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Proceeding further voids the non-existent warranty on your sanity remaining intact afterwards.
I feel like a shred of confetti
Anchored by cotton knotted
To a strong, steel chain
Fused with a great grain of pain
Cast in a vast castles grave
Of felled shells, long dead
Whose bones become my bed.
I really, really must confess
I use better bones for my bread
I really must confess
That bread is not the best.
I really feel like screaming
As my clenched cheeks cling
To a complicated thing
Effervescing
From my minds twisted guts
Into incontinent pants
I imagine I’m wearing.
I really, really must confess
My mind's become one mucked-up mess!
I really must confess
This mess does not smell the best.
I don’t sleep in sand beds
Or soil shorts made of thoughts
But my baking is to die for
So sign here before you taste
These sweet and sour soul cakes
Whose recipe of joy and dread
Imparts more bang than bone bread!
I really, really must confess
I love my minds mad caress
I really must confess
Its caress feels senseless.
If symptoms persist, please consult the appropriate health care provider.
Daggled and bloodied, the young man lay upon the ground where he’d been
left.. .left by vile men who, spurred by senseless hate and ravenous for a taste of
violence, had lured him with false fellowship and brought him to this secluded spot
by veil of darkened day. At first, they bound his arms, rendering him defenseless to
what was to ensue. After dragging him a small way from the back seat of their van,
they proceeded to pummel his stomach and his face, breaking his nose almost
instantly. When he stumbled to the ground, he received the heels of their boots as
they kicked at his extremities and then again, he received their cruel blows to his
stomach and face. When certain they had done enough damage so he would not
last a night in the cold, they spat on him and drove away.
As his attackers sat far away in a bar, drunk and boasting how they’d “done the
world a favor,” he’d already passed the stage of vomiting and gasping for his
breath. And though his brain was writhing with awful pain, with knowledge of his
sure obliteration, his chilled and broken body stayed inert. Reposed as if inside the
womb, he felt the ache receding, and before night’s shadows passed into the dawn,
his blood had stanched.
Now as flesh turns into carrion lying undiscovered in the dust, his spirit… never
quashed. . .cries out for justice.
I wrote something a while ago
I was mad that you were back
But now I feel myself letting go
It's all numb and the anger I lack
I am giving in to you again
Hold my writes out
And let you tie them
"Why can't you just figure this out"
The thought sparks in my head
And stabs through my heart
The glass shatters and all I see is red
"You can never just face the bad part"
Always need someone to carry you
Never strong enough to just make it through
Weak broken and alone
That's all you will ever be
You beg them so an ear they will loan
You are a burden and add to a load heavy already
I always go back to you
Because it's easier than doing the real 'work'
The idea tempts and I go through
You clouded my thoughts with your senseless murk
Mystified in the labyrinth of time,
dug in the desolate desert of deprivation,
one doesn’t discern in the psychic space
what in the nebulous abstract notion
the rationale of living the moments,
people of speculative perception
define as the articulate art of living,
sensed in the free-will sunshine
within the sanctuary of seraphic oasis.
The survival struggle thrusts
the languished life into abysmal warren,
breaking intrepidly the fading frame
of the fleeting future configured in fragile time,
the shards are thrown
in the debris of dismal denunciation,
unable to rise from the chasm,
even if arduously attempted ad infinitum.
Failing to invent the mirage of escape,
the flicker of hope remains unkindled
to light up the obscure forward end
of the dark tunnel of tormenting time,
but self-preserving retrospective instinct,
lingering in the contrived confine of the past,
flashes in the corridor of memory,
motivates to move desperately
to the fated fantasy of the future.
The sordid present time smothers senseless
in the nightmare ambiance of anguish,
metamorphosing the listless life of vacuity
into a consumed candle in the timeless dark night.
As the demeaned essence of extinguished existence
is denied the reviving rays of the rising sun,
convoluted conscience stimulates the soul
to get suffused with the radiant ethos of eternity,
travel in the tunnel of time.
They were a different breed, in thought as the coffee grinds
Gentler souls, dreamers with artistic minds
More acceptant than the average man
Substance goes farther than image can
And I wondered why in these troubled times
Of violence hatred and senseless crimes
Couldn’t we have a world summit at a coffee house
I talked to a man who prayed for peace
And a girl who wanted all war to cease
Not like Washington I wanted to scream
People think and people dream
And I wondered why in all this turmoil
With our young bearing guns on foreign soil
Couldn’t we have peace talks at a coffee house
I listened to the morning news
It made me sad, gave me the blues
Storms, violence, disease, starvation
Governments seeking domination
And I wondered why in our darkest hour
And nation’s leaders obsessed with power
Couldn’t we change our world from a coffee house.
I stepped inside to find a book I sought
Found myself immersed in thought
There were poets, dreamers and works of art
People whose words came from their heart
And I wondered why in this time of strife
As our leaders devalue human life
Shouldn’t we listen to the dreamers at the coffee house.
Some of my fears are warranted
some might be coming true
but I've coined a lovely catch-all phrase
to keep me from feeling blue...
“Probably not today” I say
as my health is in decline
I'll probably not fall dead today
just gripe, and groan, and whine.
“Probably not today” I claim
as I look inside my cupboard
I shouldn't starve to death today
no, the thought is quite absurd!
“Probably not today” I state
as I think he loves me less
but he's not fallen out of love in a day-
no, it's needless, senseless stress...
“Probably not today” I judge
that my creditors won't be inclined
to seize, and freeze, and take away
all the things I consider mine.
“Probably not today, my dear”
I comfort myself by saying
the roof will hold another day
'though the shingles are decaying.
“Probably not today” I think
no, it's not as I had predicted-
although the rent's a few days behind
I probably won't be evicted.
“Probably not today” I chant
as the storms about me howl
I probably won't be blown away
'though the weather is quite foul.
“Probably not today” I add
as the list is growing so
that I hardly can keep track of all
my probable someday-woes.
“Probably not today” I fear
probably not, I guess...
I'll probably not stop thinking these things
'though it causes a terrible mess!
WHY are those who have nothing obsessed over wealth?
WHY are less hospitals less concerned about Health?
WHY are the Homeless still Forsaken/Forlorn?
WHY the Great Earthquake which left Haiti to mourn?
WHY the fuss over Mexicans?...most do no evil or rob
WHY arrest and deport them?...just give them a job
WHY all the shows about vampires, werewolves and witches?
WHY are some rappers such retards, and call Black Women bitches?
So many people Unfaithful, yet, we're "Bought with a Price?
Then WHY krishna/Buddha, and not Jesus Christ?
WHY the murder of children?...this we can't get around
WHY Carly Bruscha, and Nix Mary Brown?
People running to mischief, it seems a pandemic trait
WHY senseless killings on The First 48?
WHY pools of Oil on the Gulf, which threatens those on the coast
WHY do they think their lives over, when still more Blessed than most?
WHY does a person never sick suddenly breathe their last gasp?
WHY are simple things in this lifetime the most hardest to grasp?
There's vast changes in weather, time to Pray and Reflect
It's a sign from Our Maker, not "The Green House Effect"
Without The Lord in our existence, we live each day as mere pawns
WHY does it seem we weep loudest before the Light Of Hope dawns?
The next WHY? an Enigma....requires deep contemplation
WHY did Jehovah choose Israel over every other nation?
Abundant things I can't fathom, though I ponder and try...
2010, eight years later...the question still remains....WHY?
Started Loving Me Again
Today I,
started loving me again.
I turned away from yesterday
and things from way back then.
And today I,
started loving me again
No used to be's, not meant for me's
no lovers lies you told me.
No stupid fights and lonely nights
with no one here to hold me.
No senseless games, some others names
and slipping way off track.
No broken hearts and brand new starts
no knife wounds in my back.
Cause today I,
started loving me again.
I turned away from yesterday
and things from way back then.
And today I,
started loving me again.
No tears to cry, don't matter why
no looking back no more.
I'm finding me, I finally see
I'm not who I was before.
No broken dreams or silent screams
my heart cried out each night.
No more of you to make me blue
this time I'll get it right.
And today I,
started loving me again.
I turned away from yesterday
and things from way back then.
And today I,
started loving me again.
Edwin C Hofert
Theatrically moved,
dramatically ecstatic
What did not raise me
no doubt of her veracity
She promised to come
to my summer,
apply my herbs, my sun,
to utilize my salts ...
My natural means!
Insensitive and cold,
did not comply with promised...
She preferred to hibernate
in the glacial senseless
of an Austral metropolis,
by means of modern paraphernalia
and artificial products ...
she did not come to me,
and I have not seen her again,
Never... !
Written: December 30, 2023
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Embrace the oxymoron, if you will.
Shall I fool you with monsoon wrath?
Despite tears of rain, life will prevail.
via shattered aspirations.
clouds flirt with slate-azure moon
sunlight kisses the sea at dawn.
wind sighs to trees in plains of lustrous dew.
and scoff at me and you.
as trilling robins show up.
A radiant core of nature's elixir
yet, sunlight will flicker.
cloudless white will appear.
as gold, zenith, and amethyst adorn the sky.
Flaming saffron is poised to streak.
Cureless by modern science.
bare ribs, limbs, and joints fried.
Whispering winds hindered dexterity.
My vertebrae melted, were bare, and broke.
senseless failure to stand or fully expel.
weakened and can't sleep or thrive.
Wairua Worth dark wrath wrecked while
tethered as terms tumble to thrill.
Quill Genesis grows with glorious grace.
while the vile sword is versatile.
Cast aside vanity; dangling merely fits.
Rhapsody hopes to work; ponder if sick.
in shape, rekindled with sunshine
Life waltz beyond light, its nodes drew.
Slightly erratic amid a black haze.
feeling weak, leaving me bewildered.
My soul is cunning and cynical.
earned seclusion as slight streams.
Only gloomy storms entice me.
I hope for sunshine and a light breeze.
Shimmer! Sheer light!
dimming shadows ensue.
My life is on a slippery slide.
spaciously clear passageways.
shimmer! shimmer! before I leave.
subtly allow the warm rays in.
dance around my fading bed.
across the faintly lit abyss.
I should set upward...