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Blech - impossible mission to savor mug of ginger tea...
When the entire mug awash
with floating leavings
by golly by gosh,
sipping said herbal brew
analogous challenge
to eat spaghetti squash
with one chopstick.
Earlier yesterday February twenty fourth
two thousand twenty four
found yours truly (me)
blithely consuming delicious
La COLOMBE DOUBLE LATTE
cold iced latte, complete
with a frothy layer
of milk and a touch of sugar.
Lower gastrointestinal war civil
immediately declared
because yours truly beleaguered
by lactose intolerance.
Courtesy veritable sweet tooth
(er...rather dentures)
craved absolute zero sum game yoking,
wickedly villainous, x'acting tummy
upsetting Pavlovian salivating, romancing,
quid pro quo woe pea pie us, orthodox,
conventional, nun habit forming (Lie),
mouth watering, lip locked, kickstarting,
Je Suis ill lust trios, hymn bracing,
gobstopping, feasting immediate laxative
inducing, decadent chocolate baneful
cake courtesy of adoring bubela, (the
same over stuffed ego freezer oft
mentioned counterpart, who unwittingly
prepared spot of tea), charming,
hugely overpowering tenderly loving
zee missus diabolically exuding
"FAKE" gracious humane insinuating
jabbering, knowingly ill loo man hating,
needful offal pestiferous quasi rip
snorting, tush under fire, violent
whooshing, expelling xyz lower
abdominal contractions, indubitably
kindling, jumpstarting instagramming
howling, fostering execrable, debilitating,
besieging posterior, automatically
clutching derriere, experiencing ferocious
gluteus maximus intractable jabbing, knifing,
lacerating, mutilating nameless oaf (me),
painfully quaking das simian, torturously
undergoing vicious wretched excessive
yawping worse fate than death!
Otherwise ass hide from irritable bowel
syndrome approximately
twenty four hours ago
from Saturday February twenty fifth
two thousand twenty four
me quite yawningly wonderful, uneventful,
sedate, quiet, ordinary, mundane, languid,
joyously humdrum, fabulously for
two whit tuss lee drab
characterized local buttuck blaster
also hashtagged endearment
as bubble butt.
Now shall I cut thee a slice of outrageously
luscious, keister jump/kick starting heavenly
gourmet deluxe cheese cake?
Beauty and the Beast
In the deep core of her skin
I feel a human who is no saint
Cutting out her heart, ripping everything to shreds
Leaving my prey gutless, in every form of sin (HUSBAND)
Watch the last beat of her heart as I slowly slaughter your (WIFE)
Thank you for participating as I slowly kill her in every way
Stripping her down, enjoying her birthday suit
Watch as I slice her throat,
enjoy the color red pumping out her neck
She gasp, she gulps on her blood
Gently I reach in and remove her silent tongue
I devour her deepness, for all the beauty you mistook
Detaching all her limbs before she gave God her grace
I gave her no pity while she gave one last breath
Look at the empty emotions I left behind in her eye
Staring right back, as I pound a new cavity in her chest
Laughing at her brutal cry!
Confessing, it was time to satisfy the demons within
Chuckle at the thought, how beauty up and left
Trapped by God's given darkness,
Depressing abyss no one will miss
Her mind such a waste, a hunger she left behind only I can taste
Her eyes, I will cut and burn, for allowing him to blind her way-
Her red plum lips, I have sewn shut, for never speaking up-
Her tongue I swallowed completely
I could not stand the crying of the soon to be slaughtered sheep
Bathing naked in her guts for not defending herself
Plunging out her spine, pricking my finger on her hip
My blood gushing out thick while hers flows thin
Analyzing while mutilating, myself reflected twin
A mistake was to lurk, trapping the beauty within
Putting her in a coffin, knowing this will dry up the tears
I'm holding up a guard with an unbreakable shell
My prisoner in this body of lust, forgetting the meaning of hell
The women inside is dead, I murdered her long ago
The front I put upon is colder than snow
How can I let her find her Beauty-----------(WIFE)
When she still lives with the beast----------(HUSBAND)
I know her only secret,
That will give her life and brighten her glow
Give her a delicate rose and you will see!
The ugliness will melt, and reveal her true identity
*Thank you Beast,
*For reminding me what killed the Beauty
~5/20/2010~
Incomprehensible space/time continuum intrigues...
One insignificant, infinitesimal
incomprehensibleness cosmic speck,
who doth readily confess
swallowed within
infinite cosmic wormhole, nonetheless,
he feels mind boggled, fascinated,
transfixed... helpless to express
following concept suddenly
gripping his feeble mental compass.
I haint never gonna get
smart enough to understand
supposedly how universe
under contract to expand
subscribers embracing divine
intervention ascribe to invisible hand
cosmographical phenomena defies
garden variety *****sapien
understanding schema so grand
feeble analogy whereby
Neanderthal apt to understand
lingual mechanics predicated
I grammatically, markedly, pointedly...
exclaim with ampersand.
No particular reason nor rhyme
prompted contemplation
Einsteinian/ Stephen
Hawking concepts sublime
defy one average guy
way past his prime
ideal, optimal, universal... time
to fortify i.e. cognitive ability
brewing, immersing, steeping... gray matter
within astrophysicist clime,
now punishing ignorance mime
limited aptitude climb
stymied best taught during childhood
undoubtedly education pioneer - Haim
Ginott speculate would even
advocate buzzfeeding fetus
with intelligent boosting enzyme.
I chomp at the metaphorical bridled bit
and chafe not being genius like Trump pit
ing president (gag me with a spoon),
and lemme don pith helm mitt
this crash test dummy, whit
no shadow of doubt ready to quit
human race if said nitwit
nabs 20/20 election twit
tilling, spindling, mutilating,
fondling... constitutional sacred writ
issuing dynastic emperor gambit
hastening cremated ashes (mine)
launched into distant orbit
bajillion light years
careering, hopscotching, zipping
eventually reincarnated into runny Babbit
ironically enslaved for profit
blindly obedient dagnabbit,
indentured as intergalactic caddy
fired while under probation as apprentice
up Paul ling lee forced to exit
Sartre's stage door left sporting
embarrassing MAGA prison outfit
hustled away courtesy
as laughingstock exhibit.
Thus, I helm ship of state into black void
alone within cosmos, yes...overjoyed!
“Mother”, someone we adore!
Unconditionally loved ,with secrets that are stored.
...But for me, something is different than before.
Now, I am incomplete and adulterated at the core
When there should have existed so much more.
My nurturing days have irreversibly waned.
They were taken away, discarded, and stained;
Given back to me, the “no-mother”, drowning in pain
By a man with no more face and no more name.
My children now only know deceit, limits and fear,
That they were born and just that they are here.
But what do we call her (me), mother dear?
For all they know is what’s alive in their tears.
The ‘mother’ in me arises
Through the lies, and to her ties;
Attempting to hear her children’s cries.
The seething male simply smiles and sighs.
A wretched way to be torn apart;
Reduced to nothing, accused of a no beating heart.
In my children’s eyes, I have no part.
For the of truth of my love was twisted and distort.
My body and soul disposed of, shoved aside.
The abuse of love showed no remorse, only despise;
From the man which I once did love and abide.
He would ,from the world, forever try to hide his lies
In an instant this woman leaves her heart aside
And she escapes her bondage, her heart desperately cries
Her children’s heart broken, left behind
Her only hope for all... was for her to survive.
Lingering, the mutilating damage caused
The malefactor laughs without applause
Sacrificing his children without pause
Only in his death will this demon be declawed.
He shouts out loud in his kingly quest still
Selfish to the bone, icy and chilled,
“She’ll be unhappy, and I’ll be fulfilled”...
And it is my will and, “ I have the right to kill”...
One man’s drive keeps no one alive.
The woman (and mother) in me holds on one more day to strive
Building hopes and dreams of the one’s she loves the most into life
While watching her children closely, but surely, not die.
And just for today
I didn’t live a lie.
Just for today, this different Mother’s Day
I allowed my self to once again die.
Tomorrow, again I will live to fight another day.
For Motherhood is mine to reclaim!
Like a knife, inflicting the tragic slash
Words spoken, violent and ferocious
Intense, brutal, vicious vulgarity
Hesitating only long enough to speak
Into the spirit, breathless disrespect
Anger so vehement it feels like a fire
Burning away the goodness, the joy
With darkness that silences all hope
For the moments when two hearts
Shared the wonder of sweet love
Like a knife, directed toward dreams
Echoing loathing, aversion to faith
Reaching through gestures of mercy
Beyond the tolerance – into the blame
Where heartbeats could feel nothing
But shame, trembling phrases, rejection
Burdened by guilt, directed by condemnation
Heavy hurts relinquished all their fury
Erasing promises that had been assurance
With doubts so desperate they compelled
Even the certainties, tears welling up inside
Like a knife, cutting away all the anticipation
The possibility – maybe I’d only misunderstood
Raking back the decaying dread, the rotting
Flesh of a feeling who knew only the past
Where it had been like a whisper of inspiration
A feeling alive inside, where happiness could guide
Even the shadows of doubt, the loneliness
Embraces the blade without question
Knowing that only in death, can the answers
Remedy all of the questions, the issues
Shameful and arising out of the hearts
Who know only to turn away from the bond
Tear apart the wounds with sharpened steel
Lashing out in fury, rage that reasons with hearts
Unfulfilled feelings falling apart as they’re
Shredded by a maddened craze of deceptions
Like a knife, mutilating the heart’s chances
Voices raised, defacing even the reflections
He and she – never again to be attached
By the joy that defines love this alive, passion
Turned to gray, black dreariness and pain
Penetrating, weeping, silent despondency
Like a knife, sharpened by smooth stones
This love has grown dark and can only be
Brought back to life by grinding away the
Anger, the doubt, the feelings poured out
On lives who know that intimacy, love…
Depends on the forgiveness of every cut!
Ice say... water we dew wing to planet Earth?
Tis appalling *****sapiens legacy,
the future survival of species can ill afford
hence we must not dodge and dart away,
but heed urgent call to arms decree fiat,
lest vast gamut of flora and fauna
deprived their rightful respect
courtesy ewe buick wit us ram
me bipedal hominids wresting
driver's seat and steering fate
all species unfairly doomed
analogous to horse and buggy
only far worse, whereat naked ape
that nasty short tempered and brutish
beast finagled, hijacked, besotted,
usurped... sacred covenant taurus
once illustrious precious habitats
escorted to shreds
innocent plants and animals, we
signalled anonymous poetic mouthpiece,
cuz world wide webbed tapestry
irreparably tattered, thus swiftly tailored
measures beg critters to needle
arrogantly depraved, galling humans
violating, tormenting, ruining...
basket of deplorables mankind
violently, obnoxiously, indiscriminately...
destroying carte blanche - absolute
zero guilt whittling, vaporizing,
uglifying, trampling, slashing, razing,
quashing, paving, oppressing,
eradicating, devaluing, burning...
once upon a time edenic oblate spheroid
now crowded house overpopulated
teeming billions wantonly annihilate
at expense of avast extinction
to sustain global industrialization
kickstarting lamentable machinations
spindling, fondling, mutilating
permanently desecrating scarring
wreaking havoc rendering uber
terrestrial plain untenable
massacring, incapacitating Gaia,
she unable to shuck off yoked aggressive
lymphatic, metastatic, narcissistic...
asphyxiation, choking, eradication
biological diversity flummoxed
hounded, jackknifed, liquidated
promulgating me, no matter futile
effort to appeal against doom
fervent clemency against
effrontery, queasy temerity...
mercilessly rained down pell mell
upon inimitable mother nature
unspeakable, unpardonable, unforgivable...
despicable, horrible, ineradicable... demise
affecting every living organism.
The season approaches,
Speeding toward us on arctic zephyrs,
but the coldness is more than air
it seeps under the skin
where loneliness begins.
Is there any other day
where solitude's talons rake,
mutilating peace of mind,
quite so much as Christmastide.
Every commercial, acid sweet,
pouring depression over wounded souls,
digs it way to the past.
Memories of brighter days
faintly gleam in the background.
The twinkle of lights are
only merry when shared.
Lumps of coal bitterness
are all that remain;
Hard Candy Christmas
without the sweet--
Not even an orange seed.
Ask Ebeneezer,
he will tell you
Bah and Hum Bug feelings
are all there are.
Until kindness reaches out,
Memories are no chrism
for loneliness--for onliness.
Solo flights over Christmas lights
No protective V to shelter
no tandem lift for spirits
even in a bottle;
just wings ever weakening;
Lifeforce ever shrinking
on this journey to the end.
One invitation--
one empathetic heart
in the true spirit
to celebrate en
mass for Christ;
hands extended heart open
turn gleaming tears
to smiles of gratitude.
Forget the gifts
except those God-given
it is they that open
the Kingdom of Heaven
"Inasmuch as ye have
done to the least of these
my brethren,
ye have done unto me."*
So open wide the doors,
invite the lonely in,
add a plate to the table
shared with kith and kin.
Embrace the coldness
of an empty heart
to fill it with riches
as you let them be a part
of a family again,
if only for a while.
Remember that neighbor
who sits on his own,
great uncle dan eating
crackers and microwave meals,
or even the couple who just moved in
or the old sad lady who lives next to them.
Christmastime can glitter
and be the darkest blue.
It's hues and lightness
vary, impacted and changed by you.
Don't know one with this face?
Open your eyes,
but peer with your heart.
If someone comes to mind,
beckon them, Come!
It's a place to begin.
* Matthew 25:40
My guitar strings in the moonlight should be something beautiful,
but the cold liquid white just makes everything harsher.
–not soft like snow, but deceptively fine –
Light is discordant
like my clumsy fingers that keep
mutilating the restless heavens with their attempts at mourning.
Why won’t they move right,
Don’t they realize how much depends on perfection?
I’m right here; I mutter to the stars and pray they spread it out over you
Like the night they hold up while atlas dreams.
But I’m not there. I’m not even anywhere –
I can’t put a finger on me.
I’m not real. I whisper over the translucent shell of my existence
and drench myself in intangible alabaster…
and I’m not real because I need your voice
to tell me I’m not invisible,
to stop me from falling up like a red balloon.
I don’t want to be the scar in the sky anymore.
I’m looking at patterns of patterns of the beyond
and no matter how many constellations I calculate in my head
the lines here, here, and here, easy as you please
I shiver because I know it makes no sense.
Not like we did.
I’m walking on edges of that metallic element of pale
and grasping red-rimmed fistfuls of atmosphere
but they’re never close enough, the stars–
and that’s why they’re there. That’s what I’ll tell my children.
They’re just the paint-brush splattered whim of
some malevolent deity –
Maybe we all are. I write it down, “paint-splatter of flesh”
tracing finger-prints through indignant sprigs of lawn.
But I might as well be writing on the bathroom mirror
because the words still won’t come out right.
And now everything’s backwards –
and you can’t fall up
and you can’t explain god
and you can’t fix light, even if it looks broken
and you can’t reflect sound, even if you angle it just so.
I can’t live like this.
#Love_and_loss
Still to date, my emotions are huanted
by a reality that doesn't wanna settle, daunted.
I lay wide wake in the middle of the night
Contemplating, my mind flooded by more questions than answers.
Questioning my capabilities of loving,
Was I harsh, was I toxic, was I not enough?
More questions piles, for the one with answers
Chose to leave, without saying a word.
I wanna cry my heart out but I have shed all the tears in me already, nothing just comes out, anymore.
I know I'm not perfect but my flaws doesn't mean I never tried to better myself daily. All I think, it's worse than having no answers. Caving within, this wound only heals from outside, constantly revived with every thought of why, rips me apart.
On my own, I just can't patch it together by myself. Thought love was about opening hearts to each other, confiding with each other, speaking our thoughts and pouring our emotions but it's clear,
I was the only one with that mindset.
How selfish of you, to bang the lid of my heart,
I say selfish, maybe you were never part of us,
All was just in my mind, hoped it would be contagious to you and maybe, reciprocated.
You left with your silence, a mutilating thread to my sanity, my healing, my self trust, yet you never cared, nor thought twice about me and my feelings.
Denied me answers but wicked when you cut my fatherhood cord, took everything I have prayed for my entire life. You hatred turned you evil, made you a demon, I don't wish to cross path with. Hope you sleep well at night knowing the intensity of pain you left me with to overcome.
Hope to wake up from this nightmare,
The trauma in my soul, this driping blood in my heart.
Hope heaven forgives you on my behalf.
#Poetic_Ink
Fear colored and forced to be viewed in the eyes of all,
that endured the worst invasion of hell in this nation.
To watch their families suffer as they pray for death to fall,
fall on those assumed to be the powerless part of the nation.
The clouds were darker than had ever been exposed by night,
thunderously pounding rain and hail mutilating all,
lives were destroyed so quickly as mid-day became midnight,
and on television the rest of the U.S. helplessly watched in awe.
The assumed to be power full sleep comfortably at night,
because they warned people to leave before disaster strikes,
most of the population stayed up and survived the long fight,
went to hell & returned as survivors of the flag of stars & stripes.
The world may now see that assumptions are for the blind,
blind of heart, soul, survival, and faiths all alike and true.
True to the hearts of the assumed to be powerless,
who after Katrina, became a definition for survival & power full too.
This poem is meant to inspire all those who seek meaning,
for the powerful who lack things opposite of what the powerless do,
but can you personally determine power of those viewed unfairly,
that are steriotyped as badly and wrongly as being falsely accused.
The main point here is to be great full for all that is given to you,
fret on what not, and you'll regret the inevitable things that hatch,
in the future that teaches you in a way of experience that all fear,
those who've seen suck fear, survived Hurricane Katrina's wrath.
R.I.P. to all those who passed in the disaster...it was a national blow and a
worldly wake up call.
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