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If beauty is only skin deep as they say
Into your body I would find a way.
I would pull out the beauties that
you have locked up inside
Beauties that you try to hide.
You would be the bread and I would be the jam
And I would cover you every way I can.
I would be on you like white on rice
And do everything nasty, but nice.
I would love you from the bottom
of your feet to the top of your head
You’d be so worn out, you would think
That you was dead.
Lovemaking can be vulgar or as beautiful as can be
It will bring you to a point of ecstasy.
The excitement will make your body sweat
Better than that it can’t get.
Human lust- human desire
There is only one thing that
Can put out this fire.
To fill that crave- to fill that need
Until you drop that little seed.
And when that happens a child is conceived.
A child is born because of this desire
And then it ignites another fire.
A fire to protect this child so rare
Now that you have it with someone to share.
Your are being so obnoxious
With an attitude that's very toxic
Affecting everyone you meet
Someone needs to really beat
This terribleness out of you
Before it is stuck like glue
Sticking to your soul and mind
Dig down deep and you will find
A gentleness that you forgot
While your acting like a butt
With every minute you infuse
Someone's heart with saddened blues
Because you think it's alright
Lashing out from a tall height
That darkens the days of those
Who used to be really close
Till you turned around and slid
Down a slope flipping your lid
And everyone is asking why
Day by day they try and try
To reach inside and pull out
What you used to be about
A miracle needs to appear
So they can fix and repair
What made you so mean and bitter
Somewhere there's a spark of flicker
That once used to be ignited
Everyone would be excited
If that torch would light again
Bringing back their sweet kind friend
To reach within and to pull out the pain
And expose their tremors that vibrate still
To move between senses and to sustain
And challenge validity, strength of will
I 'm lost in a time, a soul unaware
In a world cold where sadness will absorb
Confused by the moments tightening snare
As tears begin to flow from each closed orb
To fall to my knees in a long silent scream
That pierced the soul with its pain profound
And remembered the death of your eyes gleam
To wander in emptiness round and round
Sad is the innocence betrayed by death
Sad is a love that has felt one's last breath
11/9/16
contest 236
Camping Down By The Shore, Waiting For The Son To Rise
Pulls our Hopes Daylight Islands Now Appear
Time prevails Night Is Gone Chased by Son in the Sky
Back Far Back, From A Place I Saw, Silver And Golden Islands I Have Known.
Mackinaw Son Bring Me Back; Bridge Motors people Dash Up, Let's Not Rush And Waist Our Chances. Pull Out Your Maps with The Sun Star LIght we'll Go
They'll Give Us a Hope that grows with the Morning light;
They'll help us to know and show where our Parents led.
Look how The Islands Glow, .... Mackinaw Michigan's The Place sure I know
Camping Down By The Shore, Waiting For The Son To Rise
Pulls Our Hopes daylight Islands now appear.
time Prevails night is Gone Chased by Son In the Sky
Back Far Back from A place I Saw
Silver And Golden Islands I have Known
Till We've Skippered And Anchored Safe Again At Home!
Camping Down By The Shore!
Take a knife to the strings that attach me
Pull out the bridge pins, strum me with drachmae
Maybe then I'd have some worth for you to allocate
Maybe your role in the end was the devil's advocate
A Satanist, not the blatantest
Flown under my radar, the blurb of my memoir
Where will you be when I windup a wreck
Wasting away, misstepping, forgetting, hanging from the cromlech
Wailing of sirens and the echo of 5150
Following the path painted by the whiskey
Always have been a pretty little liar
Introduction to an overanalyzer
Since when did you become so starry-eyed?
Mix my chemical bonds, manipulate me with aldehyde
The stars in your eyes, perhaps sourced from the countryside?
Deactivate my neuronal tracts, just a drop of cyanide
I never thought I'd be one to commit fratricide
Only something you could manage to make glorified
I pull out Pollyanna me because it is my go-to-game-plan.
It usually works. Not this time.
I am too happy.
Too upbeat, too enthusiastic.
I tone it down a bit, and try to get to the bottom of things.
Put on my listening face, throwing my Robin Williams act to the wind.
Let’s go in here, I say, where I can hear what you are saying.
I give her full listening mode.
My face is straight.
I do not add words.
I am concerned.
I give her my most empathetic looks.
She gradually trusts me.
Tears are coming now.
We hug.
I feel better, she says.
I am glad for her.
It is not over, but maybe now she can find the tree
And punch her way out of the brambles of the forest.
The freak world filled with fuss, that ravage your hope at once, here only to humiliate and judge.
Wanna push in the well of extreme dark night, a well of nowhere, from which no that can pull out,
You alone have to lose or win this worldly fight.
If you're bright and fine, these freaks will be near, And at worst and dark time they will leave you in tears,
But fate that resides inside, could calm the burning fear.
what they might think,doesn't matter,
All it does is- waste time and mind scatter
So, Be yourself and set yourself free, Like the fallen leaf from a deadly tree,
You might be called dumb and fool, If you'll be different and leave this toxic pool, So, dive into the ocean of liberty -a peaceful soul.
In the zodiac of poets with furrowed brows, born from the shadow of the world devouring the moment,
I am tired of narrow verses, of word sculptures without soul and echo.
Poems that whisper, halt - they fear their own sneeze,
Now is the time for Big Poems,
that grow from slime and mud, defiantly snatching themselves from heaps of disdain.
It's the time when the verse rummages through the dark stomach of existence,
To bring forth heavy, bloodstained poems, born of vomit,
Poems that pull out the carving knife, that let their feather fall into nightmare.
It's the time of these titanic works, poems caught in steel chains,
Verses without truth are naught but dead meat on the skeleton of time.
Hungry souls demand big poems, to fill their empty canvases,
That roar, moan, and crackle, not those that quiver under a brittle twig.
It’s the time for poems like raging rivers in the heart of forests, that battle with the rock,
That grapple with conflicts, not those that retreat at the first attempt to fall.
Now is the time for poems with bones, with hearts beating in rhythm with untrodden centuries,
With blood and pitch, with wounds that give no peace, that ask no forgiveness,
That sprout from the cold earth, dismantle templates and birth revolutions.
It's the time, for giant poems, that burst from the cracks of the soul,
Make us hold our breath, to feel as the heart breaks and rises, big and Majestic.
FAIR IS FAIR
YOU PULL OUT MY CHAIR
I TUCK YOUR NAPKIN
OUR THOUGHTS WE SHARE
FAIR IS FAIR
EXCEPT IS IT NOT
MY QUERY YOU SHOT
QUESTIONS DONT STOP
A FOUND AMUSEMENT
THAT I AM THE BLACK KETTLE CRITICISED HYPACROSISY
YOU ARE THE POT
I had to learn to skin animals
but instead
practiced on myself
after diving deep
into the abyss of my soul,
I surfaced
with my tri-colored eyes alight
in the illumination
of self prophecy
fates morn’ dawned bright
flint-ed off the horizon
the sun blazed,
misery
and reflect in the seven seas
streaming from tempests eye
I stretched out my dermis
till a feather was thicker,
it was then
the calligraphy started
a hundred thousand words
later, I became concerned,
my relic would perish
with nothing to protect
my legacy,
times harsh hands
crush the petals of my soul
I pushed past the thirteenth rib.
and pull out my heart,
the seven seas having decimated
to clear each chamber
my words rest in a reliquary
lined with love
and I pass it to you
for safe keeping
namaste