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In the ethereal world of promises
we drift on angel wings of expectation.
Held in the heavenly security of their embrace;
captivated by faces of perfect love; in whom we completely trust.
On earth we can know no such promise, for its comes only with our dreams.
On earth we are tousled and tainted by worldly heaviness and
overwhelming responsibility. Negativity gnawing at our soul;
perforating hope, negating love, yet up above we are watched
by guardian angels. They feel our pain, and grimace as the
agony of living unfolds. They yearn to hold our battered
spirit and infuse peace within it, but are thwarted as
the rabid madness of the world takes hold.
Angels watch over us and we can call
them to our aid. Let us dwell, forever,
in the ethereal world of promises.
Solitude breeds malignant nemesis
couched as woe seated heavily
within mine angst
riddled quavering psyche
blinding clairvoyance
debilitates enthusiastic frequency
wavelengths propagate unfounded
probable future destitution
predicated upon intractable lifetime mired
within groveling penuriousness
"dirt poor" accursed fate
pervaded plentiful not ready
for prime time playing years
repercussions long fostered anguish,
when offspring begot
(particularly the whip smart eldest)
she jockeyed herself as winner
with good n plenti horsesense
chomped at the bit, albeit figuratively,
when aforementioned progeny
attained age of awareness
underscored by livingsocial
in the horn of plenty
regarding estates generally
dripping exuberant wealth,
where plush domiciles within MainLine
accentuated luckless financial pitfall,
asper yours truly afflicted mental illness
mine generalized anxiety, panic,
obsessive compulsive disorder...
ascribed to existence squandered,
nee imprisoned impenetrable prison
found me captive undermining
ordinary healthy development
sabotaging approximately five decades
constituting better part sans mein kampf,
which total three plus score orbitz,
yet far and away psychologically afflicted
nsync and linkedin with
emotional, mental, and social trauma
(learning difficulty compounded
dilemma repercussions extant today),
now healthily sublimated,
courtesy painful pubescent exhumation
poetry metier write
cathartic, holistic, narcotic...
plus weekly therapy sessions
also exercise in toto with meditation
supplements summoning forth
inner Wizard of Oz
to traverse cratered abysmal pits
gingerly sidestepping death traps
awash with skeletal wreckage
indelible scars perforating
air supply condemning me
aging baby boomer nsync
lead zeppelin plunges
corporeal essence gripped
stranglehold asphyxiates
sputtering torturous undulations
irrepressibly avast impossible mission
livingsocial counter intuitive
rather hermetically sealed simian
accustomed himself being alone.
Gallimaufry of linkedin words appeal,
(particularly spoken by renown orator)
'cept when unnamed poetaster afflicted
with chatterbox syndrome,
nonetheless deliberate effected
muzzle restraint imposed
suppressing groundswell analogous
to swollen dam bursting at seams
tongue kickstarts controlled regulator
tripping baffling babbling brook,
sans (cheesy) mouth trap
conscious effort required
maintaining exhausting mental vigilance
attention oriented toward "active listening"
chiming into conversation
when casually addressed
quasi Uber tracking,
sustaining, rendering...
pondering dialogue deliberating,
mustering, aiming, firing...
apropos response adhering
to utmost strictures de rigor,
versus loosing (in the sky)
scattershot poppycock
offbase blatherskite, asper
topic under discussion
synchronicity satisfies peculiar
personal logical paradigm,
despite senseless compulsive predilection
condemning premature ejaculation
plus crosstalk as penultimate transgression
pertaining to papa blurting
asynchronous interjection
consigning tight lipped penance
penile solitude condoned
should predicated persistent plague
prevail attributing penuriousness
lame excuse pardoning yours truly
remote possibility, threatening
spurious spontaneous splendiferous
albeit ill timed unspeakable retort
with hot sealing wax - most wicked
verbal utterance arrogantly
perforating, piercing, protruding,
puckering... two lips
escaping out mouth
more rapid than witnessing
the quick brown fox
jumps over the lazy dog.
At least for a few hours
An empty corner bends
beneath street lights working overtime
and a bench, cold and lonely,
damp from previous storms
and those threatening,
closing dark curtains
on a weary skyline,
beckons, offering a seat,
hard slats horizontal
last occupied by another
with hopes and dreams
left to wander, wondering why
A black cat crosses my path
and I laugh at its expression
Knowing it believes bad luck
will come of this, little does it know,
I have no path for it to cross,
no destination or planned outcome
Pushing the crosswalk button
again and again
and still it reads don’t walk,
I do as I am told
I feel drowsy as I settle in,
counting cars and flickers of
the faulty neon sign
at the 24 hour tattoo parlor
Where needles aren’t the only thing
spurting ink, perforating skin,
creating a lasting impression
that even a beautiful sunrise
can’t erase as I fall off to a world
that doesn’t seem so bad,
at least for a few hours,
hoping that when I wake
it wakes with me
I want to relinquish this stagnant pain.
It has been lurking in my subconsciousness
and perforating my reality for too long.
I try to extricate myself from this servitude
but it sticks to my fingers like resin
whenever I try to discard it. Clinging to my memory
like a limpet to a rock: embedded in my remembrance,
and etched into my history. Niggling, annoying,
irritating, like a loudly-ticking clock.
I want to assuage myself of this recollection.
I have served my penance and paid my dues.
I try to escape this quagmire, but my shoes
capitulate to the quicksand, dragging, dislocating
me from the solid ground of familiarity -plunging me
into the slavery of remembering once more.
Let me relinquish this putrid pain.
It is disabling my forward motion.
I am trapped in the quondam of a past life.
Let me go! Let me let it go!
Stop calling me. I won't answer.
I can't hear you. I won't listen. Go away!.........
Oh blissful silence! Peace from the demolition
of future's construction. I look behind, one last time,
but the ashes of hated memoirs dissipate in my view.
Looking forward now, steps gathering momentum.
Safe from the past, and welcomed by expectation.
Free at last, sure footed in my pursuit of happiness
#Love_has_paid_me_a_visit_again
Let me love without overthinking
Negativity look not way
I just wanna live in this moment
Love like there's no tomorrow
Like a toddler, have no care in this world
Let me breath,
Let me love
Let me be
Let me be here with my wholesome
I too love was wrapped in my basket of life
If this is it then, let me fulfill this purpose
Let the world and its savagery let me be
Let me let it to unfold, warm me as I thrive
Let me say I love
Wanna feel my bones turn cold
My skin perforating from goosebumps
My spinal throttling and disassembling from her touches
Wanna feel my mind drowning in her eyes
Wanna be idle as my soul is absorbed by her soul
Be mesmerized into her weaknesses
Be lost in her traumas, maybe make them my own
Maybe I don't wanna be rescued
Maybe I don't wanna come back from this feeling
Wanna be shackled
Wanna be in these dungeons
Wanna be in a state of here and now, maybe forever
Let it be my war to fight
Let it be my demons to wrestle
Let it be my story to write
My heart to shed
My emotions to spare
My sanity to test
Let me love even if its unfavorably so
Let me love even if the world objects
Let me love even when all hopes are lost
Love has visited me for a reason
Allow me to know not what they are
Allow me to be here with all I am
Let me live in this love
#Poetic_Ink
I left you in the corner of my mind
with teenage memories of my puberty.
I put thoughts of you in a box in the
attic of my recall, along with others from
that time, and there you lay,
settled, gathering dust.
Gathering dust.
I wrapped each memory carefully,
as one would a cut glass; delicate,
trying to keep the stems intact.
Desperate to retain the perfection
yet scared it wouldn't last, and there you stayed,
settled, gathering dust.
Gathering dust.
Years have rusted the recollection;
Once vivid colours of reminiscence
faded in perception, yet you sat
patiently in the corner of my mind,
jostled by accumulating life experiences,
settled, gathering dust.
Gathering dust.
Like some old painting waiting
for restoration, you bided your time.
Then one day in the attic you spoke
my name; you called me from your corner
and into my present came a familiarity;
a recognisable voice perforating the now with then
and it was yesterday again -
I unfold the tarnished tissue paper which
has wrapped the ornate cut glass
memory for so long; carefully, piece
by tattered piece, and there it is,
glistening in glorious perfection;
vibrant still, safely stored,
stem intact.
Splinters and Beams
Stream of consciousness gleams under stark cover
Agents of psychotropic delusion blur and distort
White dust perforating a septum’s divide
Snuffed cuffed to addiction and stuffed
‘You are your downfall as you trip on your ride’
Little pinpricks endorsing a festering skin
Blisters of sinister conscience molested
‘Told you so that heroin sucks into abuse’
Meth crystals inhaled from a broken light bulb
Reignited beaming gleaming from splinters
‘Serves you right you are the scum of the earth’
Magic fungus mushrooming the doomed mind
From a domed cap on a stalk deluding insight
‘You deserve no better procured your decline’
Mary Jane weeding abysmal sativa salivating
with pleasure bleeding a buzz stoned for the thrill
‘All that hippie stuff why don’t you get real’
Flawed dust - broken needle - splintered neon -
Mouldy ingestion – disjointed joint - slushed drink
I never chased the dragon but fell of the wagon
Quite often imbibed left my shame bashed trashed
Befuddled and resolved against judgement when I now
Tend to sweep my side of the street sober and clean
Your splinter is your chip your own fragmentation
My beam is my joist my scaffold and my crossbar to level
15th April 2018
Shall I reside in shadows of past years
like a silhouette where light appears dimmed
as life’s entangled path cuts deep like spears
of perforating thorns overly brimmed?
Shall I guard the fragility of heart
and retreat stumbling with blindfolded sight
unless black shrouds unveils colourful art
of silky roses grown in shades of light?
Shall I remain dwelling and not then seek
life that awaits a brave travellers feet —
yet, would not a fervent heart grow so meek
with a dying rhythm of its own beat?
Amidst faith, scars from life’s thorns slowly heals
upon a path where inner self reveals.
You, my love, you
Entrusted me into the burning arms of fervor,
Rested your knowing fingers upon skin ever glistened with tears
Graced the breath I dared to breathe when moments masterfully collided
We stand upon the edge like devils daring nature’s wrath
Your heels wrap around the very rim that border you and I from the air
The sky blue black vapors swirl into dark wonder vanishing, the stars like eyes flashing
As you whisper fiercely in my ear, daring me to push the limit
Begging me with pupils that reflect my own desires
Your entwining smile rivets in me nerve beyond present night
I squeeze the angels out of you in one melodious measure of movement
Encumbering you in all of me, rattling your frames
A lasting forest tall as terror thrilled upon a demon possessed storm
I push us off the sheer edge,
As we spiral in the depths of the ocean’s welcoming mouth
The weight of our past and present sufferings melting into complete passion
Cradling us in the bed of her deepest, darkest waters
My lips meeting the substance of your future words
Your tongue running along the traces of silence ever kept
Deep into the screams of inner woe, embellishing warmth from head to toe
Surrounded by the echoey, treasured lines of your heart,
Mastered from the very start
You lift me high into the love falls
Splashes of poetry dispersing my hair all around
Our eyes staring into each other’s
Locked into a world like no other
With revitalizing surety otherwise crippling,
With the deep dip of your sexy soul and perforating body,
I enter the realm of your rapturous reality
Captured willingly in your picturesque hungers
Through the very tunnel of your never-ending eyes…
The penetrating roars of your fulfillment take me by surprise
Yes, you, my love, you
Took me there tonight…
For down within those depths with you I would have eagerly allowed
The sorrows and agonies of my doubts to succumb
For inside the ancient oceans of your poetry do we love
We prevail as seraphs released from the prisons of poverty-stricken despair
Their descending smiles fermenting scents of eternal ecstasy
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~For Justin Bordner's "Make Love To Me In That Ancient Place" Contest
~Thank you again for inspiring! Lots of love!