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Amy Lee's long, dark hair was worn like velvet shadow. She wore a dress of lantern grey, blue and green as she approached the lantern and the microphone panel.
She inhaled and breathed like fire of all the refreshed repression she had been administered. Halloween? Heh. Life!
Her thoughts were of that nature that her idols of darkness would one day rape her belly naked of its jubilant features of virgin antiques. And with that, does she linger? No, she trembles a bellowing roaring cry of "My Heart is Broken" and "Wake Me Up Inside", for she was now Evanescence, something more than a god....! A goddess of light, imagining.
Can this be a whisper? Can this be a whisper in the depths of Hades, neath her befriended Afterlife?
No. It is a warning; a message. Thou shall not be caught...DEAD...without...percussions.
Thou shall NOT be my witness, my maker, my sleeper, my undeserved bringer to me to Life.
This Hades Pluto, tempting her in her life, her wake, and in her dreams.
Bring ME to Life, Your Reaper, Charon--Fate--
For WE are VIR-GUNS, too!
As the evening crept in
whisper of pines unfolded slowly another story,
every single instant seemed one decade;
unknown stars above blinking endlessly,
hand in hand ,our hearts unbridled themselves
and then escaped somewhere into darkness,
old moon unveiled the amazing mountains
every tree inundated by oozing silver;
under this autumn sky
enchanted by immense beauty
our speechless,unbounded moments
as four eyes met in love once more;
unabated passion about to explode moment
into fragments of pleasure
unlimited,boundless and never ending;
we inhaled fragrance of love
unfurling like a rose every second,
I thought of the universe for a moment
even though it seemed oblivion to us.
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For David's VOW/CON contest
Contest Rules:1 original, poem on the theme of any theme 19 lines no more or less.
your poem starts with a vowel then a consonant and keep all of your vowels in alphabetical order, so the pattern will be A con E con I con O con U con A con E con I con O con U and so-on until the last word ends in the vowel 'U' .
Please use more than two or three words per line...
This chair has chipped paint.
Its shadow gangly
in the light spilling through
the window. A deep
buttercup bisque steeps.
Through this stream, ember
motility of curdled
cream seeps into pores.
The seat embraces. Blood
colors sugar soft.
Fragments of dust waver
around the chair. Like
the suspended stars, or
the pixel points on
an LCD screen. Crumbs.
Feathers stick to the cheeks,
to be brushed off,
puff into the heavens.
Egg -white tinctured coat
wilts within the humid
air. Like the spectral
skin you wished to shed
when you first sundered
the sheets this morning.
This chair rocked my great
grandmother and her
children, and mother. Creaks
like an anchored boat.
Exposed grey brown wood
perishes, stabs the skin.
Like the chilled sea tinted
eyes: an ingress tears
the hushed air- a summons:
her son. Long ago
an apollyon. Starless.
The chair will be kindle
in September, sand-
peach colors imbued,
flushed like the candied
burn of Fall. Her flames.
Relive the fire
in the sky; salt waters
plum green, oily.
tauten red orange arms.
War in the distance-
better. The rose portrait,
diabolus shades stain
a cimmeran- tinted
loss, wound. Chalk inhaled.
And the blaze of two black
holes colliding. Wraiths.
The winter of her life,
within which a lurid
spirit-thin webbed cross
bleeds ash. Freezes; clots.
Grace...
Well, love then...
Most certainly compassion
Passions know we so richly deserve
what is Earth's most passionate need
Resonant voices belong
in Earth's impassioned longing
Resilient humane health passions
cannot cost Earth's desecrated illness
Knowing we so robustly reserve yintegrity
of Earth's most luminous yanged out synergy,
Grace breathes in multiculturing laughter
and spews her wealth
of Earth's polycultural health,
in and out
no longer inhaled
so no stronger exhaled
as any less
than our continued breath
in Earth's most graceful solidarity
Of EcoParadise
breathed sacredly in pace together
and out for EarthGrace,
Passion's timeless EgoPleasure
Breathing in Me
timeless revolutions
still breathing out healing faith
in EarthTribe wealthy We
non-violently
Recommending graceful meanings universal
Black EcoFeminist Lives expiring out
EarthMother's wealthiest pray
Recommencing secular uniting purpose
enough for this continuous,
yet right now feeling discontinuous,
internal healthy day
Of inside unspoken grace...
Well, then bold
as well-sung love...
And, most healthy danced
EarthWealthiest compassion.
Then came the checkers of the facts
Patting themselves on the backs
Moccasin minds that leave no tracks
Piling up rumors in stapled stacks.
It matters not whether pro or con
They all sing a slightly twisted song
A mantra that makes the right seem wrong
Or at least filtered through an inhaled bong.
They’ve all been trained to speak with one voice
Forgetting that that is giving up choice
And chanting is naught but a lot of noise
To drown out the roar of the “preachers” Rolls-Royce.
So study the graphs, the charts, unredacted
And lean to the side to which you’re attracted
But remember the “facts” can all be retracted
With the heavy dark lines of those who attacked it.
John G. Lawless
©7/24/2022
PUBLIC TRANSPORT NATION
AH..the joys of public transportation
The “T”, the “El”, the “Tube”
short trips through hell
wading through the masses of humanity
clinging to the subways lack of sanity
sleeping men and women – homeless
sprawled upon the benches,
the less fortunate among us – “bums”
redefined as “monetarily deficient”.
“Elderly” – strap clutching hangers-on
ignored by the seated “texters and tweeters”
video game players, and “up-skirters”
inhaling the toxic cocktail of perfumes,
colognes, body lotions, hair sprays,
hair gels, and anti-body odor poisons -
choking on the inhaled culture of diversity
Focused on one spot lest eye contact occur
swaying to the music of too-loud ear buds,
strobe lighted rumble through darkness,
flashes of life, of history, never fully known.
John G. Lawless
8/29/2015
My first foray onto the stage my freshman year
I played the part of a journalist in only one scene
so I understood why no one I knew would attend
By my last production as a senior
I was the star of the show but you’d never know
After delivering my last line
the curtain falling for the final time
I waited with the rest of the cast backstage
as their families and friends flooded in
complementing their performances
as they filled their arms with flowers
scenting the air like a florist shop
while I stood solitary, my own empty
Leaving the building I saw a single rose
lying on the sidewalk that had slipped
from someone’s bouquet
on their way to the parking lot
Picking it up I inhaled its perfume
as I walked the dark streets alone
back home to discover my mother
wrapped in a robe reclining in her rocking chair
like an old lady though she was only thirty five then
smoking a cigarette in front of the TV
my father fidgeting with his toy car collection
neither saying a word as if I were a ghost they couldn’t see
I grabbed a glass from the cabinet in the kitchen filling it from the sink
inserting the stem of that one red rose which wasn’t meant for me
CoArise each remembered
and imagined moment.
CoArise each bilateral inhaled
and exhaled breath.
CoArise each bicamerally conscious heart's light
and dark desire.
CoArise each win/lose work
and win/win play agenda.
CoArise each transactional commission
and transparent omission.
CoArise each binomial relationship
of positive value
with negative disvalue.
CoArise each eco-nomial
binomial.
CoArise each language comforting meme,
each silent
lusty
discomforting scream.
CoArise each impassioned mind paradigm
and compassioned body pleasure.
CoArise each neurosystemic individual
and biosystemic species.
CoArise each national Cooperating Space
within sacred EarthPlace.
CoArise EcoCitizens
of SunFather enlightenment
and MotherEarth empowerment!
CoOperate this CoArise;
cooperative systems form co-aroused
home again ReGenesis.
I am not only my breath
of life
erupting out,
redescending in
I feel
and hear,
taste
and see,
our sacred breath
through my lungs bilaterally
waving out
with full moon bright delight
and in toward dark night
once again,
Regained center of uniting
regenerous time
extending space out Yang
empowering,
Reintending sacred placed Yintegrity
breathing my breath of life
re-emptying out and in
our Great Transitional 20/20 revolutionary breath,
reascending out
Is in
toward future healthy wealth
empowering out past history
enlightening in future multiculturing herstory
egopatriarchal alterations
ecofeminist Yang
Yin
leftbrain dominantly out
rightbrain recessing back in
win-win
Across all respiring
revolutionary
spiraling
regenerations
of greening air
and blue therapeutic water
and red anthro-privileged fire
breathing MotherEarth
of life continuously
reincarnate
rememory
reconnecting
religioning
reweaving
reinvesting
regenerate
restoring EarthJustice
inhaled
exhalations.
My liar
I need you to give yourself to me completely.
Anything less and we will not make it last.
I need you to have only one lover and it can only be me;
If you want me to love you and to give you all I have.
I need you to need me, like I need to want your body.
If you do not feel the same way,
Then there are plenty of other men out there for you;
Leave me to remain a nobody.
But if you think you want me to be your burning desire,
Then tell me
And be with me.
Be the fuel to loves Molotov cocktail
And the ignition that makes me glow;
Be the spark to my inferno.
Be the match to my forest fire.
Be the inspiration to my wishes,
But never be my liar.
Be honest with me
And you will have me as yours;
But I will always keep one eye upon the exit door.
For I will be gone if you decide to test our bond;
Love is fragile, so treat it kindly, or it will be gone.
I am fully committed to leaving, or love
And all it has to give.
But I will not stand still, to be knocked down,
By a cheat who cannot be true to their promise.
One chance only, to stay faithful, truly.
I am one step from leaving, so do not disappoint me.
If you cannot be truthful and truly stay faithful,
Then I will be gone and our love will die like a blown out candle.
Passionate about being passionate,
But not willing to take a chance, through fear of regret.
Honestly, I just cannot take another hit of a liar’s carbon;
I have inhaled enough false roses to build myself a fake garden.
I am alone, because love left me to my dreams;
But nightmares are true memories of what real love is.
So love me or lose me,
The choice is yours; so choose now.
Here is my soul;
Here is my heart.
Here is my mind…
So tell me; are you in…
Or are you out?
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