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Peaceful Reading
I was writing.
There was a beginning,
a middle and an end.
It was not happy or sad,
but it was exciting,
and interesting... at times.
The pen hit the paper,
the ink flowed,
in streams...
and a river of black.
Yet there were red,
in the words...
and the sentences,
that left readers concerned
about today,
forgetting yesterday,
in favor of tomorrow.
"Not enough detail,
not enough courageous outrage,
for the stages of New York.
Not enough elements of evil,
to fill the streets of Los Angels,
as players for money,
over time."
Long lists of categories,
that have been added.
Changes to the dictionary,
Webster was sold out.
Slang,
pain,
no gain,
only loss
of integrity,
and creative grace.
The race for first place,
a best-seller,
not worth your soul,
for the simple fame, you gain.
Be ready instead,
for the coming of all truth,
and the removal of censorship,
by those in power,
as they will be forced...
and the outcome,
a loss of control.
11/28/16
Thrive survive and live
It is what it is
A day of nothing or success using sieves
Carbonation in the soda pop making it fizz
Distinguished areas for hers and his
Individuals involved or infatuated with the showbiz
Don't get in a tizz
Some just take and or give
The planet spins
Life with cartilage and fins swims
Strikes, splits and gutterballs in lanes with bowling pins
Rooms for rent available at inns
Breath mints in tins
Boys and girls occasionally born as twins
Music made with all instruments even violins
Sports and games played with javelins
At church they'll sing hymns
Sometimes you'll need a membership to certain gyms
Whole milk, soy and skim
Going out on a limb
And off a whim
You either lose draw or win
Even if it's only by a smidge
Another opportunity and day begins
Going from light to dim
Above and below the ridge
On either side of the bridge
Help out your kin
Especially when times are grim
Low to high bids
Placed on items
Waters fished for nearly everything, including squid
Due to road conditions, speed and a loss of control, the car slid
Around the corner and the tires started to skid
Recently or way back when
People have disappeared off the grid
No idea all that you or I have did
And the same could be said for where we've been
By: Dalton Ogletree
Whisper Quiet Blanket
All Surroundings are Crystal White,
Soft, Beautiful, Silence,
Nestled in Flakey Fall from Sky's Height,
Each Patterned *Asterisk* by Science Is,
Unique, A "Nes", Not Man's Hand in Sleight,
G-d Granting A World of Quiescence,
Interlude from the Usual Freight,
Calling for Wonder of Nature's Essence,
Our Vulnerability & Fate We Appreciate,
Munchkins Roll Balls into Snowmens,
That We Can Humbly Emulate,
Accept A Loss of Control, Our Fences & Pens,
Before It's Too Late, See We're Inadequate!
Reflect: We're Not Roosters but Hens ...
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Note: Nes is Hebrew for Miracle
The noise is a wound that won't heal
Vibrations don't let scars take hold
Held by a grip that tightens at will
No mind over matter
Because my mind is its hold
Even when seeing it coming
Light travels faster than sound after all
I can brace for impact but still
Adrenaline is injected
Muscles clench
Shaking starts
Without fail Again here I go
It is simply a noise I know
Still
car horns leave me screaming
bus brakes I am squealing
when my lover does dishes
I cringe taking cover
Still
The Noise
isn't all noise
Again my mind is its hold
be it threat or loss of control
Not all noise is my foe
fireworks and thunder are spared
and the right beat at the right time can be blared
but I have been concussed was
knocked out for three days
cussed at on my bike
blaring horns two decades
So I ask you to Please keep it down
and one more thing please
please
no parrots please.
For The Noise contest Hosted by Shadow Hamilton
Composed in the wee hours of March 6th 2017
It was love at first sight
Thought of you every night
Can’t stop thinking of you
What am I gonna do?
Blinding love at first sight
It was love at first sight
me feeling high as a kite
Ah, but this too shall pass
searching for greener grass
Crazy love at first sight
(Chorus)
Head over heels into the unknown
Doomed to fail before true love’s seed sown
Loss of control by true love’s presidium
Love’s cliché coup (surrounded by idioms)
~ Blinding, crazy love at first sight
It was love at first sight
but not all black and white
If I throw caution to wind
will my life then upend?
Stormy love at first sight
It was love at first sight
Why am I so uptight?
Will i be lumped with fools,
An exception to rules?
Scary love at first sight
(Chorus)
Head over heels into the unknown
Doomed to fail before true love’s seed sown
Loss of control by true love’s presidium
Love's cliché coup (surrounded by idioms)
~ Stormy, scary love at first sight
It was love at first sight
Dizzying passage of rite
Love is blind at what cost?
Best to have loved then lost?
All’s fair in love at first sight
It was love at first sight
Can two wrongs make a right?
One plus one’s never two
when one’s heart isn’t true
Fickle love at first sight
(Chorus)
Head over heels into the unknown
Doomed to fail before true love’s seed sown
Loss of control by true love’s presidium
Love's cliché coup (surrounded by idioms)
~ All‘s fair in fickle love at first sight
I told Lara,
told her we would meet again.
Her on the metal table,
the light bleeding over
stainless steel and clinging to
arm hair’s, draining
color from her matted fur.
In her eyes something - not light
more what light becomes
when soil is shoveled up,
a soft luminosity, rain dark.
On the way here,
she had on the backseat of the car
the loss of control, her blindness…
for a while she shuffled,
put her nose to the side window
as if smelling better days,
then she whimpered,
from the driver’s seat I heard myself say:
'there, there',
knowing we were 'there' already.
When we arrived
she was laid down between the seats,
I had to tug her out the back door,
she let me, sometimes she liked to play dead
when she didn't want to do something -
not now.
Now I am looking down
watching her blind eyes following something,
maybe tracking these strange smells,
or seeking out shapes only blindness can see.
Animals don’t think of their own death,
they don’t imagine it, for them
it’s just a place where they are.
The young woman in the white coat
asks me if I wanted to hold her?
I could tell my old dog was going,
I held my breath, staring at the ceiling
trying not to be anywhere.
I don’t believe in the past or the future,
not in any absolute sense.
My guess is that Lara did not either,
maybe we are meeting now
as I write these words -
words not spoken.
Before I even put it to drive
I saw you in the future
As if my heart couldnt believe my eyes
The Spring day lovers
Conquest of summers sunsets
My heart explodes
Minutes of our loving days
embers glow
Our limits bound
Silience has a new sound
It punishes you for falling victim
I saw it coming the end at the start
She wins,she wins I fall
Knowing her thought
But not the true path of her heart
Indsguise a fluffy polar bear
Ripped out your eyes
By fault of lust
By fault of love
I could not ask for better treatment
I could not question how or why
Theres never ever been a lie ever
Because it is said
How I want to hear it
By fault of love
I've severed my conscious from the backplates of my brain. I’ve pleated vine and cord through the cracks of my rib, bedsores spreading across my ever-paling appearance. I haven't left this hole in weeks.
I get nauseous at my own proof of life, conviction, correction of every flaw flowing out the gaps in my crooked mouth. I let insecurity envelop me, so I hide. I hibernate through nightfall and shorter sunshine. I paint powder over blemishes and broken bones. I crave to be coddled in frozen droplets and sheer fabrics that cool my skin; But I can't bear to be draped in anything but harsh winter coats and the pudge that distorts my figure.
Maybe, I'm addicted to hatred. A taste so strong I can only starve it out of my system - though I'd drown in the taste of every regret I've shoved down. Every loss of control is sharp at the end, blackening my ivories and souring my savory-sweet till I'm all overt ailment and I can't salt the snow that strikes me.
Over time, I've been pricked and prodded. What is now only winter breath replacing empty calories down my throat. What was once soft snowfall is now avalanche, and I can't bring myself to do anything but lay down and freeze.
Our eyes are kindled with the careless spark of a sudden glance.
Few words are spoken, our eyes making a silent dialogue …
Invitation and consent.
Our passion-flame, vivid orange and blue-red,
Heating our blood until, like mulled wine,
It warm-flows.
Our wine-breath is warm and sweet,
Our mouths exchanging hungry kisses
Like greedy children.
Our bodies clinging to one another as if
Close to the precipice, we fear to fall.
Yet relish the thought of falling
In an ever-falling close embrace.
Too soon, from the scorch-blackened earth
Of frenzied and fiery lust
My Phoenix-fear arises.
Fear of engulfment, loss of control,
Guilty longings.
But the spark, the flame is gone.
Merely shadows and embers remain.
Too late.
Sudden strangers, you and I
June 1986
Some strong emotion
touched my mind today
it wasn't quite expected
and was quickly pushed away
then later as the evening passed
the thought that harvested emotion
intruded on every thought that entered
my awareness
and pressed for recognition
this thought was not a thought of harm
in fact was intended to inspire
this thought that reaped a harvest of fear and hurt
was simply stated
find happy
and now as evening passes
into morning
I quietly asses
the thoughts that help me
to be happy
and can tell that they too
cause distress
for although the memories
from within the fields of my mind
often find a way to feed
some hunger
they also seem to be a plague
that tears my heart asunder
how is it that a happy thought
can lead to so much destruction
that at one point you're laughing
and have cramps in your face
and tummy
and the next you're crying
and hurt all over
after going through a period
of disconnect
and feeling a storm build despite
the elements from climate control
why is it so surprising that
one thought
could cause such a LOSS of control
Even now a scientist may wish
for climate control
But a thing as simple as the beat
of a butterfly wing
as small
throws even the best plans off
Then why should a thought of control
not be effected
by the similar
the beat of one butterfly wing
the same as one phrase
is small, yes
but is not insignificant
I have learned over time
that control is an illusion
so why I thought my mind
protected
eludes me still
A thought becomes that tiny spark
that transforms into emotion
the trick is in turning the effects
into something useful
I guess what I can take from this
is that not everything can be contained and controlled
and what I am given
that is loosed in my mind
can be turned into something of value
its worth greater
that its weight in gold
a thought of inspiration
may indeed sometimes cause
hurt
but taking time to be AWARE
will help you grow
and help you learn to acknowledge the hurt
to live
to accept the moment
to not push it unwanted away
and with those thoughts
the inspired words
find happy
you learn to be happy