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Remember: Alba are quiet, narrow, and corrugated and
Prefaces like precipices make modern living monolithic and claustrophobic…
Pudica are elongated, oak-shaped and glossy. Dark green color. Ever-blooming.
I’m standing behind you now with your permission, like the
Pedals of Swahili love poems,
Hanging bow, hanging bow,
Says Murchie, “after all, we are [all] made of star dust…”
So bow, bow, bow to the night fragrance that lures the sphinx moths
To pollinate them and hang bow hang as they dupe
Their pollinators into thinking there is nectar...
Let the rain wash away the soiling regret
Of the earth’s surface, “best be regarded as alive!” by Margulis...
Make blood fill the veins of our roots
Providing shelter to ghosts and demons
Just like Plumerian folklore and its
Blooming bloom blooming
And so "as a theory, Gaia is now winning!"
Blooming asunder
The good doctor
Strangelove who
Concludes his generation
“Has turned inward and discovered
Where do I live? I live
In the ever changing
Blues and greens of the ocean,
Darting soundlessly, weightlessly
From pink coral to white
Among the waving sea creatures
Amidst iridescent fish
And the bones of sunken ships.
Sailing in the air currents with gulls
In an October blue sky
Over spindrifts of clouds
Embroidered gold by the
Last rays of the sun
Sleeping in cumulus down
Awed by jagged lightning
That splits the heavens.
Bracing myself with breaths of
The thin and icy air
On the snow-capped
Craggy mountains of the earth
Climbing precipices
With the bighorn sheep and
The crafty, silent
Soft-pawed snow leopard.
Riding a camel where the land is
Arid and brown - blown dry
By searing desert winds
And sun that burns the skin,
Roamed by scorpions,
Lizards and snakes
And nocturnal creatures
That poison and bite and sting.
Resting in the sweet smelling grass
Of a sun-dappled forest glade
Fringed by ancient oaks
Breathlessly still, except for the buzzing
Of bees and cicadas, vibrant calls
Of the multi-colored birds
And the rustling movements
Of some unseen wary forest animal
I dwell in the ever-expanding
Consciousness of the mind
That opens to infinity
Joyfully exploring possibilities
Absorbing all experiences
Great and small, dark and light
As I become one with them.
I live in the dreams I weave.
Like snow covered peaks
of the mountains ranges
mine eyes are drawn upward
to gaze upon your pristine
visions
its perspective draws me
to look upon it intently
and gaze into its depths
Its attraction holds me in its grip
where all things are sweet
to the touch
Where it is no longer a dream
but a reality
My soul lays naked and open
where everything
that is pain is restrained
the spectacle of barbary
has been left well behind
To dance in the meadows
where the wildflowers of spring
are collected in its bouquets
for the picnics in its woodlands
You have dissolved all the hollow precipices
of a society bent on destruction
of all that is beautiful
and the facades that disguised it
Gone now are even the remnants of the lies
that have torn humanity apart
The promise of Love
the great equalizer has arrived
and all can wear its garments
We thought our exuberance of life
was gone
We played hide and seek
I sought you
I found you
I will never let you go
back to the damaged land
an unforgiving place of residences
a place deserted and full
of jackals and beasts of prey
Where promises are kept
and not broken
Like the home of your previous life
I am unable to look away
am engaged with its fulfillment
for the Words of Paradise
have reached my heart
Isaiah 35 , 55 , 65:17-25
II Peter 3:13
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Like a stalking hoarse,
Have endured shrewd days and night,
Like the physician ampoule,
Ready on my skin to pour.
flights from ignorance left these
Strawberry marks,
Eyes glued on the object
compelled to the hard brown wooden logs in art,
And the iron in room "G02".
Friends and enemies unrelenting
awaits enticement,
numberless distraction as obstacles on my path,
beckoning to the banquet of misery,
as this dangling reputation slowly pace along undeterred.
ego gangs gauged and chokes to loose the prize
avalanche of invisible darts piercing from home and abroad,
but I, a pretty piece of flesh,
Stand aloof to watch a drama
With the ointments of the supreme being
Within my bowels,
Those that see the seals, demand the cause,
Of quietude in this world of madness.
As I stood aloof to watch the wretch mirth turns to mourn
Ah weary watcher, like you, I am a mere voyager,
on the route where the delight of the peasantry
Is wept into oblivion
There are dangerous curves
As we advance,
there are dangling arrows,
The old serpent is not dead,
he hides in ambuscades
The road becomes deeper and deeper,
The shades of the precipices fall bleaker and bleaker.
The clouds gather overhead,
Doleful voices
The way hardly discernible in this gloom
The path is dreary,
our feet too often wobble,
Heart ambushed by fiercest lust,
Yet, Firm stand I.
Not in my natural element
An essence heard a heartfelt plea
meek, unconfident, not familiar
"Should I bother anymore? Please guide me."
His words hardly mist....
a response slices the scene
with the speed of a guillotine.
skittering over the asymmetrical
similarities of a snowy expanse
a messenger appears
cracks of icy dunes
produce precarious pawfalls
plaguing the vixen.
venturing further precisely
she plods over precipices
of ragged protrusions
desperate to achieve the comfort
of a smooth surface.
"Where you go is perilous!
I worry for your safety!
It can't be done, you won't survive!"
...cried the timid.
Her movement stops on cue
slowly facing the pupil
she teaches in silent syllables
floating on unknown frequencies.
" DAMN YOU NAYSAYER!
I have no time for the likes of you.
Say I won't survive? Come out alive?
I've fought through worse pain
finding sustenance to gain
morsels leaving one inspired
not feeling as if they're mired.
Search within your pores
find where you have hidden yours."
Dumbfounded - the novice stirs restlessly
"Perplexed, I see, you are mon cherie.
Hear what you seek before I flee.
When life's coldness surrounding you
leaves you writhingly wretched
don't feel so desolate and utterly dejected.
Deep inside lies the truth
albeit quite protected.
Bugger those scorning your worth
their eyes glisten shades green.
Stagnantly feeding ego's girth
pompous words - own to preen.
YOU are the Alpha here Jack
there is no need to whine
Condemn the disapproving pack
let your own light shine
Too much weight put into their drivel
making your inner child snivel
Buck up, put them in their place
other's ire force them to chase.
This be your nefarious impasse
faux approval merely to fit in
Always people of that class
saying anything to win
Lastly,
though I've said enough....
It's as you learned when a tyke
those times you fell off your bike
quit being a ruse
get back to your muse
keep working at what you like!"
Sunset facing her gaze
signals the quest resumed
Her protege audibly sobs
a simple seven syllable soliloquy stating:
"Thank you
I love and miss you!"
with a whispered (mom)
Tender tendrils of whispy wind
touch a cheek with a kiss
and a lasting voiceless return.....
"Forever, son"
intoxicated by entwined souls,
breasts beating, breathing
in the amalgamation of us.
trust in lips, tongues, stress
of otherworldly communication.
neo-occasion of bare skin,
slightly shy, surrendering
to the shift and slide—
sensuality played portentously…
innocence irrigated…
blind.
intoxicated by the itch;
you scratch
my back like a kitten.
my feet and knees
find your warm precipices
of carnal knowledge.
together we learn
there’s an inner universe;
exploration
of mysterious habitation.
in practice, in habit
tingling of dendrites
over and over again.
intoxication’s jealous—
jumps for joy
at your touch…
knows where your headed
north or south…
intoxicated by extremes,
the shudder of sensuality,
shamelessness of dreaming
in your bed, calling only
your name, stamped
with approval— our’s,
story comes to
a climactic conclusion—
Your Welcome.
9/9/2021
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YEARS AND TEARS
YEARS GONE APACE, FROM PIMPLES TO DIMPLES,
FROM WRINKLES TO WHITE HAIR BRISTLES,
HIS DAYS FLEE UP LIKE A SHADOW AND THEN DISAPPEARS,
SENSITIVE FEELINGS, TEARS HERE TEARS THERE.
LIFE IS A VOYAGE WITH MANY PRECIPICES,
IN SOME OCCASIONS WE CRY FOR HAPPINESS, SOME FOR ATROCITIES.
FOR ATROCITIES, STRESS HIGH IN THE HEART LIKE A DICE ROLLED AT NIGHT,
THE RESULTS? CALAMITY WITH PRICE.
THE HEART COMPLAINS TILL ITS LATE, LIKE A GOAT SEARCHING FOR A MATE.
FOR HAPPINESS, HIS BLISS BURST FOR HIS FAME LIKE A MIST BORN FROM ITS RAIN.
AMONG "YEARS" AND "TEARS", THERE ARE "EARS" THAT LISTEN TO OUR SUFFERING.
PER CONTRARY, LETS FILL OUR YEARS WITH TEARS OF JOY LIKE A WOMB THAT CARRIES A BOY, -ITS A BLESSING.
Electriconic connection
On a melting world
And my pain has completely lost her voice
Pajamas up since seven on the sofa now eleven
Where in abundance we can shiver the leaves and have our heads shake things out
Quarreling lovers are burrowing mothers are sorrowful daughters all terrible fathers we are
Pajama thirty now on the eleven-spot now “Zap-2-it” on-screen
I say all this because I love you and me though it's only because you love me that I love me
and know what love means
Can I paint broader strokes stepping out of the window of the house I am painting? Paint,
paint the colors of the paint?
Where were you when you were born: in a house or in a womb? On your mother or on the
ground?
Prefaces like precipices make modern living monolithic and rained on. Like how the flowers
need it.
I’m standing behind you now with your permission.
Hanging bow hanging bow
Bow bow bow
Hang bow hang
Let the rain wash the soiling regret
Make blood fill the veins of our roots
Blooming bloom blooming
Blooming asunder
Duty, demands, delaying desires.
Destiny, shoves you off, at the precipices
Of life’s uncertain edges.
Karmic outcomes now direct decisions;
Life issues us temporary bivouacs,
that leaves us vulnerable to its storms.
Destiny alters desires –
Even the most well-made plans
Of hearts, minds, flesh, and souls.
The spider’s web has caught his lover:
Suddenly he wanted not to eat her but to love her
an appetite for reluctance falls over him.
When the beautiful ladybug, was stranded
In the spider’s net.
He only wanted to wed her.
She pleaded to be devoured, by him.
If I am stuck with you, I’ll die slowly
‘Suck my insides out”
And leave my shell,
this is what you really want.
“These your plans,
have been overwhelmed, by my beauty.
Yet, you have no way to feed me, nor set me free.
Just eat me, and I will be inside of you,
and my carcass shall adorn your web.