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I recall how you would kiss my nose,
and I'd smile, I remember it all.
Our life was once a merry-go-round,
a true paradise, as I recall.
Today brought a sad turn of events,
I scoffed at the idea you'd leave.
But when I looked deep into your eyes,
your tears finally made me believe.
The restrictions of reality
had you pursuing fantasy dreams.
And you want to feel free once again,
regardless of my feelings, it seems.
My dreams were scuttled by betrayal,
caught in the eddies of silent fears.
And my hurting heart sobs endlessly;
floundering in an ocean of tears.
The essence of my misery was
distilled from the dregs of countless tears.
And it's a potent, corrosive brew
that'll eat away at my heart for years.
Last time he checked the Gate remained locked. Verdant shadows reflect soft running steams falling into still pools. Rushing to hushed sounds abated in calm. Evergreen foliage radiant, vibrant, waiting.
Forlorn crosslegged perch resumed atop faded grass just outside, four steps distant, an already rusting landscape. No travelers left, yellowed path away, parched for nourishing spirit dew, solemnly abides.
Yearning soul, half scarred, half charred, singular nature revealed abruptly, scuttled unwittingly. Eternal truth circumcised nascent pair, to their despair. Vagrants now, celestial estate forfeit for .... one pomegranate?
endless fallen trail
darkness rails against light
man walked from
Eden
Gunfight in old Abilene
With his hat drawn way down, reins loose in his hands
His horse sweating pints, the sun burning down
The dust from the trail was choking his throat
The Abilene sign, said, two miles to go
He rode into town, stared the folk down
He pulled up his horse at the watering trough
All scuttled inside as his boot hit the ground
The word was soon spread, that he was in town
His aim to avenge, a brother who’d died
By hand of a cowpoke, o’er game o’ cards
Known to be cheating and fast with a gun
He’d drawn and fired on unarmed man
Stepped out the poke, with a gun on each side
The stranger he sees with a look in his eye
Some paces they took, no words were exchanged
They stood face to face, staring each down
Silence it fell, the nerves were of steel
Dust blew around on the faintest of breeze
The desolate street, unreal in the scene
The stranger stood waiting, death in his eye
The air, it was crushed, as the guns they were fired
Bullets passed wild, on wings of hate
A thud, a cry, a hit was made
One fell to the ground, the sun burning down
The dust and the smoke, cleared from the air
Onto the street, the folks gathered round
Amazed at the speed the actions had been
Declaring the duel had seen a fair fight
He mounted his horse, tugged brim of hat,
His mission complete, justice on course
A man of the old west who never looked back
Where sun had gone down for the poke on the ground
PythonPotamus, "Abaddon" Quetzacoatliciously rises from the pit.
Helliopolis' ruins remains; "in the thick of it."
Ra, "Familiars the breeze" a God-imposter, sedicious, piece of Set.
Set Ing the diodes of scene.
All the same, on demand-
quid pro troll for human sacrificing...
icing in their assumed, -
exhumed names of representation-glands,
Idols in strange hands.
Decorating blue,
filling with strangers to one's own land.
Paradise Lost, seeking ills, -ills, ill gotten gains.
Kismetic Frosts relations
of cover-incestuous-religions
summoned in symbiotic trends,
of the means of the end.
On Alien soil, Ra, soon to return
to asphyxiate freedom's change, of wind,
whisping death's-bloom.
DeCoffinated break, drink !
Skywriters, Contracting...
Watching in aiding abetting, the elites.
The discreeted
scuttled upon the otherworldly-
Chariots called PleasureCrafts and Triremes and Juggernautivity Nets.
Lasers to strain in loom, everything you say or do-
you... buy, sell, eat, drink, breathe, think?
Utopia, Trojan Whores Riding a Beast.
Once young and naïve,
I fell for your charms.
And yet, now, I must
abandon your arms.
I will tiptoe out
when the night turns black.
And scurry away
without looking back.
Asleep with your dreams
you lie unaware.
And it hurts inside,
because I still care.
But all my hopes got
scuttled in mid-stream.
And there's more to love
than a worn-out dream.
I can't live a lie
or try to pretend.
Though you'll always be
much more than a friend.
Tomorrow you'll feel
confused and alone.
But you'll be better
off; there, on your own.
(Quatrain)
1/15/2015
In the shadow of the Second World War,
Fuehrer wanted to augment maritime power
and control the waters of the northern oceans.
In the North Sea he proudly set sail Bismarck,
the largest German battleship ever built.
On maiden voyage off the coast of Scandinavia
she got fiercely engaged with the Royal Navy,
heavily damaged, survived the first battle
in the fateful strait of Denmark,
but was totally crippled by later air attack.
She was scuttled by the German navy,
bringing her brief life to an unceremonious end,
as she committed suicide so to say, and sank
to save herself from further ignominy.
November 6, 2021
Contest : A Noteworthy Ship
Sponsor : Robert James Liguori
They surrounded him with ruthless intentions,
Until he quickly decided to mention,
“I am more like you wolves than you think”
“I am your human, missing link”
“Let me prove to all of you”
“That I am capable of being a wolf too”
Their blood thirsty eyes suddenly subsided,
He was given 24 hours to show them he should be permanently invited,
For he had nothing to lose and everything to gain,
He had just survived a grizzly bear’s night time game,
The man explained that he had just retired,
The life he had lived had simply expired,
He was now more alive than he had ever been before,
Little did he know what these wolves had in store,
The journey was to begin at sundown,
When all was quiet and no one was around,
They would come for him at half past eight,
And challenge this man and test his weight,
They said their last words then scuttled away,
Leaving this man to his thoughts all day,
He knew he was different; his head for the first time was clear,
He felt empowered and had not one fear,
With it all planned out in his mind,
He was confident that they would accept him after tonight as their kind,
He did not question what would happen if he failed their test,
With pride in his heart, he was confident he would be the best,
To keep himself busy until they came back,
He walked to a nearby stream, pulled out a knife from his knapsack
Caught some season trout,
He showed those fish what he was all about
He spent the rest of his day relaxing in the sun
Until darkness arrived and the fun had begun…
No flower
Nor wreath
Shall those deceased
Call to arms
On unknown gravus
That cross the bows of scuttled ships
That sank before the powder mist
Kisses follies chance encountered
Praying for an end to war
Could not save
Nor pebbles pave
The wanted loss
Etching towards the strike of bell's
Spying on the conversation
The felling leaves
Whisper when all is still
Underneath the Ravens bill
Where angels fear to shrill
The hour's have been at hand
And there are no more conductors left
To lead the band
In the devil's symphony
Art has met it's Waterloo
And there are no bends
Along these trampled streets of woe
For fiend and foe to seek
No more tear's to leak
This is where humanity ends
Not in victory
Forged in pity
The cost the living live to tell
But what is hell
And that remain
Shame shall place upon the face
And behind the eyes
The soul's of buried fallen dead
Whose family members lie in state
Resonate with diunified elegant poise
Though the noise on deaf ears fell
The hollow broken shell
Cried mother I will never see you again
And I never got to tell or show you how much I loved the
And I never will
Take my hand placed in yours
And keep me safe in mother's womb
This is where I choose to place
My love upon your resting grace
So I never forget your face
Scuttled in a sea of tears, dreams drown,
yet you can't stop the tears trickling down.
And wear a smile, concealing those tears
behind a fake mask that hides your fears.
A broken heart dreams of magic wings
to flee from the shame rejection brings.
Yet, unrequited love tastes sublime;
if only for a moment in time.
You feel bewildered, as a caged dove,
confronting a future without love.
And reality's held with less grip,
falling away, as Hope starts to slip.
Love slid blindfolds over trusting eyes;
hiding the truth behind veils of lies.
And faith fuels frustration of late,
adding its weight to the hand of fate.
You cringe on the fringes of disdain,
alone and abandoned to your pain.
Yet as time takes the hurting away,
heartaches fade; though fantasies stay.
In time we find light that was not so much a remembrance of character void,
or a psalm of the heterogeneous unlimited focus-
or stance of staving off the news,
in the leeway there is no set mountain,
or even the scuttled movement otherwise that allows the courteous to emote wisely,
topping out of something takes no drawbridge,
sleeping softly is no more calm than a stereo-graph printing interstellar onto a platform,
finally without the fives at nines going awry for our teller to debunk the checks we saw came late,
I hope for the favorite thing to be what doesn't unmake us-
but stays traveling down an endless moon at noon,
delicacy not,
rectitude forward-
yet always in knots,
as we know we speak the language of our derailment of pot.