Long Mallet Poems
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Everybody observes the naked universe
But never ask if it's polite to do so
Just like the door to my chest has been opened
Revealing my naked heart to the world
Some people look with disgust
Some people look with pity
But most refuse to look at all
So I may as well be a mannequin
A slightly more complex mannequin
With feelings like paper mache
I'm slightly more reasonable than a drunk
Ever so slightly though I'm afraid
When a door closes a door opens
A chance to take a chance in chance
A chance to dance among the stars
A chance to be something wonderful
Like when two imbalanced souls meet
Their hearts may finally rejoice
For a man is not a man unless a man is a man
But a man is not a man if within he cannot find himself
I could peer into the mirror and see something sinister
And aghast I might take a mallet to the mirror
But honestly parading my insecurities like fashion
Was probably a bad play from the beginning
I found myself before the wall, the wall
Where I ripped my heart from my chest
And there it was nailed for the world to behold
Making a martyr of my own feelings
When the world faded from my fingertips
Like blood from an open wound
The sky outside faded to a very deep black
And I could no longer see my reality
But see that wall was an empty wall
Humanity goes out, inhumanity was bred
I may have been such a foolish youth
But deep inside I knew a truth
I thought I had forgotten how to feel
When in truth I was afraid to feel
When I nailed my heart to the wall
That was when I became a mannequin
And only when I take back my heart
Will I ever become a man again
To find my heart is to find yours
Before a blushing naked universe
I won’t stare at the sun
So help me – strike me blind
I know what it’s like to be one
Who feels all but left behind
A product of the time
A consumer lost in space
Where do ya go
When you do not know
And the wind blows dirt in your face?
Idiot strength
Is the kind
On which I’m depending
On the boardwalk they call life
At the carnival in our minds,
There’s a path right thru the strife
There’s no wait in line for the rides
Now I’m pickin’ up this mallet
I intend to ring that bell
If my demeanor comes unraveled,
Then baby, it’s just as well
Idiot strength
Guarantees
A happy ending
Idiot strength
Is the love to you
I’m sending
Idiot strength
Is the currency
I been spending
Idiot strength
Is not a debate
Worth contending
Idiot strength –
It’s a rip
That doesn’t want mending.
They need to understand and believe this fact. I will heal the hurt and let them live in harmony with themselves. There is nothing to Fear. They must stop feeding Fear and allow me to enter their hearts and minds.
I object your honor. Love is attempting to hide her envolment by blaming me for her failures. Fact is,
she admits she forced herself into my clients heart
without his permission.
Objection sustained. Love have you facts to
substantiate your claims that Fear has played
a part in you being accused? This is quite unusual.
You are now very close to contempt of court.
Judge, Love should be cited for making such outrages false accusation. The people she is referring to are grown adults who know their minds.
Love now tells us these intelligent people are reluctant to trust her? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds? Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, take a look at Love perched on that chair. Take a long hard look.
She believes she can heal you. She is the one who abandoned you in the first place. See that calm emotionless beautiful face, those big brown fawn looking eyes. Dont be deceived. Behind those eyes lurks a cunning and dangerous person.
The judge pounded his desk with his mallet shouting.
Fear, sit down and stop telling me what I must do. One more outburst and it will be you who will be cited.
Form:
sometimes your heart and your brain has to bleed to smile
here i am exhaling with delight, but said delight is an internal clown
if you could have smelled the scent on the towels before these towels,
you would have thought that we both went into cardiac arrest
i once thought that there were sweet smelling flowers in my mouth
then i met a woman with a Get Real Mallet
now here i am answering the How Many Lumps question again
it is then that i realize that it is Saturday Morning and that i am missing the cartoons of my youth
suddenly she awakens with a carnal urge for a few more quiet conversations about oars
i oblige because when God is the Post Office, you accept the Special Delivery with Sweet Silence.....nuff said....
i represent an
invisible wall to
you
everytime you walk
by
i wish i was a
magician only for
you
everytime you walk
by
i would create the
most amazing art for
you
everytime you walk
by
i would totally
erase the maze of
confusion for you
everytime you walk
by
the bridge of
rejection sends my
inner fear into
ascension
i want to fall off
intentionally when i
imagine the natural
scent of you
internally i do
jumping jacks
internally i do
squat thrusts
externally i do
speed walks
externally i do the
shy guy stroll
everytime you walk
by
i guess i deserve to
be the ghost as
practice for the
sport of your
resistance
i wish i had a
pickaxe
i wish i had a
mallet
i wish i had a
poker....anything to
to help extend my
arms
everytime you walk
by
now the day is done
now the night
becomes the
masterful bully
now the dawn of day
teases me with its
indecisiveness
now the apex of the
torture begins for
me again
everytime you walk
by
Part 2
Some of these guys were under contract we had to look into what they were doing. And what they were saying. Of the original function the goals set out by the company would be meet. They formed a union, some cursed it. Performed, planned and attribution would illustrate the needs of the many. The values of team players and supporting the position came into play. Some guys looked great on the field, but working with others often lead to weird situations. We started preaching the "reciprocal" looking for what we had put in, the values instilled by our togetherness. We started calling guys back in. I heard that some of these guys had started a Rasslin league, I wished them well, I told them' if they were under contract with us "That bolona had to stop!" Some jerk sent me a tough steak and a mallet tenderiser as a gift. I smirked a cool joke: but we had 12 weeks to get ten teams fully prepared for a fall debut. We knew from our own experiences that we could do it, we just needed it done. "Doing the damn thing" meant had every peaking order spoken and examined and putting what the players needed us to know about them and what was important to them. "Perky" Fizzer Frumpee' a canadain amatuer wrestler and a great footballer was said to had developed a concept to crown a World Champion from the group of guys he had under contract.won/one, he told me. His first champion would be the guy who lose in the big fight to determine the prize. The rubber match would actually be the championship bout in full reciprocation of the first bout. He wrote this down and showed me.1/3 x 3/1 = 1. I sad"yeah you're right that's the way it goes." Nights later I heard that a 4 week campaign to get 20,000 into a stadium worked and the bout would be scheduled as a Championship Contest to crown the World Champion. Being a guy who knew the staff I knew what was going on.
The in between years
The un-handed mallet, laying without consience.
The smiling, changing expression of freinds past, in defiance.
That moment, sinking amongst dead feathers.
The call of the clock stagnant, without any treasures.
Amongst the rustling mildew leaves a bird, black, yellow beaked !
That smile , i knew, in the dark times,
leaden, in hours oh so bleak.
What of those years then in quilted calm,
mingled in loops of ropes safe from harm.
What of those back broken strokes of sin,
mixed by a guilt pricked pin.
Ah, those years of in between !
You, and me, and a visited Queen.
Ah those days , those fleeting away,
I miss you more, and more, each day.
i am drawing a blank right now
the clock is sweating and becoming impatient
i see the dots and spots that formulate clots in the hollow banks of my memory
i am collecting the air as i write
the sky is dehydrated and becoming desperate
i notice that sags in my rags that causes invisible razors in the tags of my tattered clothing
i am draining my brain in vain
the walls are transforming into chatterbox chalkboards mercilessly tickling the tolerance of my sanity
i experience the faded scenes of genes thorughly dismantling the teams i once relied on to cope
all the while
blueprint rhythms pile
and go wild
every page emits rage
in a collective deluge of
escapades
i spin until the whirling
air kisses my eyeballs
in multilples of multiplicity
then the mallet slams down
like thunder on a lazy sunday
my mind is set free, and no matter
the emotions in the middle of the pot,
i inspire a type of happiness in you in continuum....
my heart is in your hands
hungering for resuscitation from you
i beg for you to put down the hammer
and remember the beauty of the work that got us here
i realize that things change and the vacations that we go on because of them
however we cannot lose track of the steadiness because of the roaring rapids
if we utilize our long abandonned cooperation techniques, we can then extinguish the merciless inferno
your heart is in my hands
hungering for resuscitation from me
you beg for me to put down the mallet
and remember the beauty of the carefully planned construction that got us here
you understand that people change and philosophies constantly switch directions
however we cannot lose hope because of relentless winding roads
if we utilize our long forgotten compromising skills, we can then eliminate the remorseless blizzard
Written: May 05, 2024, For Jaymee Thomas Contest
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Incessant ticking of timepieces,
reverberating clatter of a mallet in motion,
the whole thing testifies to an illusion.
Time,
only a delusion
Its sole goal is to decay and degrade,
the surplus is as worthless as our frail cells
Inward metamorphosis is what truly entices.
There will be a sunrise
once you cease to exist,
but fodder for maggots.
Yet,
from their perspective,
your remains,
provide a sustenance for survival,
their growth,
and their eventual ascension
perspective,
an invaluable commodity,
yet,
stay ignorant of two sides of a coin.
tales spun from our ignorance abyss.
Is love a reality or a falsehood in society?
a tether to maintain their focus,
how can they hinder their whims?
what else might motivate them to squander
indulgences such as candies or blooms?
leverage of greenery,
similar to the cost of water,
twisted nature repulses my senses.
Being a societal outcast,
do I not deserve an ample resolution?
at the pinnacle of my tale,
will I be restrained with shackles?
due to repugnant acts of cruelty,
your detested species has wrought
on my turbulent figure?
Ignite your wake pyre,
should you require a tan?