supporting the apostles
of commercialization
nearly every
occasion to finalize (all sales)
pennies on the dollar,
where merchants feign
going for broke, and capitalize
eulogize, and idealize
the mighty buck
staging "FAKE"
news worthy shoppers
to burst into tears
crying on command,
and all manner of pathos
pulling ploys nsync king
"shameful guilt" that squares
with being ostracized, hash-tagged,
and demonized Scrooge.
Ok here we go you want more
get out on that floor
and move your feet to the beat
now dont be slow ok lets start the show
Life has a special tone
its trapped in cell phone
People liking this and postin that
photo shopping there pics
so they dont look fat
Changing the color of there hair and the color of there skin
trying to make themselves look thin
there out on a limb
Hypnotized by the lies
of someone they idealize
dont act surprised
She could be a he that stands up when they pee
thats messed up cant you see
Getting bullied online
by all of mankind
they can turn it off anytime
They dont have to look
we know there hooked
just delete your freakin Facebook
Watching people screw
come on get a clue
you know this is true
Causing drama in other peoples lives
hitting on other peoples wives
thats not very wise in normal peoples eyes
Don't you wish you had a clone
So you don't feel alone
And you both could get stoned
Instead of always looking at your phone
Despite being atheist,
with serpent teen eyes,
I would nonetheless bet
Eve fen number guys
named Adam, or gals noel lies
(christened) dollars to donuts
(Dunkin and/or otherwise)
Jesus would be mighty pleased
to know, his surname
linkedin with commercial ties,
no matter, he might not garner rise
zen percentage of profits, no matter spies
infiltrate competition especially if he
unwittingly gets trampled and cries
amidst chaos (think euthanize)
untimely death by madding wise
flash mob crowd source realize
last seconds rushing to snap up
latest jamb door prize
as venders resort to all
manner of (subliminally
manipulative) marketing techniques
to lure patrons, (especially
photo opportunities with
one of the many
"FAKE" donned Santa
Claus), the latter,
who would lionize
their son(s) and/or apprise
daughter(s), subsequently
guaranteeing, nailing crosswise,
and clinching safeguards exercise
immunization against the Grinch
sure fire way to manure er... fertilize
guarantee future generations rise
zing will become avid consumers,
who reverently, obsequiously,
and devoutly idolize
supporting the apostles who revolutionize
creative commercialization to capitalize
nearly every Cyber Monday
occasion to finalize
(all sales) pennies on the dollar,
where merchants feign
going for broke, and capitalize
eulogize, and idealize
the mighty buck staging "FAKE"
news worthy shoppers to burst into tears
crying on command,
and all manner of pathos
pulling ploys nsync king
"shameful guilt" that squares
singled out forevery one to ostracize,
hash-tagged, and demonize
yours truly as Scrooge.
"Medicine is my lawful wife, and literature is my mistress. When I get fed up with one, I spend the night with the other"
~ Anton Chekhov
She brightens the skies with her twinkling eyes
As they fall on the pages presented to her
Offering her the honor of a poetry prize
To cause her to smile with satisfaction as she will purr
Poetry and prose lift up like she can sometimes
With emotions so pure they bring conviction
Whether they’re about romance, history or crimes
Addressing the affections with nonfiction
Either by poetic vise or prose that materialize
In dreamy lives who welcome our pen and paper
We will find the inspiration to always idealize
The ones we discover behind a life filled vapor
If it be my wife or the love of my life
The novel, the noun, the verb and the pronoun
I find ways to work through all my strife
With the delight discovered when we write down
Our love for the words we read
As well as the wife we heed
Together, they are a masterpiece indeed!
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March 17, 2021
It's gradually I come to realize
Time is not the major thing
Cos with everyone, I idealize
Its way is different in Beijing
Of minutes or hours compare
To doing exploits, fate ensnare
It's gradually I come to think
How mysterious life changes
That date works plans to sink
To a lot of greatness in ranges
Now flying to tour out of Lagos
Isn't of stress to counting loss
It's gradually I come to learn
That moving forward is of grace
Work isn't the only way to earn
For many are blessings of no trace
God deposited cum mercy shown
Which doesn't matter of faith grown
It's gradually I come to know
It doesn't matter how you do it
So far each day, you want to grow
Out of mistakes, one easily do hit
Up the energy lessened cum stress
To fit intimately familiar with success
It's gradually I come to see
There's no need to teach scope
If life will drag you to its sea
It doesn't matter how far from rope
You may drown and give up the ghost
Hanging your breath to eon's toast
It's gradually I come to meet
Many people who blame me
For not having the size of their feet
So that they can give out house key
Go in there and pick up shoes
Yet, I don't think that defines them jews
It's gradually I come to view
No one else has it like me
For everyone is unique to be true
Doing things like other won't make it be
And if it seems to be, not exactly like
But will bury in you the exceptional psyche
You say you love
the woman ... she is your everything :
your beloved, your adored,
your muse, your goddess ...
You write verses.
You exalt the female figure,
idealize her, and she is realized
thereby...
You imagine her shapes
colossal, ethereal in the
way that you
desire ...
You fantasize, you create
customize ... engender
in the mind...
All right, all complete
she is all that ...
But if you love her so much,
why the deprive of freedom,
why police her acts,
control everything ...?
If you love her so much, why
don't you let her live
her own personality,
her identity ...?
If you respect her,
worship, admire
and love ... why?
Do you kill her ...?
Do you love...? is this Love ?
killing,
murdering ?