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As mortal veils dissolved, our bodies merged in the ossuary's somber symphonies, two mistress awakened by the velvet-wrapped cadavers, our disinvested hands tracing syllabic patterns across the olive verdure of our skin, as maelstroms of lipstick tormented our intimate geometry. Kissing amidst ribcages and scavenged lullabies, our filial ***** tingled with an unresolved finitude, lost choruses awaking from armature wounds as compatibilities laid bare.
The azure gemstones of our sweat-drenched pores harmonized with the relics scattered about us, a Kolossus of Korova consumed by the clingy threads of our detachment. Quivering heartbeats elevated the ambiance, suspending the predisposition of neglect, while scratches on the cryptic monument inscribed our entwined destiny. I sulfured lips, poised at the sorceress-close mic.
A snarl-like grin spread like a firebrand, smoldering with provocative ferocity as I ravished the venue with tongue-flicked promises, conjuring the haunted echoes of our ecstatic love. Ghosts of our abandoning, whispers of our surrendered reveries, and shadowy allusions to lost frenzies began to undulate, like an eerie tide, through every crevice and cavity of the place, leaving only the acrid tang of our desire and the spectral whisper of "evermore".
Laughter and teardrops entwined like conspirators, as our kidnapped captives, vacant-eyed and warily bound, cringed within their gilded cages, their suffocated pleas dissolving into silken suppliance, amidst this twilight tableaux pyxis o madness, we beheld each other, our psuches conflated in a whirlwind of circumstance and whimsy, our gazes piercing the veil of regalities, and our breasts, beating in tandem, like a tempo of tender complicity.
Fore in that golden instant, innocence and abomination, zero and infinity, coalesced, and we knew, without equivocation, that ours was an amour born of estrangement, grotesquery, and co-creativity. In the subterranean realm of our laughter, a spangled whirlpool stirred, drawing all else, including reason, into its poisoned vortex, as we whispered, like doomed refugees, into the bitter wind, "pour l'amour de tous les diables".
Fervently the serrated teeth on the saw rang the death knell, twisting countenance rictus, then close casket, we heard wedding bells, as we crafted a hellhole requiem of faceless visages.
Boom.
In an irrevocable warp speed instant,
my head collided into the likeness of drying tar,
absorbing each horrid layer of concrete.
That pitch-black, tacky substance covered my body,
so that I was trapped, sightless, into immobility.
With pounding pain, like a full force baseball bat swing
to the skull, like a head cold amplified myriad times,
my brain screamed for release
inside walls of perpetual pressure,
with nerve spasms massively extending
beyond the central blow.
The stench of blood-covered latex gloves
and hand sanitizer attempting to halt disease,
had me guessing that I was in a medical facility.
I could taste metal, as if I was becoming part machine,
conforming to constant monitor beeps.
Morphine drips slipped me into hallucinations,
or maybe just distressing dreams.
My opaque mind tingled for air, breath gasping
like an incessant snore, mouth slightly ajar.
I imagined drools somewhere, but felt no dampness.
Numbness soon overcame most pain,
setting me into a panic of possible lost limbs,
lost neck, lost head.
Dread of the unknown
cast me into a guarded sensation of
always falling, anticipating the jarring end.
Unable to scratch intermittent itches
or ask for assistance, I twitched inwardly,
trapped in a corridor of horrors,
with siren flashes passing through the darkness,
running for a door or window to open,
or if locked, to kick vigorously
through this mind prison.
There are no doors. There are no windows.
Only echoed pounding of
familiar voices floating
surrounded me.
I could smell my wife's Tea Rose perfume
upon approach, accompanied by
my three mostly grown daughters
with their authentic scent of home.
Some named friends and acquaintances
came at arbitrary times.
Some offered slurred words in somber tones.
Some were simply saturated in silence.
All were drenched with unspeakable grief.
Each loved one's screaming drop of saline
made me cry inside, but I doubt it seeped outwardly.
I longed to reach out to wipe away their liquid sorrow,
but my muscles were limp, each limb
like a redwood tree branch in stagnant air.
“…Man serves the interests of no creature except himself…” - Middle White Boar
You came from behind, like a snitcher, and I twirled like a sunflower, as you tingled me. I smiled. The rain dove sang.
You came to me as a covert opportunity, as I could not wait anymore because I had my feet temporarily pinned on the side of the railway line, being used by a crusher crashing my phalanges, a day before. I must say, the crusher was a Canon who had been stripped off his duties because of you, sun-kissed.
This lustre was a bummer!
I immediately ride on your waggon, because, my Clock was exactly 23H45, I thought was already finished, as had been walking for almost twelve hours, and when you came, I had forgotten that the lustre was not the main object because the other half was still to be seen.
OOOOOH! Patience, my blood, you left me destitute, as this lustre was a bummer!!!
You took advantage of my inept schoolies, which prompted my desire to jump on your jet. I missed remembering that when you came, I was morose and wearing a catsuit, as bones had been crushed, a day before. I, indeed, sinned by giving you that brimming smile.
I had forgotten that the lustre was not the primary object because the other half was still to be seen.
This lustre was a bummer!!!
If I had asked for your passport to observe the countries that you had flocked, I would not have been here today,
If I knew, I would have remembered to look behind you to see your handlers,
If I knew, would have remembered that I did not personally invite you, but my catsuit asked you,
If I knew, would have negotiated with my soul,
If I knew, would have looked at your approaching direction and remembered that those from horizontal are not from the cross; those from the ground they are bound to run aground; but, those from the vertical angle required me to be underneath all the time as they would overflow and cloth me.
If I knew, the white powder on the snowball would not have tilted on my white gown. And the Canon's duties would have been intact.
Oooh, this lustre was a bummer!!!!
I had a nightmare, 2 nights ago
After 7 hours of fighting insomnia
This nightmare was hard to bear though
It forced my heart to sink into my gut, and caused me great nausea
In this dream, it was August thirteenth
The temperature felt 70 degrees, it was bright and sunny
My arm tingled from the UV Rays and I felt relief
I was in bliss and wanted sugar so I made a wish for some honey
But as I made that wish, this dream took a quick turn
Prism-like, ominous clouds started to swarm the sky
Suddenly I wasnt outdoors anymore, causing me much discern
I breathed in through my nose to calm, so I would not cry
I was standing in the operation room at clermont hospital center
Seems I'm a scrub nurse, considered for promotion to resident
But I'm the only one at the table, no one allowed to enter
If they helped, the accountable would be everyone present
My test was to open a jar that was far from the normal
The purest golden honey was inside, but it didn't come from bees
This honey, as I was told by my cousin Taylor, afterall
Was made of happiness, and that could cure any disease
I stood there shaking wildly, Taylor trying his best to advise
He was standing on the spectator platform to my rear
Since he wasn't allowed to interact, and Taylor has always been wise
He gave me a huge grin of confidence, that rounded past his ear
Time ticked by, I struggled for 12 hours to open this jar
My knuckles on both hands were bleeding and sore
Trying to achieve my dreams I had come so far
I've wasted my chance, and now it's all broken up and done for
The timer buzzed finally. It screamed, piercing me like a wraith
Taylor faded away into a puff of smoke and I was in solitude
I laid the jar on the ground in defeat, since I had lost my faith
The dream faded away, waking me in my current foul mood
This poem is a metaphorical explanation
Of the burden I have carried for far too long, you see
This dark depressing mindset has long since been taken
Now I'm beyond help from others, only I can help me
Tuesday April 16th, 2019
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A lilac endeavor
of promised importance
came strolling along
on a path in the sun
Its fragrance unfurling
this side of September
when springtime was singing
for winter was done
With meadowlarks chatting
in off color language
while watching the roses
now bloom by the wall
She fancied a smile
in lace covered cotton
with hair gold and windy,
the belle of the ball
I stood there a’ staring,
my eyes hardly leaving
the shape of her world
filled with raspberry dreams
Along an old footpath
with grass patches growing
and banks touching lilies,
all lining the streams
My heart felt a tremor,
like mountaintops falling
in piles of pebbles
and granite like things
Her beauty a fashion,
none other was wearing,
a fine velvet cloth stitched
in apricot strings
She looks my direction
with eyes colored passion
and lips made of honey
as sweet as the bees
Now watching her fingers
collecting the samples
of Ginkgo leaves floating
the back of the breeze
She laughed in the open,
a bright sun was shining
midst butterflies tinting
their wings greenish blue
I followed her northward,
my hand in my pocket,
then pulled out a poem
said, “This is for you”
An unfolded whisper
‘tween petals of daisies
now telling a story
of love or of not
Her glance towards the paper
was finding her grinning,
her painted toes tingled,
her breath just forgot
I melted like butter
on sidewalks in August
when feeling her smile
pressed tightly to mine
I guess in the verses
with lines penned in rhythm
she knew of my joy,
I had told her in rhyme
So now we just wander
directions that beckon
when autumn is sleeping
and summer awakes
Picking up branches,
like sculpting a sunset
or bridging a pasture,
whatever it takes
With overall blue jeans
and knees wet and muddy,
we tend to the gardens
the earth it does claim
While sharing our wine
with a cat and a moon bean,
enjoying each other,
now who could complain
This is the second half, read part one before this
...This life was unlike others, not ripe, not light
We curs't them, 'stood not their mutual blight
There was a strange ambience, a UV map
of Pyrrhic love, a Stygian rapt
We could not believe it, to see it borne
Their darkness their cynic, their muse of thorns
The thorns so thick, so spiny so brutal
Their thicket so dark, impenetrable
Then two years were spent, were lost were gone
And they then stood gasping, fought out, forlorn
For a moment, a second, a damned micron
They thought it was pointless, a habit to be torn
In their eyes the glow faded and dimmed
Their embrace unclenched, they step't out for a swim
They said for a moment, that moment thus spent
"Is it not to be, my love, princess?"
"No, my heart, my life, it isn't."
Thunder failed, fires paled and banked
Storms rolled back, to join their ranks
The sun shone watery, clear, pale
We all rejoiced to see it fail
Yet when came night the dark, the cold
He stepped to their kingdom, arms out, to hold
His eyes glowed again, eager for dark eyrie
His blood tingled for her sweet evil sincer'ty
He waited but briefly, even brief too much
Two days too long even without her touch
He crashed out to find her, his life, dark love
He swept about, caught in morass, in mud
Where did she go, she left, departed
She said they were safer, alone, thus parted
The waves crashed down, destroyed the kingdom
Time smoothed the sand, waited for the new one
A drum of rain on window pane
A streak of tears, of dripping rain
A power melted, now cool, urbane
A life now gone, now leeched, now strained
A slipping sliding treach'rous lane
A fading, ripping, tearing, pain
A spectat'r watches, smiles, blames
A future deprived, no glory...
Mundane.
"Trust me," he said, and gave me such an impish grin it melted my apprehensiveness. "I wouldn't lead you astray." And so I did, trust him, and let him lead me down the garden path.
He took my hand and led me away
He took my hand and led me astray
He said he wouldn't but he did
And just like that I quickly bid
Adieu to childish ways and such
Like a current was his touch
As he took my hand it tingled so
I almost pulled away,
But no
Once joined together a connection was made
That could never be broken or be betrayed
My heart was pounding,
Could he hear?
Our bodies side by side,
So near
Did he feel the same as me?
Was he also waiting expectantly
To take me up in his embrace
Nevermore to be chaste.
Among the grasses, we'd lay supine,
He'd press his lips, hard, on mine
His tongue he then would slip
Inside my mouth,
I shuddered with the thought of it
I closed my eyes momentarily
Waiting, expectantly
And then just as suddenly
He said, “here it is, come see”
While moving the boughs of a massive tree
Revealing something surprising there,
Pointing it out, with such care
Carved in the trunk, were four initials
Within a heart, he had chiseled
"Do you think she’ll like it?",
he grinned that grin,
"She’ll love it," I said,
As I looked at him
His eyes so clear, his hair a mess
He couldn’t tell, he couldn’t guess
How close I was to loving him
That hope I'd had now had dimmed
"Trust me" he said and so I did
With tears burning behind eyelids
It was I who’d led me astray,
And down the garden path away
From what wasn’t real
Or meant to be
But even momentarily.
What bliss
I felt that one time
With the thought of his kiss,
So sublime
“Trust me,” he said, with that impish grin
But it was I who’s thoughts desired sin
The sun receded quietly on a relaxing siesta, as
Calm clouds of the mid-afternoon smiled henced,
The beat of the drums provideth dancing rhythm
As she moved in pure elegance with harmony, to
A style of danced buoyantly bouncing in melody.
Crafted beadworks accented her warmth charm,
Under her delicately brown-jeweled moccasins
The grass provideth such a natural cushion,
As Angular unique flexings of her gentle knees
Resonated like an eagle’s stealthy landing
Quietly in its nests with an eye on a nice prize.
She tingled as the sound of bells jingled
Sending pure melodic rhythm to ears—many!
Whilst she turned in an elegantly slow motion
Fringes from her shawl swayed air of warmth.
The balls of her feet moved in slight degrees as
Her heels touched Mother Earth softly in harmony,
She smiled as the judges watched intently. Like
A graceful dove she floated with precision—uniquely!
Her buckskin regalia trimmings—so singed softly!
As she danced in the sunset evening's twilight;
She created an energetic circle of life’s fire
Yet, never raised her ceremonial feathered fan,
Whilst in clear focus emerged from the dance
Regal styles of proud cultural Native heritage
A contrastingly exquisite fine female figure
Arousing sights in the soft evening’s twilight,
Dispelling the uncertainly to even look twice,
Elegantly noble and much marvelously nice:
She was naturally—First Woman!
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Written During Oneida Nation Annual 2010
Independence Weekend Pow-wow Celebration
Host Drummers – Bear Creek
Oneida, Wisconsin, Bordering Green Bay
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Won Honorable Mentioned Prize
Images Contest
Sponsored by Frank Herrera
7/15/10
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Dew drops fell on my eyelids,
as I lay upon dampened ground
I sighed and looked heavens up astound,
wishing for the pain to cease
I wiped my brow of all crease
with dismay my mind wonders
If it really is she that is yonder
Against the golden glow
her warm sight comes in a flow
a phantasmal being
that is as yet real
For now I can only dream
and so strong that I can feel
but all is not what it seems
though as much I yearn and dream
I can only lay in sin and shame
discover you will that it was glory and fame
that leads to your dismay
I wake up abrupt and say
A dream so accurate and real
that I could smell perfume and scent
just from a dream
just from a dream
I can feel so cold
after you made me so bold?
My story I recited for all to hear
not full with half a page atear
a watermark of my pain
and the gurgling well you hid within
A wall was built
under the satin quilt
burrow deep inside
you warmed me here there and on all sides
in the night as we cried
each other's tears we gently dried
I awake to see the former image
you adorn it with hackneyed adage
to remember the loss I feel
nevertheless you tingled deep my skin and teal
Even though I saw you weren't real
I knew you were there though ethereal
My life sucks but yet surreal
from dream to wake you have gone from cake to bake
Lost all reality within walls so fake
aha! That icing and flake on which I did take and retake
to feel sick from overindulgence
till the dream soured as much as you had done
for now I take this gun
let me also have one
for in life we shared and in death we part
its time my dream bird that we say adieu and depart.
There was an instant connection,
Thru the first bars & lines, as I gained mobile reception,
Eyes glowin in excitement,
Body growin from enticement,
As my fingers moved swiftly thru the keys,
My fingertips tingled,
My soul at ease,
U were a breath of fresh air,
It was like we'd met before,
I swear,
It felt like deja vu,
Everything u'd say, It felt like a reminder of what I'd been thru,
The feeling I felt, it's like nothing I can describe,
The amount we had in common was uncanny,
From our beliefs,
Down to our relationships with our family,
I was amazed how words could have such an effect through a screen,
But I was touched in every way from my head to my spleen,
I'd imagine u whispering those words softly in my ear,
& with every message u sent, thru my heart,
It was clear,
Falling for u had I not seen u in front of me,
I'd ask myself,
Was it crazy,
Then u'd convince me not, that it was just the divine connection we shared,
& Question God, I had not dared,
I knew it was a reason for ur placement in my life,
I'd not encountered u, without some sacrifice,
God taketh away, & he'd given me, u
The reason ur here, we shall see in a few,
A great friend u'll always stay,
& I'll still think of u,everyday,
Though, our plan is to meet sooner or later,
But each day, my anticipation grows greater,
My mind wonders what will come of this,
Will we get one another?
Will God transform u, from my friend, to my lover?