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Doublethink belief origin
We pray ten times a day
Where lies pristinity virgin
Why do blue skies seem grey
Life flows in shallow grooves
Lips recite, nothing moves
Heart fits not, scriptures shoes
Marooned on a reef
Doublethink belief
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Doublethink belief, a new script
We incarnate again
Rituals, with similar drift
Bound by another chain
We wish not to make fuss
But what’s in it for us
We’ve again missed the bus
Anoint a new chief
Doublethink belief
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Doublethink belief, where’s the light
Are we but feeble form
Why eludes us, blissful delight
Seems suffering the norm
Aligning thought, word, deed
Step by step, desires weed
Touch of God, our soul’s need
Alleviate grief
Doublethink belief
02-December-2021
Quietus
Writers and poets are a different breed
They live and breathe phrases and concepts
Awash with all manner of clever speech
At engaging the reader, they're adept
They invite viewers on travels to distant lands
To discover strange customs and beliefs
To experience a whole new world apart
The Rain Forests, The Great Barrier Reef
Through the eyes of these intrepid travellers
We witness different morals and rituals
Experiences people wouldn't normally view
Many are very sacred and spiritual
Imagine if we didn't have these literary giants
To warn us of mistakes of the past
The Great Depression, the two World Wars
How great nations through history never last
Writers and poets are a different breed
They focus on the ethereal side of being
Flying high above the distant horizons
In a world of unknown and unseeing
Nay, despite failing to make the grade,
this bluesy well red, duff mute
average white band hit,
hard knock school alumnus
jack of all trades master of none bumped along
pot hole cratered steep pitch
while riding the bus
bullies skewered kosher me all, cannibalized
carte blanche timid ego
brandishing exacto knife
threatening jugular, cuss
sing maniacally pulling out all stops
going headstrong for this doofuss
Embracing premonition making me mincemeat
vis a vis via, Atilla the Hun plus
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore
after diet of worms
as hors d'oeuvre hug guess
if given a choice, would prefer Loch Ness
monster, or the whale that swallowed Jonah,
either t'would be a quite im press
heave feted feat, versus being poached,
roasted, skewered burnt alive
perhaps sautéed to feed additionally,
the Gothic (Jacks sin) five
the latter adorned with
Bandolier prototype, whence they would jive
to Vandals mess sigh ya,
these last yet another contra band
to play on command, or risk not being
he gee beegee bing a live
all thee above iterated blather spluttered
as punishment against revive
ving human sacrifice by pence hoove lee donning
a new jersey wordlessly trumpeting, and strive
ving assiduously as a one man lobbyist,
and aye willingly negotiate
to take more'n one wive
even though that would be big o' me decor,
thus a last minute reprieve given
without axing por favor
and black keys handed over
to Holy Roman Empire in hoar
rubble ruins (over the Weeknd), thus brutish nasty,
and short tempered surprisingly
(boot not prematurely) ejaculating bon jour
foo fighters actually (grand
aery an nah - did a three sixty)
feting me guest of hun or,
boosting self esteem, the first time
since being a kid in a candy store
which poetic digression
did make quite a dee tour,
and bringing detente amidst marauding
village people hoop reef furred war.
Ever since we went our separate ways
I have been missing you as the day goes by
my love for you still amplifies my heart
like the currents of the ocean
You always knew we were both
a perfect match made in paradise
and all we had were plans and dreams
but the Great Barrier Reef that grew between us
decided our love was never meant to be
when the forces of the waves and tides built up and grew
and swept you from out of my arms
leaving me stranded on one side of the land
while you are left stranded across the way
separated by that Great Barrier Reef
and the Tongue of The Ocean
still pondering the odds of our imminent reunion
Haunted
By a portrait on the wall
By eyes that will not let me be
The man who went instead of me
and took the fall.
Haunted
By the ship I set in motion
Watching with disbelief
when it hit the reef
And sank into the violent ocean.
Haunted
By the child's life ended too soon
a life of brilliant colors, summers lost
no way to put a value on the cost.
A bird in flight, eclipsed at noon.
Haunted
By the vultures on the heath
Under the obscuring mist
I had no plan for this
Couldn't face what lay beneath.
Haunted
By the mess I made
They tell me that duties remain
They say don't wallow in the pain
Let the memories fade
Pointless
But I don't think it right
to kill the ghosts that haunt the night.
I don't know why but he swam away
Deep in the night he descended one faithful day
I never understood him, He never let me near
He’d just bite and push away
They say he was struggling, the night he disappeared
but I was right here, the room across the way
Even sharks still get help from prey
So i don’t get why he never tried to play
I heard that door, I saw him leave
I wish it was me who swam to the reef
Maybe if the roles were reversed, we’d both still be alive
But who am I to say, cause I just sat back and swayed
And now he’s gone swimming with the sharks
And that’s final say
A shattered window
lets the wind stand on edge in its cracks,
yet marriage is not a knot
meant to seize those gaps.
Like a standing trunk, skinned alive by time,
dried to death yet quietly immense,
marriage is not a field of potatoes
but the cultivation of thorns.
Love—
two strands drunk on their own liquor,
sometimes slipping into one,
scanning the other inch by inch,
now and then holding a flesh-heavy smile.
Leechlike disappointments and angers
are cut to measure by endurance,
and like the dung beetle,
unyielding,
we can roll one another on.
The grain of union
is woven not as a lighthouse,
but as a reef.
Need a boss Need a jerk
Need something to make your ass
Get up and work
I can inspire you for sure
But I refuse to retire you
I refuse now dont ask me how
Dont ask me too many times
I dont wanna change my mind
But your so strong with my rhymes
Yust just 3 times sicker than the rest
Ill put on my best to go to town
I think I know you now
I think I know how it goes down
I think I know things you nowMaybe I do Maybe I dont
Maybe that just the way it goes
Maybe back in my Hay Day
Back at the party at the motel 6
Well leave the light on
Well keep up the lighter switch baby
Well ditch the relief and relive it in disbelief baby
Missbehaving, never live like a slave
Always swim on the reef baby
Causing were just finding reno,
I bet we find las vegas
No sense Begging us
We already give it all up for rap
We already see no fiucks
And give even less than that
Im like let me in the cage
I see the slave, but im up to bat
I got a few choice words for that
Ill see you at the Christmas shack
Ill Play santa and You play the bay thats got back
And Ill play the baby thats not afraid of that
You need a beat you better call dre
Im using my beats like all day
Sipping time upon a sundial, awaiting her haloed quill.
Days cascading to a decade to the reaper's willing krill.
Supreme word weaver, stroking looms of endless dream.
White satin muse seducing all with sprays of raven's ink.
Was your vanishing simply a crowning of a masterpiece?
I pray to embrace the blaze of a soul I'll never reach.
I admire that golden weave from light-years afar.
The gilded mist of your muse, I've placed in mason jars.
I, glass gardener, tend your blooms of verse and prose.
Whirlwinds of enchanted petals that never crinkle old.
Winged spirit, brushing clouds of my three-leafed dream.
Has your muse scribbled over cliffs onto life's ragged reef?
Abattoir, thy cover black:
Written in red blood:
Spells within thy fabled stack?
Mud, become a flood.
Now to brew some trouble, sirs!
Grab some land up high!
Mother Entropy murmurs!
Chaos, keeping dry?
Unleash the primal forces!
O rivers, running red?
Looking dark in our sources!
Humanity, bed!
Tympani, tornado.
Quahog clam, pie of quince.
Groundhog, shadow? Even so.
Four leaf clover mints.
Raspberry bush, hollyhock.
Gather well, honeybee.
Belladonna, blighted balk.
Vile the vintage, flea.
Schedule, on the third weekday.
Doom and disarray.
Debts cyclopean, repay.
Help them lose their way.
Dismay, dismantling. Starling:
Mournfully sheep sing.
Monsters love. To altar bring.
Machine, maddening...
Sting of sadness, great is grief.
Strong beyond belief!
Lawyer, judge, thy legal brief?
Coral, build a reef.