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(the following extrapolated
thought thread exercised,
NOT utilized to intimate
how Fats Domino belied,
and wowed a crowded house as-sized).
as a former ace procrastinator, i abhor
putting off doing what best ought
to get immediate attention bar
ring some extenuating dire circumstance,
sans mishap with flying car
pet case in point being unexpected a bomb
bin able crisis necessitating
hypothetical individual impossible
to remain calm
while in the process
(assisted with good ole mom)
to hoist self with one's own petard,
which emergency best warrant a re ward,
otherwise if fate doth NOT
require one to break
from ordinary business as usual
to enlist the "FAKE"
help of a grenadier,
who doth make
his/her livelihood
risking their life,
and limb without quake
king (obviously compensating bravery
as he/she doth stake
out mortal danger with adequate adorn
ing mortal kombat
with ample legal tender and/
or promising first born)
for unstinting mettle,
especially tolerating accompanying
martial baritone horn
player screech (like fingernails
scraping blackboard)
in close proximity - eliciting a scorn
ing glare from soldier spy
tinker tailor with a torn
smile while trained
special ops named Bjorn
incurs deadly hazard from one morn
to the next amidst adversity
shouldering care worn
Marine's motto semper fidelis,
which unnecessary loss of young life
predicated on add
age, viz being at the least,
a day late and dollar short egad
inadvertently dooming
princely valiant warmonger,
a mere stripling lad
whose mourning brings
heavy pallor of sad
ness, which imagined situation - aye
tangentially congruently analogous by
and by to the butterfly effect,
or sparrow's swan song i.e. die
destiny wrought, when one dost espy
a single occurrence no lie,
(the flickr ring, instagram
ming, kickstart ting well nigh
linkedin shutterfly of a butterfly)
say twerks catcher in the rye,
hence no matter how small, thee or thy
can change the course
of the universe forever,
no idea how nor why!
They walk on coals on tippy toes for years —
Ice cold, red hot, a ravished tongue of spurs.
With hope, they balance happiness and fears.
Over stove, truly shamed, the pot it stirs.
Severe, the cursed to pace through fragile time.
On doors they knock and tear off locks of hair.
The shadow of crazed mimic, senseless mime.
Through sloppiness of tears, they know they care.
The drip of drops grows quiet - faucet off.
The stains on cheeks remain — rejection’s pain.
A cool soft cloth on honey skin sans scoff,
Agree to toss all argument — abstain.
Insanity pleads, pride be right not wrong.
But loving lips just want to get along.
3/6/2018
Natural soporific narcotic
Recurrent suicidal thoughts
vaingloriously wend along winding road
within windmills of my mind
(o'er a death cab for cutie weeknd)
yakking, yanking, and yawking zeal
becalming this crash test dummy rolling
stone temple pilot inxs
of maroon 5 plus decades long
perdition hellaciously slogging
slow as adam and the ants,
thru fifty shades of gray's
anatomy common weal
masterly baiting this motley crue (cutting),
beatles browed, beastie boy,
foo fighters kickstart new edition
quickening reo speedwagon treadwheel
outre gee (bee) us, grateful dead,
mailer daemons inhabit
cavernous fist size vastness steel
via herbie hancock (hermans hermits)
cheesy munster trap doors that steal,
deep purple swiftly tailored
culture club members squeal
hosted by megadeth
pack rat boston for real
venue at tokyo hotel,
via en grave invitation
signed by alice in chains poison huss kiss
sing, which will spellbind
once contents unveiled,
an instant jane's addiction peal
immediately choking off air supply
then alice cooper egging bad company
to hypnotize the guess who sacrificial meal
supplanting raw
primal scream from spinal tap
acquiescing self to abandon all hope,
especially if black sabbath joins
creedence clearwater revival
dark shadows would demand one
(to take a knee) and kneel
before sacrificing oneself
at the beck and call
of evanescent nirvana
experiencing permanent relief,
sans soul (twisted) sister riding a hansom
off phish hull heart shaped coffin
ample room enough for blind
melon collie 10,000 maniacs,
their healing powers profusely emanating
via m&m shaped talking heads
methinks averring obeisance
to judas priest and hooters
with metallica linkedin with mötley crüe
coldplay feeling of eternal sleep,
where quiet pussy riot
joins carpenters, whose underground
bunker with golden arches
resembles empyreal
heavenly vault wreathed soundgarden
with electric light orchestra
sepulchral crowded house indicative
cynthesis iz done on a green day,
whereat dizzy gillespie afterlife deal
and you bet your sweet bippy meme,
an extra bonus for orthodox believers
(absent myself - a skeptic),
whose karma credit Suisse
with long deceased meatloaf
with soul asylum and heart to anele!
ye r so lucky tubby alive
cuz immediate family, friends, relatives
and now...this strange papa gives u high five
without asking anything in return -
since inspiration courses thru me
inducing thyself to strive
and/ or if when fate decrees,
thee will make an awesome counterpart
who this older papa bloke would envy
as ye possess inxs of strength to re:vive.
----------------------------------
blessing for sound health
upon waking every morning I offer
silent benediction for the ability
to revel with full faculty of this aging body
still going strong where ability sans,
enjoying the simple pleasures
available thru bodily senses
plus cavorting, flirting,
identifying simple pleasures
in my nonsensical mien "inner child"
Woolworth more than money can buy
yet of course if I did happen
to be a lucky lottery winner
could definitely relief anxiety and allow
me to breathe easy yet,
never do justice pitted against robust
body, mind and spirit triage.
A euphemism! I? That I do decry!
Why the very word does imply
That I would ignore, omit, pervert…
If only to prevent some hurt.
Well, let me speak out forthright:
Search thoroughly my ways as I might
I truly must express some doubt
That a that is what I am about.
The purveyors of confusion
Suffer from a big delusion:
‘Lest anyone think I am unfair
I will look into it, that I swear.
Of all the words that I may rend
Lest some of you misapprehend:
It is quite uncouth, and not so grand
To replace the truth with something bland.
I am no cosmetic, that I vow.
I simply put a smoother finish
Upon the face of things, somehow
To enhance, but not diminish.
When things are not so peachy keen
My words can keep things bright and clean.
I ply those gears which do not quite mesh
With unguent words that do refresh.
One charge which will not bear any fruit
Is that I do circumlocute.
My words such a charge does refute:
I tell it straight sans substitute.
For those who think I do mislead
‘Tis clear my words they do misread.
When what I say is scarce obscure
Why is their translation so impure?
Some suggest, my words to defeat
Are oft effete and incomplete.
Should I really have contrition
For occasional omission?
I think I will withhold comment.
Controversy I will not foment!
Believe me, I will not attempt
To discuss things beneath contempt.
Grief lasts for a little while.
Its hurt does beguile.
Nightmare’s fog released, ‘where am I’
A torrential fracture of the sky.
Indeed the steps, you can’t deny,
as you’re not ready to say goodbye.
You still feel the hand you held
Now two minds of loved ones meld.
Denial is a named storm,
thunder and lightning forms.
The rain will not abate —
racehorse is out of the gate.
Anger crosswinds erupt.
Sirocco cursings abrupt.
The perpetrator served on a platter.
Onto anyone in the way it will splatter.
Bargaining, a gutteral plea for a sign.
Oft comes from grieved with a deadline,
sans stopping to smell the flowers,
though abounding with blessing’s showers.
Depression though butterflies flit about,
scents and does appear with shouts,
the grieved only wants to hold her or him —
the unending longing for a loved one is grim.
Acceptance, in mind-numbing closure,
can’t think too hard…maintains composure.
One can talk about him or her with smile
The truly hopeful believe in a meanwhile…
Heaven is truly the last step of grief.
It is the only appeasement that brings relief.
12/10/2021
Tech giants politicans; appeals for better.'
Wars forever, viral illness's? Spotlight
Points ( bit-ch-ing and snitching ) througout
The joint..physical-virtual... Less or more?
Peace the biggie.' Billions sent..Oh no that was to (the wars) do pardon my false invent.? YES..Stay sane and sober, and sans a view.' Well outside of the ordered one.? Whats the truth.? Well a ( five letter word') that can cause much offense.' You know it could even provoke a war.? Now don't be so dense...Its all about freedoms.'
And celebrating the past.' Where they can
Stay.' Ya know peace never lasts.' There are
Some really bad people.' Or so the government said ( dictators and perpetrators ) but i thought they were dead.?
And the then the 'eu' backed ukraine.' And the us was with them? Then they were protecting
Greenland and the USA was not a friend.?
And putin is he still evil.? Why all the mess.?
When there are such well placed leaders.'
Its getting beyond me i must confess.)
Just Call Me A F*****G Hip Poke Writ
Oh flibbertigibbet
damn, heil (Stuart Little) let mice
self down dagnabbit,
no matter this lactose intolerant,
conscientious, consumer and avowed kit
and caboodle - ninny vegetarian,
who lacked true grit,
cuz he craved a ham, rabbit
and cheese sandwich that hit
the bunny phone
spot (courtesy pit
tickle yule lee
of The Daily Bread
Community Food Pantry sit
chew waited at 3938 Ridge Pike
Collegeville, Pennsylvania 19426)
aye red deli admit
to fear with some darkly knit
shadow of a doubt reddit
lee, about being a boot
being smidgen afrit
of some powerful jinn crit
ture, demon, nor banshee
making mincemeat out of me
(Matthew Scott Harris),
whom now wants
to make quick exit
(and if fye sprouted
wings, would flit)
cuz, yours truly did coe vit
an insatiable app pit
tight carnivorous consumption
where a craving awoke
like an addict hood needs a hit
ma tastebuds writhed with a bit
of minor seizure to let
me dentures bite to edit
mas exclusion of meat, and savor
mouth watering satisfaction
as if masticating an illicit
substance, and all the while
my awareness sans unethical
treatment of animals
went out figurative window
a disc credit
tummy sympathy for
hogtied eggs eck rubble mitt
treatment steer
ring agri business
to the mighty dollar,
where die hard
at least slaughter houses will never quit!
Our thinking disease
cause of our unease,
gripping us in trance;
piquant circumstance.
To reclaim souls bliss,
the here, now and this
is all that matters
sans thought flow chatters.
When musings abate,
in a restful state,
we’re poised in the void,
no longer decoyed.
Standing thus erect,
bliss rises unchecked,
like a benign burn
in mind-body urn.
Resting thoughts nimble,
complex made simple,
simply being still,
surrendering will.
Head-heart hand in glove
invokes divine love,
transforming our soul,
making us feel whole.
Oh hermit, know this,
our essence is bliss,
felt as magnetism
in our body prism.
21-January-2023
Our passion is stillness, entwined with oneness
Moment to moment, all moments so entwined
Vibrancy of thought rested energised silence
Embracing and releasing flow of life with joy
Transfixed in bliss borne of divine magnetism
Bringing to life hitherto dormant nerve centres
All dancing in unison to the music of the spheres
~ as we outpour our pure intent into the vast void
Our passion is stillness, in vibrancy of blissfulness
Sans ego craving, hollowed out form, a love mist
Simply present as a receptor of energy sublime
Imbibed by soul and reflected by mind-body
Vaporised self impulsed by resonation of bliss
Celebrating aliveness propelled by God’s breath
At play both within and around our expanding aura
~ as we outpour our pure intent into the vast void
24-May-2022
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