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There is no Beating in this Hollow, Heinous Heart
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Jutting juxtaposed jackal jaws, tearing Love apart
Anathematize abandoned, never forgiving Atrocities
This is how I live, how I grow, how I stay in control
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Where are you Love?, I Long for YOU, with LOVE so TRUE
I gaze into the Eyes of LOVE; I see the Darkness of Death
Yet my Heart can not Shed a Tear, For Eons of FOREVER
I Will ALWAYS and FOREVER, LOVE YOU, LENORE
I gaze into the Eyes of LOVE; I see the Darkness of Death
Jutting juxtaposed jackal jaws: Tearing LOVE Apart
Shredding the Heart, ripping away My LOVE : and my Breath
The Tears are running down my cheeks, for Hell’s dark road I depart
My Eyes burn, covered with the Billows of the Smoke from Hell
The Tears are running down my cheeks, for Hell’s dark road I depart
There is no Beating in this Hollow, Heinous Heart
Anathematize abandoned, never forgiving Atrocities
Yet my Heart can not Shed a Tear, for Eons of FOREVER
Walking, a Dark lonesome hot ember road, through Eons of Infinities
To be Continued
Inspired by TPS’ blog “Integrity“; this is the Liege you do not see
Dedicated to those who do not believe, like me
There is no beating in this hollow, heinous Heart
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Jutting juxtaposed jackal jaws, tearing Love apart
Anathematize abandoned, always forgive Atrocities
This is how I live, how I grow, how I stay in control
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Where are you Love?, I Long for YOU, with LOVE so TRUE
I gaze into the Eyes of LOVE; I see the Darkness of Death
Yet my Heart can not Shed a Tear, For Eons of FOREVER
I Will ALWAYS and FOREVER, LOVE YOU, LENORE
To be Continued
Inspired by TPS’ blog “Integrity“; this is the Liege you do not see
Dedicated to those who do not believe, like me
They come to her hungry - hopeful
To be fed facile fantasy, a script he held
Stowed in boyhood through decades
Recessed where sweating shame dwelled
Invisible while he achieved accolades
Gridiron big man outperform boastful
Invited him - initial meeting innocent, ice cream
Daddy intrigued by her earnest licking nimble
Turquoise tip of nose - How is it him she chose!
Cheerful, charming, character a pure miracle
Bulging cheeks, bubblegum rubber musky rose
Blonde polished cup pours cordial ruse supreme
She is melting, delicate, lacking, needs guidance
Developed via his worldly wisdom, operation infuse
Gifts to uplift her, mould her to become recognised
As his arm or appendage, entrenched, morning muse
Showoff chattel mantelpiece trophy, triumph prized
Afloat in alter ego, dazzled by desire, her vibrance
By her childish chat chuffed - heart tackled
Tables tipped like scales, nubile ponytail smile
Untied ribbons rewind wrongs, forgiveness fulfils
Putty, petty criminals are tethered, put on trial
Paying a penance for their filth, provision spills
Pirated pockets prescribe her opiate tranquil
Sheathed in subtle saccharine mystique, as he prefers
Entranced by her emptiness, he creates facets suitable
Cherry topped toffee coffee scoop serves saturation
Crushable ribs, jutting hip bones, bird fragile beautiful
Flutters fast on fathering parts, orgasmic exaggeration
Favourite flavour - thousand sprinkles what’s his is hers
Fourth of September
Flavour of Seduction
There is no Beating in this Hollow, Heinous Heart
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Jutting juxtaposed jackal jaws, tearing Love apart
Anathematize abandoned, never forgiving Atrocities
This is how I live, how I grow, how I stay in Control
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Where are You Love?, I Long for YOU, with LOVE so TRUE
I gaze into the Eyes of LOVE; I see the Darkness of Death
Yet my Heart can not Shed a Tear, For Eons of FOREVER
I Will ALWAYS and FOREVER, LOVE YOU, LENORE
I gaze into the Eyes of LOVE; I see the Darkness of Death
Jutting juxtaposed jackal jaws: Tearing LOVE Apart
Shredding the Heart, ripping away My LOVE : and my Breath
The Tears are running down my cheeks, for Hell’s dark road I depart
My Eyes burn, covered with the Billows of the Smoke from Hell
The Tears are running down my cheeks, for Hell’s dark road I depart
There is no Beating in this Hollow, Heinous Heart
Anathematize abandoned, never forgiving Atrocities
Yet my Heart can not Shed a Tear, for Eons of FOREVER
Walking, a Dark lonesome hot ember road, through Eons of Infinity
I will ALWAYS and FOREVER, LOVE YOU :“LENORE”
Where are You LOVE?, I long for YOU, with LOVE so TRUE
I walk through the desolate Fire of my Sins, FOREVERMORE
I suffer the Lost of Integrity, I cry for my Eternal LOVE for YOU
This is how I live, how I grow, how I stay in Control
Inspired by TPS’ blog “Integrity“; this is the Liege you do not see
Dedicated to those who do not believe, like me
Mocking the dead,
the vampire on the hill, high
above the cityscape. Why
does his cloak wrap around?
It moves with a hissing sound,
blackened on the outside,
blue on the molten graveside.
Sharpening incisors on the crag,
but
the villagers with their worn rags
tight fisted with their goodly lights -
those lanterns, infused with salt
of garlic, compelled forward in the dead
of night. Mockers and murderers, fed
by rage, want to dispel the wine and bread.
Hell,
the strangulation of fire, lava rolling
down the hill. Mocking, laughter -
the shivering of the old church rafters.
The reborn, new creation, settled
on roof-blowing praise. Nettled,
old Nick, the vampire king unsettled.
Mocking the dead,
making his own bed, jutting at jugulars,
darkening the atmosphere, drawing
congregants, unholy. But, someone holy
has his heels on the vampire’s head.
He’s been banished…dead heads’ rolling.
The glorious light of the lamb, consoling.
You wind along, jutting in and out:
sneaking under leafy limbs, you pace,
slithering past grasslands there about,
like a shiny snake with stealth and grace.
Further down you creep past rolling hills,
lawns so green with homes and lovely view.
Silver ripples mirror sun that thrills
eyes of those above that follow you.
Time idles by as you move along,
creeping with your never-ending flow.
Mysteries hide deep, to you belong,
as you glide past here from long ago.
December 10, 2016
~8th Place~
Contest: River Line
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Judged: 02/19/2016
Anti Establishmentarian - hashtags himself as antithetical
I stand, (albeit figuratively) athwart
current mainstream popular opinions concluded
(i.e. swirling) within
metaphorical eddies storied Senate high court
case in point constituting acquittal regarding
good and plenti jinxed
high crimes and misdemeanors
purportedly linkedin quid pro quo
president Donald John Trump,
whereby Republican partisan tipping point
ultimately decreed triumph
able, eager, ready, and willing to escort
kickstarting naysayers, rebel rousers,
and woebegone yawping zealots
(think Democrats) courtesy,
a fictional humanoid robot christened Gort
first debut appearance in 1951
20th Century Fox American science
fiction film The Day the Earth Stood Still.
Smug mugshot depicts
victorious commander in chief with jutting jaw
can now figuratively wring his hands
(more resembling puffed wheat bear paw)
whereat he reveals sharp glistening
barbed freighted, galvanized pointed claw
daring any elected official to follow scofflaw
(think Nancy Pelosi, who got hustled off -
her role as speaker of the House
security details immediately did withdraw
faster than greased lightning,
and/or Quick Draw Mcgraw
after she ripped Trump’s
State of the Union speech),
she definitely decreed guilty of fas paux
undoubtedly wincing how she got raw
end concerning high stakes Art of the Deal.
Drama under domed capital suddenly
(hello kitty) meow my
tectonically shifted analogous
to hydrogen bomb that fell out of sky
starring loose cannon shot
supremely above United States government law,
oh my dog I wanna die
versus enduring four more years,
one garden variety generic guy
who doth agonizingly decry
what will become of truth tellers forced to lie
thru their teeth...
er (yours truly) dentures, whereby
that will pose no deterrent for bluetooth to spy
every painstaking action cumulative data
nowhere off limits, yupper even
becoming American as apple pie
plus embedded into skein of ordinary house fly,
thus essentially fomenting grassroots
freedom fighting militia to stave off doom...
analogous as one after another protesters
dangle over the River Kwai.
In time shadows in an old windy shed
are names of sojourners who've passed this way;
now my wandering boot does older tread
where I passed on a long forgotten day.
I see their faces on wall and jetty
drinking beer, watching the wind and tide turn,
where on horizon across a dark sea
aerodrome Air Squadron lights brightly burn.
Time and tide fade in this hidden cove
where beneath the waves the taniwha rove.
By the salt marshes of this cold gulf sea
I carved my name for a posterity.
On its seawall and rocky jutting shore
the white breasted gulls and shags flit the sky –
yes, there was a time but not anymore
I gazed the stars over Whenuapai.
Crazed by lunar tide and hearts asunder
fumbling some Anglo lass or native girl,
or some legless dumb fool fallen under
feeding the fishes with a mighty hurl!
Into its riptides we dived bombed its depths
on a leap of faith into the drop zone,
and from its pull clung to those ocean steps
where over the Skyhawk war birds had flown.
Time and tide fade in this hidden cove
where beneath the waves the taniwha rove.
By the salt marshes of this cold gulf sea
I carved my name for a posterity.
Those dark undercurrents still rip below
when its flood of memories ebb away,
and now all I am is a time shadow
where I passed on a long forgotten day.
Written: December 1991
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
“Feeling, not thinking, Soul with Love linking
~ we attained God consciousness unblinking”.
Mind of the heart
Neither thinking
nor feeling
~ Void ~
Soul penetrates innermost
chamber time to time
takes it on ecstatic
journeys to unknown
ocean mines
zips open my armour
blood dripping
octopus grimacing
crushes, smash
Heart
to smithers
I cry not for God blinks
mermaid and merman
whips tails together
whale songs in distance
deep dive
Jonah still imprisoned
above an albatross
altitude altar soars
No mind for thoughts
tabernacling
only a spacious journey
across seas silver
star gates I myself
unlock
lymph losing colour
of tailscales tailored
pearlescent
Are these fingers or
toes waking
whispering ?
Not know I
I only know I AM
HEART in obedience
to ONE
Armour crashes onto
bottomless floor
no grounding lore
I fall, fall fathomless
lie quiet beating
breathing
throbbing exhausted
exhumed encrypted
exposed
I AM liquid Love
sensing coelacanth
eggs in golden keg
Shiva seeps through
viking waters cold
I glide into His
embrace slit
sea salt fed
Naked doorway veins
to strange domains
arteries touch Void
gently become
flickering flames
dice game dance
mitochondria translucent
your merman tail
loses its scales
hair stick to oyster rock
justice jutting
Neptune silent soothes
Jonah’s three days
served staring upward
to Crystalline Light
blinding sight
No thinking no feeling
no thing ~
I AM HEART divine
no nose, no ears,
no skin sublime
Vulnerable
though you, Soul
swam as Sea
Vulture visceral
Two diamond dragon
drops in Divinity’s
explosive glare
We melt into His
caressing stare
could not blink
no eyes
brown or green
neither lids to
comfort kiss
We attained God
Consciousness
colourless
we keep away from the racket
street noise, huffing and puffing
to whisper intimately, a lilt of catchy
its weight of dandelions seeded
an ebb and flow of what others thinly imagine
we whisper a new kind of lyric
personalized
gratifying
soft words of casual enticement
me finding her eyes that dart like Dagwood tumbles
whispers to remind us of a shared love of lines
like Picasso angles
or jutting pines in backlit light
as hawk wings tower bladed lines
hushed words
crafted to startle and surprise
a serene feeling of time slowing
what could go wrong in whispers
like syrup on waffles?
our way to trace clues of pleasure
rich in concealment
to fill our minds
with music at low volume
played within a world
as it is
pulling apart
tilted at us