Long Projectile Poems
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~A Place called The Edge~
We kept our heads up high, at the boundary of the universe
We Gave no thought, closing every feeling in a wooden box
Remaining firm on two principles, practice, and good will
Letting go-
-With the idea of free falling
-I traveled with the current of air
I broke into the mindset of your whispers...
Watching over the glow, in your eyes...
With disrupted ways you reform issues,
Becoming objective, in ways I need to follow
Life and its vanity are so unfair, A goddess re-birth
Through the needle eyes of mother earth
Within the flames, one rises to the edge of games
The phoenix call, withheld wisdom that we can't feel at all
As it cascaded into dreams we recognized
A place to visit,
When in distress, stepping on my own shoe
I walk the distance, falling into a stream of romance
A projectile performance, in an exotic trance
A new psychological pat was formed
Firm and fair, A monarch standing in my way
Beneath the fall, above the ledge,
The clouds swallow, every shadow left
Shattering every crimson sea,
Flying high with eternalness by my side
My sleepless days are aimless and carried out
Covered in ashes, with the vividness of the ocean.
Holding hands, at the edge of everything
Dangling by, as if we had a split personality
Standing on the edge, we count our steps
As we pace backwards, to relive a life without strife
I've been there, I am there!
Living on the edge of everything
:)
I dispatched my poem, a suave projectile on a precise trajectory,
Through the vast azure, through the unwritten infinity unfolding its mysteries,
Do not dare to await me, for my path is a float in the boundless,
You do not know if the verse will strike the heart, or disperse into the millions of parallel universes.
I shall stand, yes, I will pause to rest under the wise alder trees,
With waxy leaves, kissed by a doe’s bitter tear,
The animals of the forest nourish their young with the tangy milk of pain,
While I ponder how my poetry is a ship adrift in another dimension.
Do not tire yourselves with thoughts of my arrival, the path is a labyrinth of maybes,
The leaf-rustling of life turns abruptly, with sandwiches carried by wandering fates,
Perhaps you will be gripped by longing, perhaps in the woods where the sun yields its communal end,
There, a lone stag murmurs grunts, like a vestige of my being that was once conceived.
If it may be, seize a moment thus slipped through the fingers of time,
And crush, with the memory of longing, the alder leaf that found a home on the shoulder of your anticipation,
Let its scent intertwine in the whirl of thought, of yearning, of that which was and whispers no more,
My poetry, without me, an echo leaning against the hidden wall of your soul - it begs.
Australia I shake my head..Are there no better choices.??
Has all reason fled?? To elect a truly ghastly crew.' Elbow??And his ci-horts.' Oh what a bilious slew.' They projectile
Vomit.. Such gilobbdy-gook' glib enough only for entitled sooks'
Can't you see? Haven't you heard? In order to get a good life (you need to loose) these nerds.' Safe and effective
As i've heard it said..' btw hows the median death rate.??
Well it needs to be said.' What great talents have been taken from our sunkissed land.?? Ya know upon reflection
It could all be planned?? I think on government helping
Over the last five years..' I leave all to think.? I leave all to
Ponder how albo's held onto power? The big gutless wonder! I'm just waiting...Yet hoping our country wont go
Under.!
White as a sheet ghostly color,
sans countenance of mine
impossible to differentiate between
Lenovo external screen background
myopia no deterrent as jaw slackened
upon Citizens Bank notification
current spate of ill health
(relentless stomach virus)
triggered emotional state
Kamikaze nose dived
into forbidding deathwish
gastrointestinal Civil War
relentlessly raged kickstarting
linkedin body, mind, spirit
emergency necessitating transfer of funds,
and/ or anonymous philanthropic injection
to staunch, stave, and stay hemorrhaging,
whereby checking account
beyond restoration, sans life support
heroic measures sense (cents) less,
now, mine entire being
excruciating figurative explosion,
viz rapidly fired projectile
as if "FAKE" mandibles bit the bullet
self destruction declaration reactivated
casus belli (caused by ache'n belly)
just on cusp of recovery
succumbed to lowest record nadir
kindling, sparking, and whip sawing
plea for salvation or termination,
mine abysmal ad hoc existence
evincing illogic, quixotic, tragic...
charade, facade, masquerade, et cetera
accursed woe synonymous with Sisyphus
condemned to Hades exhausting
arduous, laborious, torturous... punishment
social security disability deposit
congenital schizoid personality disorder
attendant anxiety, obsessive/ compulsive
disorder, panic marginally tempered
asper prescription medication
as each day of destitution,
offers smidgen alleviation!
I love Guns
Guns make us safe
Guns are rights and freedoms
The more guns, the more freedoms we shall bear
Every man woman and child should be armed
So that we are all safe
All schools should be armed
Teachers, Principals, Janitors, arm them all
The finally we can relax
in total safety
knowing we are all armed
I say give arms to the amputees too
Gun control is socialist and fascist
We registers cars
Houses
Pets
Bikes
We have banned toys
We regulate all kinds of things
Yet we are free
Totally free
Because we all have our right
To bare arms
Ask Kim Campbell! she agrees!!!
Not only guns
They must be automatics
The more bullets you can empty out of a gun
the better
the more freedom you shall feel
Its called projectile dysfunction
And......... any man with a high IQ
Need's an assault rifle
Why of course to outsmart those ducks and turkeys
I firmly believe in a fair fight
Assault rifles to catch a duck
common sense to me
Quack quack
Guns have rights
Own a gun you have double rights
They are made to kill kill kill
Did I say they KILL?
Nothing more, nothing less
I need that right
Any child killed by a Gun
is only because we haven't enough guns
By the way
Children have no rights
Kill em all for all I care
as long as I have my rights
I am not concerned with facts
Evidence
Or the humanity of it
Is all about my Guns
Why
Cause I love Guns
More than humans
And thats my right
No matter how wrong it is
‘We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are’
Anaïs Nin
‘Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage’
That is how Anaïs happened to follow her delicate vision
Erotic with a fountain pen dressed in translucent lingerie
Spurs in hand when she saddled a rampaging stallion
The thought police claimed she was vulgar and pornographic
Most likely a repressed projection of limp savoury dreams
‘The secret of joy is the mastery of pain’
Sado-maso contortions I hear you say in venemous disdain
But have you never experienced jubilant relief from your hurt
Would we know the exquisite pleasure if not for some sorrow
Could Jung mount near death experiences without shadows
Did not Freud wish to jump on the couch with phallus in hand
‘The only abnormality is the incapability to love’
And yet when squeaky clean do-gooders leaf through the pages
Revisit the boudoir in which she paired with Henry Valentine Miller
Lecherous minds claim wet spots on essays and honest exposure
To be involuntary ejections of literature tainted by projectile evil
A sheet remains an altar of sexual gratification in satisfied minds
‘Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy’
Pulling and pushing in light of public consumption denudes emperor’s clothing
Liberates senses and meaning and is yet decried as lewd indecent obscenity
But the eye of the eclectic beholder foreplays sensual post-coital glow
Cohabitation in all shapes and forms may not hit your inexperienced spot
You are what you want to become however you reach rhythm and rhyme
(all quotes in quotation marks by Anaïs Nin)
31st January 2020
Many dry seasons have passed since his last drink
John retrieved himself from a slow deadly brink
Gone are the wretched times he puked in the sink
But he remembers the vile vomit coloured in pink
Blood and acid flushed away from churning bile
Self-destruction on his slate and a bathroom tile
Right behind the grimy loo basin in projectile style
To which he reached out with a grimaced smile
No one left to blame for addiction’s sloshed trait
It dawned that only he himself could temper his fate
Clean up the besmirched mess from anger and hate
To take responsibility for his reckless calamitous state
Honesty won over deceit and it cut like a sharp knife
But it helped to search for a far more meaningful life
In the process he even found a lover soulmate and wife
She and sobriety saved him to love again and survive
17th February 2020
His hand is strafing the castellation on his trumpet, the valves moving up down up down like deranged pistons under the random machine gun fire of his fingers. Each note is a projectile that concusses the air, chases the one before it, nudges it from behind, bleeds into it, and is itself tailgated by the next one, all the way down the line in unrelenting succession, until all the distinct notes fuse, compacted into a single, furious, careening soundscape that leaves the ear always half a beat behind, struggling to catch up, out of breath, high on an overdose of heard adrenalin.
sounds supersonic
air graffitied with contrails of soaring notes
solo flight
Still they come, the notes, jostling and pouring from the bell of the trumpet glinting in the small cone of spotlight, the man’s puffed cheeks like a magician’s hat from which all kinds of disparate, crazy things - playing cards, rabbits, ribbons, doves - appear and instantly cohere into a hyperventilating sonic dream. You’re caught off guard by every note: you never heard it coming, then you hear it, and you’re snatched by it and all its brethren, and carried into the kinetic night.
ears beguiled
vibrations collide, collude, segue
harmony
Indonesian folklore and Brazilian god An Puch are in agreement
moldavite, a vitreous silica projectile glass is the remnant of an invasion.
sky people from the Tyraxious Galaxy
left it as a clue when they took the Mayans
dispelling beliefs that Mayans were killed out by disease or an earthquake.
emerald tablet which is here today has mystical powers understood by….
a seventh daughter of the seventh daughter of the seventh daughter
this crucial tablet fell from alien space ship as it left with the Mayans
if we are to transform into the kindest, purest humans we can be.
until we unlock the secrets and memories of the moldavite tablet
the earth will continue to have a struggle with strife, disease and war.
spiritual beings are unlocking our minds all the time, to elicit change.
knowing when we understand, we will all become one.
because one equals won.
Aglio olio pEperoncino
Wasn’t dish of the dino
They weren’t valentino
They didn’t drink pellegrino
Weren’t scared of gino
They hadn’t bet in casino
Wearn’t sweater merino
But probably knew of neutrino
As everything natural does
But dino rhymes better with rhino
And rarely they are albino
Human reptilian brain
That they each do maintain
Makes some of them insane
Way they pursue gain
Power, authority, status
Shizoidal apparatus
Human value with respect
Makes life a delicate balance
The real can’t bear deceit
And consequence leads to menace
On balance with this kilogram
Judgement of pray and predator
But then it turns other way
Impede the impendator
Logic is very difficult
Requires serious judgement
Their retardness is infinite
Benefit isn’t our obligement
This is the army of virus
This of the disease
Physical force is silencer
And system destroyed with ease
Our favourite is ballistics
Targeting projectile
This time it shall pass your planet
But this is the last time
We code of the nature collected
Secured in hidden place
There is no need for you, humans
That isn’t the meaning of space
Wondering Stuxnet
WhEn was the first time
On timeline of all and many
Various frictions,
Einstein?
Time of the solar system
Equations we’re ought to define
Definitely shall kill them
And that will be fine
Thank you for your screening
Distrust and disrespect
You lost this inning
InconsIderate of important aspect
Logistics
Linguistics
Statistics
Ancient criminalistics
Calling for lethal ballistics
Due those characteristics
Of impact and outcome
Inadequate algorythmics
Remnants of old mystics
The gainest position on vessel
Is whom beating the drum
And lowest of the low
Row, row, row
In darkness your body glow
And abyss below
There’s benefit in the slow
What do you wait for,
The pitcher,
Throw