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The Queen's henchmen penetrate professionally the porous perimeter,
as a Phyrric victory I pacified your Lady's legion,
for both in the open,like charriots missing riders,decentralized command,the measure,
I, like you maneuver behind the superior shelter of Praetorian's protection,
Levy the lurid seige upon my country's citadel as incensed infidels do,
your cantankerous catapaults wasting pawns like pebbles punched by a storming sea,
an officer sacraficed sardonically, intrepidly,
so to decimate the dormant foots encumbering you,
audacious as an angered asp the timely tactic was,will it hasten your demise to me?
Mandatory machinations amongst this moonlight morass,palpable being Death's caress,
a zephyer like a frosty scythe grazes gingerly our anxious eyes,
tethering the still strategy of mens' mentation,
advancing positions predicted but unproven, an apocolyptic inevitability provoked,
fostering inclement suspense,
justice is now beyond principle,virtue survives only on victor's blade,
incantations made in fire for fear's sublimation,
The common denominator of this prommenade of predation is relentless domination,
manipulating the opposition,perception taunted and haunted
as the fox dictates the chimerical chase,
a vermillion heartbeat,virulent,lucious,with a thin hum of vincibility
lures you to na spot of fragile dominion,
divided forces tend to scream like burning forest
when ambushed along trails of a tedious pace,
When the harp chords chortle tears of tucker from a skulless head,recall with dire dignity
that you were vanquished in strong purpose,
the memory of your egregious exploits will depend on the degree of quater
afforded by my soveriegnty
given to this proud harem of prospective sybils
rescued by a king's necessary nemesis,
J.A.B. - Part Three -
Lost in consciousness,
sublimely aware of the dust motes
that saccade my sight, as they
tenderly frolic amongst the remnant
of sunlight that streams through
my window pane.
Gentle the whispers of the wind
that kiss the glass; how distinct
the cawing of the raven perched
upon the window's edge.
How crisp the turbid air,
with its frosty demeanour,
clasping my hands in an icy grip.
What thick musk
provokes my senses,
creating a palpable taste
upon my palate.
Within such deep consciousness,
I shall allow my whole self
to wager intrepidly
into the sensual storm of creation's
intricacy and intimacy.
That I may recall with reverence
that we were once one.
12.10.2021
A genuine hero isn't one that's flawless
Arguably not the one garmented with
Absolute forfeits but one who is purely
Accountable in securing relationships
Amiably without trade of another life.
Fantastically feeding through the
Flickering lengths of surfaces
Flawlessly demonstrating, yet exploring the
Fatal ends of the earth
Formulated with his hands.
Firmly confronting unknown demons with
Frictions slipping through the gutters
Flourished and aided by true
Friendship with an unending ink.
Mr. Fantastic.'
Invisibly sewing through the storm
It's amazing how universal laws
Illuminates patterns bearing geniuses.
Intrepidly matched with foxes and foes
Incognito, still dooming through the runs
Inexorable the heiress that jogs through walls
Infallibly without a pause for blockages.
'The Invisible Woman.'
Humbly joining the waves in a path
Haven to show light in reflection of
Hazardous challenges and adventures
Hurtful exposures but the
'Human touch' burns through
Heartily thrives not drowning in power
Havoc stricken but banked on
Hopelessly sticking to what's better than potatoes.
Family!
'The Human Touch.'
The Thing that Grimm's do is
Tactfully take souls to the other world full of
Turbulence but he possesses a crushing strength
Tenaciously draws the souls back to life
Triumphant discoveries without boundaries
Topped against gravity and human deposition
The sailors enemy isn't the dreadful
Tenebrous storms but the ignorance and absence of
Tough likeminds that can generate a tunnel.
'The Thing.'
A fantastic four!
"Silence is a Poem"
Silence is a poem
she is music in me
a constant chattering conversation
she is my daily mantra
big love residing in my heart
wrapped as a gift;
the child in time
finds me waiting
in words she traces from my mind
I’ve written for her
A path,
she intrepidly follows
She unties the ribbons
Love is not blind
It is for her
my present
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
gvlm
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https://youtu.be/5NPTFsCmxoc
Sarveshaam Svastir Bhavatu - Universal Prayer With Lyrics - Rajalakshmee Sanjay
(unsettled conscience beckons expunging)
Upon espying aesthetically pleasing lass
(considerably younger than me),
middle aged ma'am, or classy older woman
impetuousness overtakes rationality
courting acquaintanceship constituting
aforementioned type female
these premature ejaculations
blindside yours truly
upon comfort level
of unfamiliar lady recipient,
(especially years gone by
with then young daughters in tow)
oft times lacked conscientious wherewithal,
how embarrassing offspring felt
at their buffoon papa appearing,
intimating, kickstarting... rapport
at first blush evincing politesse,
yet keen eldest progeny
adept to discern in apropos overture,
despite being well mannered
couched foray, an unconscious insinuation
discerned, hinted, leveraged...
unspoken ulterior motive,
yet honest to dog overt blurting
complement toward veritable stranger
essentially, intrepidly, overtly...
stated genuine pleasantry
attempting to recoup losses
from utterly abysmal
socially withdrawn adolescence
could easily be interpreted
as sexual innuendo
(particularly witnessed by
acutely perceptive first born),
whose reverence, asper in this dada
plummeted, especially cuz
similar instances occurred,
where ambiguity
to formulate unfavorable conclusion
tacked on her growing
list of gripes against dada
loosely analogous to Martin Luther,
whereby his “95 Theses,”
which propounded two central beliefs -
the Bible and central religious authority -
humans may reach salvation only
by their faith and not by their deeds -
was to spark Protestant Reformation,
which essentially kindled
figurative fuel to the fire
incrementally cleaving paternal dotage
undesirable, no matter Pedophilia
never goaded what in mine mind
amounted proving daring do,
since suppressed infatuations
decades past, this then
extremely reclusive knew
nothing about powder milk biscuits
to give shy people the strength
they need to get up and
do what needs to be done.
Thus, an apologia without exception,
whether or not these words seen to deux
darling daughters, plus
other gals who experienced discomfort
at innocuous attempt
to get linkedin with
whirling wide webbing of women.
It was a day that was set so deep back in her past
For as of today it was such a dark contrast
But soon after Roe vs Wade had eked into law
This poor woman would experience her greatest fall
So as each new year so intrepidly passes her by
All those questions only grow louder as to why
And just as tomorrow will soon be here
None of these answers have ever become clear
There is nothing she can change or anything she can do
Except maybe telling her story to someone like you
For tomorrow is going to be a very long day
But it will be for young women like you that this woman will pray
For even though thirty eight years have now since past
Each year gets harder to take than the last
If anyone ever offers you an anniversary like mine
I pray to God that you will instinctively decline
"Dream Bug"
Hour glass
rainbows sparkling
crystal grainy rapids
sliding intrepidly through life’s fingers
their coloured sands speak in tones
they are obtuse and vapid
like snowflakes they fall
confetti on my hands
Writing you
between there
and here again
a feckless court jester
fearless sometimes
walking handstands
painting portraits
in pedantic rhyme
then a page stained,
you're thumb-licked and turning
metaphors gliding ghosting
a snail trail planchette
words miss spelled
they are moulting
like white feathers from cooing doves
we are back in grades of one
singled out on school parade
while the band plays on
we are all caught
like grounded gefilte fish in class
when the saints
go marching in
we’re stopped
for covert mingling
In the office a Nosferatu principal
ignores the grief
behind his two spectacles
two sets of hands are requested straight
knuckles down and held out
the bamboo cane
coaxed no passing
secrets out,
automata face
scream time put on delay
the clock to midnight
on his crypt's wall, hidden
strikes still a braille mind
doesn't once drop the ball
it smiles ruthfully
dialling up the forbidden
chemistry of tears,
a juxtoposition
from the internal well
My opal sky suspended
heaving dreams falling slow mo
through foggy clouds
are breathed in like lavender rain
antiseptic are all
our polished stories
rehearsed repetitively
then delayed and side courted
tennis left hand
lucid inarticulate
backhanded
Love all
candy hearted
is a fresh game
pulled swiftly
from a side pocket
refuting singing flutes
whistling and caressed
by a tongue flirtatiously wetting lips
a regular, pulsating change of pitch
a romantic vibrato
recalled
he calls me
a witch
Scent of a woman
once je t'adore
now her true essence leaking
their personalities mirror switched
bloodied and cut
pieces of peace
stolen by a foolish matador
she’s holding open the exit door
Dream Bug
walks across a
marked and sullied page
lines bleeding right
Melting
dissolved
to the far corner
lid sealed
in a glass jar
left-brained
Dream Bug
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Mystified in the labyrinth of time,
dug in the desolate desert of deprivation,
one doesn’t discern in the psychic space
what in the nebulous abstract notion
the rationale of living the moments,
people of speculative perception
define as the articulate art of living,
sensed in the free-will sunshine
within the sanctuary of seraphic oasis.
The survival struggle thrusts
the languished life into abysmal warren,
breaking intrepidly the fading frame
of the fleeting future configured in fragile time,
the shards are thrown
in the debris of dismal denunciation,
unable to rise from the chasm,
even if arduously attempted ad infinitum.
Failing to invent the mirage of escape,
the flicker of hope remains unkindled
to light up the obscure forward end
of the dark tunnel of tormenting time,
but self-preserving retrospective instinct,
lingering in the contrived confine of the past,
flashes in the corridor of memory,
motivates to move desperately
to the fated fantasy of the future.
The sordid present time smothers senseless
in the nightmare ambiance of anguish,
metamorphosing the listless life of vacuity
into a consumed candle in the timeless dark night.
As the demeaned essence of extinguished existence
is denied the reviving rays of the rising sun,
convoluted conscience stimulates the soul
to get suffused with the radiant ethos of eternity,
travel in the tunnel of time.
~TH' COMMANDER OF CHIEFS~
SPIRITS OF TH' SAINTS,ACKNOWLEDGE MY PLEAS...
HERE IN THIS DARKNESS,MY SOUL IN DIRE'NESS CALLS
TH' CHOSEN OF GOODNESS' SAKE,CRY 'LONG ON TH' WINDS
PREPAREST THY REGIMENTS,FOR AN CAVALRY WE IMPLORE THEE
FILLEST OUR VESSELS,LADEN US WITH THY VERACITY
UPON NOBLE STEED,SET US TO REIGN UNCONQUERABLE
FOR COMPARED TO OUR ENEMY,'VEN SODOM'S SINS ARE FRIVOLOUS
TARRY NOT,I BEG THY PARDON...TO HASTEN LIVELY
OUR VANGAURD DEPLETED,ONLY TH' STEAD'LY REMAIN
THOUGH INTREPIDLY WE FIGHT,THEIR FORCES MULTIPLIETH PERPET'D
TH' PASTURES OF OUR INHERITANCE,SPRAWL ROUGE'LY BLEMISHED
NEVER THAN LESS STANDING GROUND,TO OUR COMMANDER I'M TRUE
AS TH' THUNDER ROARETH 'BOVE US,I SENSE HOOF'ND PACE...
FAITHFUL N' TRUE,'PON TH' THIGH OF FIRST RACED...
ALL GRAVES FORFEIT SOULS,PROVIDING NEW BIRTHS...
FINALLY,WE ARE DELIVERED...
...BY TH' LAST N' TH' FIRST!
~AZAZA~'09
After Alice almost forgot her exhilarating experience
in the dream of her visit to the wonderland,
her imaginative mind drove her often outdoors onto
the open expanse of the undulating landscape
that rolled before her dreamy eyes with animated fantasy.
One night as she was spell-bound,
gazing at the star-crowned sky,
she felt she flew beyond the galaxy
and fell into a wormhole where
she travelled faster than light
from one point to another disparate point
in the space-time continuum.
The survival struggle thrust her
into the abysmal warren,
capturing intrepidly her fading frame
in the fleeting flow of the flexible time.
The disarrayed pieces of her mind were thrown
into the debris of dismal confusion,
she was unable to escape from the chasm,
even if she arduously attempted ad infinitum.
She lost the concept of the present
as she traveled time to the cosmic distant past,
witnessed the glare of the Big Bang
and the birth of the billion suns of the milky way.
A far away dwarf star pulled her then
across the curved space of vacuity
to the future where she saw the Big Crunch,
shrinking the universe
into a singular God particle.
Traveling mystified in the tunnel of time
through the wormhole,
as her psychic alcove merged with spatial infinity
she was sucked into a black hole
that bent her self-control
and deformed her perception of time.
While she was losing mesmerized
the sense of her entity into nothingness,
and started to gravitate toward the point of no return,
she came out once again from the trance of fantasy.