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Lately folks, my mind has been somewhat dusty,
I "think" I heard of some new kind of disease.
Plus, my cognition has been somewhat rusty,
I keep forgetting where I put my keys!
I'm late!, I'm late!, for a very important date,
But...I don't remember with who or where.
I can't explain why my brain makes me wait,
I just know sometimes, I feel like the "March Hare!"
I can't find my keys, I can't find my wallet,
I remember my age, but I forget the date.
I can't find my...uhh, what do you call it?
It must be some hereditary fate!
When family drops by, they won't tell me why,
And, more to the point, they forget their manners!
Won't clean up their mess, Hell, they won't even try!
It makes my brain quake, like that dude in "Scanners!"
Well, y'all know how much "Uncle Fred" loves to drink,
And for an added bonus, here's a tasty treat.
He tosses the dirty butt wipes in the sink,
Or, forgets to put the lid up, and pees on the seat!
My "Siblings" announce: They're here for a week!
But, they forget to tell me, I'll foot the bill.
Plus, their dog "Crotch" has a permanent leak,
Then leaves his "Bark" on the wall and the sill!
"Ole Grampa Gus," yeah, he makes the biggest fuss,
He hides candy in every crevice and nook.
While he makes life "Hell" for the rest of us,
He's spouting out scripture from the "Good Book!"
I'm not even going to start on my "Mom!"
The grievances are many and way too long!
Like the time she slapped me before going to Prom,
"Don't mess with those "Gals," they don't know right from wrong!"
Thankfully, "Dad" died over thirty years or more,
Ah, those little graces in life can't be beat!
He'd come home plastered, and bust thru the door,
Then I'd have to deal with another busted seat!
Yep, the more it advances, the more I agree,
This isn't such a bad thing, sporting this disease.
I'll be right back, after I take a good pee,
Hey Darlin'...how 'bout one more cup of "Dementia" please!
She but a heart breaker
Isn't she ......
The smoothness her face
A blockade my day
Am drained like a lake
boiling I vanishing
She did left me
Can't spread my feelings
Am drying like a vapour
Am vanishing, resuscitation
Please stay with
Though
I have learned my bitter
lesson, I have seen a bitter
pill my life now seem like zero
and tomorrow in the shades
of the narrow extreme of life.
I keep my heart at bay
so as to feel my love awake.
In my heart is bottled bakes
of my love
and when my love awake
then my day is made.
I keep my heart at bay
so as to flee the pain of the day
when my heart flees the pain of the day
then my ache is drain from its pain.
I keep my heart at bay
when my mind might quake
when my mind quakes,
my Love is at stake
And when my love is at stake
my love might fade.
I keep my heart away
so that my mate
might see Some fate
the day they bait
with me in a race.
I keep my heart at bay
on a date I don’t won’t to be late
the frame of love I made
for the date another date
might Be waste
and when my frame
is waste
then my love Is disdained.
In the wake of the day
lays the pain of the way
in the pain on the way
lays the aches of the stakes
in the aches of the stakes
lays the shake of the frame
in the shake of the frame
lays the break of my heart
and when my heart Is broken
my hate is made
when my hate is made
then my love is drained
so I keep my heart at bay
So as to feel my love awake
Another day awakes am
5/23/2020
I hate it when it’s cold outside
I hate it when its chilly
In wintertime it’s hard to find
My precious little Willy
He slinks away to somewhere warm
And finds some place to hide
So long as it is cosy
He will snuggle up inside
Most mornings when we have a walk
He’ll shudder and he’ll shake
But should he spot a puddle
Then his little legs will quake
He stands stock still and will not move
The silly little pup
He will not budge a single inch
I have to pick him up
I love my little Willy and
It’s nice when he’s around
But, whenever it is cold out
He is nowhere to be found
Sometimes I think of getting
A dog that’s big and hairy
Until I do it’s sad but true
I’m lumbered with this fairy
The Vessel pt. 2 - Leviæthan
I
'neath the grim pallor of a Plutonian moon,
Sheltered in the cloak of Phantom's embrace,
A tempest rages within flesh,—entombed
Ash and soot caress expressionless face
II
Deep into that fire peering,
Long she stood there pondering, hearing
Voices, distant,—haunting, searing
'round a pyre—
Shackled bodies, writhe and hiss
Blackened pillars,—listing, burning,
Seize the souls upon them spurning
Faces, obscene,—enticing, stirring,
A sweet longing like unrequited kiss
O' What vile savagery!—provoking,
Her weary flesh into approaching
Weary flesh,—engaged, encroaching
Shorn of tattered garb and ragged stitch
—
Light and shadow, rhythmic’lly dancing,
Upon the flesh— lures her eyes adrift
Wolves hone in,—circling, incanting
Pounce upon prey and bind it swift
III
Lo!
The horror within her mind unfolding,
Lashed to the pyre—
To this pageantry, beholden
Her wail a dirge,—reshaping, remolding,
Their chant with a hex through fervent lips
A darkest machination set in motion,
Soon...
"Soon, I shall be," softly spoken
A hushed mantra into crescendo growing
The throng, strident!—quake like shaking fists
The earth shudders! Parts beneath their feet,
A chasmic yawn of indeterminate deep
Vengeance interred, on the precipice of sleep—
Awakens!
Through arms outstretched, a wind howls and whips
"So, I Shall Be! Reborn! Unbroken!
Take This Flesh And Bone —As A Token!
Payment! An Oath With These Words Spoken!"
Echoing through the endless Abyss
Shadow and flame,—coiling, rising,
Kisses flesh,—unburnt, undying,
Her voice, shrill!—harrowing, climbing,
Shatters the firmament with perfect pitch
Down!—
Down rain the heavens upon the wicked—squealing,
Whose sloughing facades,—smoking, peeling,
Reveal faces, familiar,—cruel, deceiving
Raze and ruin by one decried, "Witch!"
—
Within the veiled darkness sempiternal,
Souls, like dying stars, ignite The Black
Falling embers till bloom inferno,
Long she gazed into the Abyss
—And it smiled back
IV
Through a mirror darkly, her mind unbroken—
Phantom bestows a Faustian gift
Laid to rest—
No epitaph, no words spoken
Upon her brow, placed a gentle kiss
Mighty flowers shake above the quake
Children run for cover under clouds of ash
Burnt down houses driven off by lava flow
The volcano makes a path
That other world we know
Sometimes survival is based on luck
Lightning bolts hardly audible
Crash anyway through the confusion
Hills stop there suddenly
Summoned up on rocky miles
Settle down exactly where they are
Once the ground calms down
To claim their own in style
By the shore before the sun forms giants
Shadows that emerge, cast on the ocean
In compliance with the winds and clouds
Pointed edges grow sharp towers on the morn
Outside where sound elements belong
Born on electric currents moving over waves
By horizons line as lightning strikes
Reflecting light lifts landscapes rolling gray
Covers Earth over on a parade with particles
Hectic red steadfast ejects metallic crimson rocks
Lays bare their soul on solemn waters edge
They sparkle red instead of living on their own
Blue oceans form complexions overhead
Far away far reaching desert sands
Can speak of dunes and sleeping suns
Too far away from clouds to touch them
Dried figs hang on the ancient trees
Suggestions of a life long gone forgotten
Lost in a deeper slumber
Summoned up, dawning on the past
While too much sand gets in the way of thought
Survivors at the waters edge ask questions
What's in the ocean but more sea
Why is the sky raining red and fire ash
Warning signals measure mysteries
Learn well to live a life of pleasing
to God and the blessed Christ His son
not just to the pleasure of man
but go circumspectly forever to run
Show your life in a worthy manner
that Christ's gospel would appeal
so whoever would look upon you
would see Christ as the real deal
Be sure to be always standing firm
filled constantly with holy spirit divine
having one mind striving for the faith
fear not the opposition, be sure to shine
God has called His elect to be strong
believe and suffer indeed for Christ's sake
this a clear sign for those Christ rejecters
they'll face a real condemnation quake
This is the same conflict as Paul
spoke of in His epistles centuries before
God's people still march to heavens door
looking to Christ's open arms evermore
("Only let your manner of life be worthy of the gospel of Christ, so that whether I come and see you or am absent, I may hear of you that you are standing firm in one spirit, with one mind striving side by side for the faith of the gospel, and not frightened in anything by your opponents. This is a clear sign to them of their destruction, but of your salvation, and that from God. For it has been granted to you that for the sake of Christ you should not only believe in him but also suffer for his sake, engaged in the same conflict that you saw I had and now hear that I still have.")
Philippians 1: 27-30 (ESV)
Cold rains, wet and weary... seeping through the sky,
spectres pass ’long side me... bent, with collars high,
my visions are invisible and no one sees me cry.
Minstrels of destruction... rapping at my door,
naked anvils aching... heavy hammers roar,
their monodies of emptiness pulse, bleeding through the floor.
House of cards collapsing... sagging walls of wax,
deuces in dissension... aces slip through cracks,
the Joker’s lost and lumbers by, alone, along the tracks.
Steeple steps dismantled... muted bells below,
ruins quake and tremble... frozen in the snow,
their pains implode within my brain while pale winds cruelly blow.
Prophets tumble temples... residues of tea
highways of no entrance... paths of destiny,
where phantoms haunt my nightmare dreams, tell tales of roaming free.
Foghorns moaning lonely... waves awash in sound
silver schooner sinking... swirling round and round,
at midnight’s stroke, the mainsail broke, and driftwood drifts aground.
Silent seas misshapen... moonbeams painted rum,
teaspoons sifting ashes... fingers cold and numb,
an incandescent candlestick’s impaled the sinking sun.
Smothered fires smoking... oceans filled with ice,
lightning lashing windows... blades from paradise,
like tongues of limpid laughter licking wounds of sacrifice.
Flowing fields of flowers... silent harmony,
rolling river reveries... washing to the sea,
my love, she was my daylight bliss, she once belonged to me.
When the truth was spoken, the brutal battle began.
Shaking the ground, causing the fault line.
They held on tightly to the fake foundation like paper.
As if they could make it last, maybe keep things light.
They denied the pain, the past, buried in every crevice.
But the fault line remains, silently waits underneath all the lies.
One day the earth will shake beyond their control.
With boulders of truth rolling across the paths of their lives.
There will be no more fake foundation, no hiding place around.
Only scattered pieces of facts blown, spread upon broken ground
To see in the face of the inevitable quake from false premises.
*11/26/16: For Fault Line Contest sponsored by: Anthony Slausen.
The emptiness of living has inspired me to say
That the better half of men is the strong women of today
Who know how to live life and give life to us all
Forgive us for our mistakes and forget it and not recall
They are so full of wonders passion and have the deepest of fire
Intelligence artistic merit and sexiness that will make us burn with desire
They see the truth when to us it does not always occur
With just one look from them makes our insides stir
They always know the price and what’s really at stake
With a tight hug they make our whole body quake
Kisses that leave you breathless and simply make your heart pound
Great souls for peace to show us how the world really goes around
So rejoice in them and respect them and give them your true love
Realize there inner beauty and that they are the greatest gift from above
W# Earth quake
So silently clear nature stands still
Few seconds stood on that hill
Rumble like thunder in the distance
Earth calling our very existence
The ground it shakes what seems eternity
What is this? Have I lost my sanity
A silence again fills the air
Earth again still as if nothing to declare
Sweet song of birds fill the air
Did what happen, happen
Nature returns everywhere
The gentle roar of a plane in the distance
Life goes on for all in existence
The Earth it Moans and groans
Death and destruction this time postponed.
Quake sleep for now
Thanks for the warning
Another day is dawning