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My soul rides the pen.
Flowing through the nib,
my thoughts are revealed;
flowing onto the page
in dark, liquid waves.
As a vessel, I pour;
all within me, spews forth.
Naked rivers of ink
Reveal muse’s secrets.
Muse wields her sword,
sliced opinions, fall away
upon journal pages.
Pen-to-paper, scratching letters and
words that betray us both.
She talks too much and insists that,
there are others who dream and believe, as we do.
Why do I feel like I must keep silent and
Let her do all of the talking?
With Pen, she speaks;
with sword, she conquers.
I am her vessel and I must let her pour.
I stood up on the table to see what was there and the ground began to shake throwing objects all over the place; the tall building collapse and sinks instantly into the ground the house fell on its side covering everyone alive.
The trees began to tumble down and the mountains give way and the earth swallowed up its prey and the bridge that connects the cities crashes suddenly and fell into the sea and a ferocious wind began to blow tossing the city to and fro.
Screams and shout echoes from a distance and the heavens open its pregnant wings and empty gallons of water in the dry stream and the desert crawls helplessly on its broken knees and soaked its body.
The tectonic plate has shifted and I moving into another direction, it has been going on for more than three billion years and it is finally getting there. A three-dimensional figure is converging in the center, the transformation has begun, and the earth is singing a new song. The wall of the city has broken down and wanderers were ejected from the town, everything is closing in and a new atmosphere is chiming in.
Things happen suddenly to throw you off balance and the big crack across the street is telling you that the journey is complete; it took the travelers by surprise but there was nothing much that they could do but put on a different pair of shoes and watch the earth tectonic plates grind past one another, releasing lots of energy around the corner. It spews lava out of the ground and the molten rock deep within the earth is moving rapidly between the tectonic plate.
I can feel the magma under my feet, and I have an urgent message to complete, the magma is moving towards the east and the temperature is cursing over a hundred degree.
The heavens above are getting warm and the landscape is changing its form. The mountain is modifying it ridge and the magma is escaping over the hill; the plates are sliding past each other, and they are spreading between one another forming a tapestry all over the place you have to get ready for the marathon race.
The city center is closing down, and the people are evacuation out of the town. You must prepare for a crucial showdown. The tapestry is spreading and transforming the entire town.
A Winter Landscape
a southern winter
landscape framed by dark gray clouds
pines sigh mellow tunes
a small boy laughs as he runs
splashing in muddy puddles
white ice spews from ground
as temperature plummets
peach blossoms turn brown
a gray haired man shakes his head
and buys tulips for his wife
a spring bouquet sits
in a lovely vase gone dry
tulip petals fall
a kitten smashes the vase
and leaps from the windowsill
grandmother awakes
a small boy and his kitten
run outside to play
donning a yellow rain coat
against the winter landscape
Collaborative poem
Written by: Sara Kendrick, USA and Jack Horne, UK
A Monotetra
I moved into a haunted house,
the ghost there was, an obnoxious louse.
he’d sneak up on me like a mouse,
my hair he’d touse, my hair he’d touse.
My best underwear, he hides,
he’s a pervert, I surmise,
gives me a daily surprise,
patience he tries, patience he tries.
He’ll watch me as I’d get undressed,
oh he’s such an obnoxious pest,
he jokes about my naked breasts,
my friends attest, my friends attest.
He likes to tease my ancient cat,
flapping ‘round him like a bat,
as irritating as a gnat,
obnoxious pratt, obnoxious pratt.
I cannot stop this irritant,
my patience, it is quickly spent,
an apartment I’ll have to rent,
or live in tent, or live in tent.
His trickery is just so rife,
with misery and such strife,
why doesn’t he go irritate wildlife,
he plays a fife, he plays a fife.
Keeps me awake, I cannot sleep,
spews adjectives that need be bleeped,
I wish I could just can that creep,
such joy I’d reap, such joy I’d reap.
No finer witness to the unchanged heart,
he dishes scorn and heaps high his disdain.
A gift with words, quite clear is his command,
yet his tongue spews forth filth, is entertained.
The chains weigh dark and heavy on this soul,
and yet imagining himself as free,
he marches to a beat both dire and droll,
and fails to grasp the reason he can't see.
The self has raised to lofty heights, this one;
he, from his vantage, sneers down at the rest.
A wasted gift when all is said and done:
a hormoned chick beating a vaunted breast.
Here too I found myself in olden day;
as others did for me, so I will pray.
He woke me
For a reason
And I flung
Back the covers
That blinded me
I retrieved my sword
As he told me
Who has set foot
Upon his world
Without
Fear or favour
I set about
My task
No one will tread it down
Break it
Into pieces
Without my prying eyes
And my sword
By my side
I can hear
His boastful speeches
They screech upon my soul
That roar
I can’t deny
As I know
What’s behind
And what pride
Has to come
He may threaten
My Fathers children
But he is just clay
He has no real power
He fools himself
Just as they
He is only king
To those
That praise and graze
Around his thorny hills
I beg you
Don’t follow
This Fool
He will be the end of you
I know
I have parried
With him before
And will again
He will up
And run from me
Like the coward
He is
A despicable
Contemptuous character
That spews bile
From his hellish head
He colludes
And conspires
Among the evil few
His allies are invested
Infested
Against those
Like you
Look at his tricks
Look for ulterior
For they are there
Behind
His exterior
He is not a fan of
My Father
And definitely
Not one of mine
And I wear that
With pride and honour
Like my sword
At my side
I’ll let him know now
He won’t succeed
As we are many
We will
Set the time
And manage the laws
He is far from being superior
To us
As we are blind
To his royal front
He’s a liar
Plain and simple
Don’t be fooled
By his real-estate deals
It’s a trap
To trip you up
Blaspheme spews forth
From the lion’s jaws
But remember
Remember
The lion is toothless
His followers
Blind and delusional
And I
Await
In the south
With my sword
By my side
He will come
Again
And again
But I have more
On my side
Then he
Be wary
My nemeses
North and East
Are with me
And the people
I can only ask
Know your Father
Know His words
With this knowledge
You can
Resist
Me... creature of comfort? Bah
Once again mine lock, stock
and barrel trade in balderdash
finds yours truly (i.e. me)
to type poem frisson a$$ off
as dentures chatter and gnash,
while still inside me gobstopper,
(the sole way to generate
plea for coveted heat),
which will moost likely
meet chilly reception
whereby ye will predictably
not even bat an eyelash
perchance receive critical backlash
'pon reading what qualifies
as mine trademark mishmash,
yet though just axing you to quash
knee jerk reaction, or
unfairly con sitter me brash
not trying to make waves splash,
cuz yours truly prefers
amenable conflict resolution versus
airing sentiments online,
where differing opinions
spark byte size clash,
diminishing sympathy for
devilish dude with toothless flash,
(who by the way could benefit
courtesy bajillion dollars in cash),
though lavish largesse
much appreciated stash.
Superfluous here within chilly apartment
reasonably rhyming lament,
cuz central heater spews
cool air out vent,
no matter Kevin with son Kyle
(two man maintenance crew)
formerly named recently
replaced small circuit board,
mine genuine acknowledgement
once given, I surmised meant
his professional technical services
would be unnecessary,
until hot steamy summer weather
necessitates well mannered climate
controlled environment,
whereby malfunctioning
central air conditioning,
would find yours truly
donning bare banal civilities
(think emperor and his
new nonexistent/see thru clothes)
as totally tubular tumblr
harmless long haired fervent
pencil necked baby boomer gent
chilling profusely sweaty geek,
(matt her horn fact dashing
apostle impossible mission
not to chuckle testament)
speeding unsightly birthday suit
scaring old fogey folks out their wits,
especially seeing petrified
atrophied balled naughty BitTorrent.
You’ll never know how much you speak to me
I just can’t fathom the beauty that I see
Your heart goes out in everything you do
Your mind spews rain of music so true
I am lost in the light of your unimpeachable words
Everything around me, in me, feels so damn absurd
I futilely try and fight a battle never won
And realize that I am already gone
Ooooh
I am mesmerized
Oh, I can’t be surprised
That I am mesmerized
You can see it in my eyes
Am I blushing?
Am I rushing this through?
Are you laughing?
Oh damn, he knows it’s true
I am mesmerized
Oh, I can’t be surprised
Oh so mesmerized
He can see it in my eyes
Knowing you’re far from mine
You’re words still stop all time
Because you’re so damn sublime
You’re simply out of this world
So just get out of my mind!
Oh! I’m mesmerized….
If there was a way inside your mind
There still wouldn’t be me to find
You’re moving so blasted fast
And I just can’t reach the mask
Man, it seems so useless, to try and make you see
That I want you beyond all reason, knowing it can never be
As you thrill the crowd, as you kiss the girl
I’ll just stare at your pictures, wishing I was her
Ooooh
I am mesmerized
Oh, I can’t be surprised
That I am mesmerized
You can see it in my eyes
Am I blushing?
Am I rushing this through?
Are you laughing?
Oh damn, he knows it’s true
I am mesmerized
Oh, I can’t be surprised
Oh so mesmerized
He can see it in my eyes
Knowing you’re far from mine
You’re words still stop all time
Because you’re so damn sublime
You’re simply out of this world
So just get out of my mind!
So lost, so gone, this war was never won
Mesmerized
* Dedicated to the singer Anthony Snape,
And...a secret person that no one shall know about! Muahahaha! (except Becca)
Taking it all away
Drowning in a contact list
Burrowing in a zone of friends
Never felt so alone within a crowd
Never heard my conscious
Screaming so loud
Burning guilt spews like a broken fountain
I live in a lie I have made the truth
Where sheer emptiness fills me
Where darkness lightens me
Into complete numb
I will never feel the same
We will never mend just the way you want
Nothing adds up to your delight
I will never have the courage
I feel the ache take its toll
And like I have known it all along
The pain of truth always remains
I can hide. . . I can claim sane
I could lie . . . and say it will always be the same
Nothing adds up
I am positively stuck
But somehow I learn not to care
Like the lie living in truth,
My cares lie deeply folded beneath
It lingers and hates itself
Nothing truly adds up
Except the pain of truth
-March 21, 2013-
The Spews of Erebus
Our desire unites us
that our greed and ambitions
might be heard as prays
to a concerning and considerate God
Might the Spoils of discovery
find sceince as profitible
as it is interesting
they cheered and toasted him
not knowing what was before them. Said one
in full opposition of the others. He sheilded his
lanterns at night
might the greed of men
need light to undo there promises.
Gold makes even the sanist man satan
that the poorest of the poor
wish to be as wealthy as
he who pay's him;
must he be vain and willing to risk
it all to prosper.
Or shall God makest him humble enough
to be concerned and bless the
expedition that they might
all equally share ach fortune.
Doctor kestler Anartic Expedition
There is Environmental Protocol against mineral extraction in Antarctica
The story is of a bunch of time traveler willing to extract from the past to have a Profitable future.
They are faced witha Challenge from The Superfreinds.