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Am I to live as an envious one
Am I to yearn for my peers' possessions
When life is itself, made of diversity
When we have been set to be varied
Yes, each one of us has been assigned his lot
More, each one of us is to appreciate others
Yes, only by doing thus, shall we liberate
The angel sleeping in us, the pacifier
Why, I desire not anyone's wealth
I desire only more poetic breath
I desire only more magic, at the tips of my fingers
So that I may please the world from its many hangovers
Pray, it is best to open up and tolerate
To accept and to appreciate each other's fate!
19 November 2016
In my reveries, I am a monk in the temple of love from the books written with shadows,
Sailing through the endless pages, I let myself be carried by the breath of destiny of fragile heroes.
They who heal their loves with a divine piety,
Like the keepers of mysteries - isn't it the right of every being?
They raise them in a fan of breeze, consume them in dances on dew's tips,
They spin under drops of sky, with the echo of symphony on the canvas of scattered clouds.
A scene detached from romances, where petals compose a celestial carpet,
And nostalgic, slender murmurs intertwine with the veil of evening in chords of vastness.
Fingers intertwined, carving astral paths, white morning words carried by the dawn's breeze,
Embraces of daylight and the coffee that bursts aromas beside morning prayers of rounded dreams.
But when the story ends and reality reclaims its throne,
I look behind me and see nothing but ruins of glass and scaffolds of dreams.
The blood of bloomed failures on the floor of my soul like a field abandoned after battle,
Grows in shades of changing despair, a morbid carnival with lights that do not falter.
For love now seems to me a desert of words without shadows,
A weave that tickles my senses in a bitter, deaf sarabande.
A feeling unprecedented, among foreign hues,
A sweetness overturned across the threshold of a heart that cannot defend itself.
Echoes of despair reflect off the eternal walls,
An ode of pain where the past seeks a forgotten chalice to rewrite its destiny.
This is not just a sanctuary, but a labyrinth of solitude,
A habitat not to find, but to wander lost among the echoes that leave no trace.
And as the hours pour before the curtain of darkness,
I remain a mystic lost in romances, when the world sleeps and I watch over the ruins of hope.
I travelled to the world of figments
A place of two dimensional beauty
Air brushed perfection
I tried to look beyond manufactured proportions
Pasted on smiles
Glowing skin
I did not belong there
Not tall enough
Broad enough
I smiled my crooked smile
Reached out to touch a hand
Caress a perfect breast
Kiss those luscious lips
She vanished from my finger tips
No substance there
In the land of perfect hair
Sexy eyes that stare
Yet no one is there
Just a figment of my mind
In a studio designed
Yet sadly for us
Figments seem so real
They effect
The way we feel
We can never get enough
We dress like them
We want their stuff
Searching for those hollow dreams
Amongst the pages of a magazine
Trying to create the perfect scene
I must Step away
Clear my mind
Choose a pathway redefined
Chase what's real
Not fab design
Those empty dreams were never mine
Figments can never satisfy
Two dimensions are cold and dry
What they call a dream
Is all a lie
I take back my life
So that I can fly
The power of the media makes people feel less than they are.
Time to take back the power and see ourselves in a new light.
Embrace three dimensional beauty and strive to be the one
and only incomparable one of a kind.
The house came with ghosts.
Not the subtle kind, either—no
wistful sighs or cool drafts,
just full-blown poltergeist tantrums.
Cabinets slamming at 2 a.m.,
spectral remnants of old arguments
rattling the windows, the smell
of burnt toast no matter
how thoroughly they scrubbed.
Still, the buyer had insisted,
"It’s got good bones."
And it was true: the skeletons
were stable in their stasis.
Antique mahogany banisters
curved like ribcages cradling
the heart of the house. Windows
leaded with panes' frames
mettle enough to turn an afternoon
light into prayers. A fireplace
cozy enough to roast the marrow
of an ox into paralysis without
its animal sense even noticing.
But bones have a way of remembering.
She hadn’t counted on the ruinous
creaks of staircases groaning
as if mourning her descent into ruts.
Nor the basement walls whispering
stock tips from the 1920s—sell
steel; buy radium.
She certainly hadn’t considered
the attic, where—let’s just say
she never liked Victorian dolls,
and now she likes them even less.
Why buy? Why outbid?
Pride, mostly. The rollercoaster
of the auction, the plummet
into calamity sweetened by
elbowing the slick realtor
with his laminated grin. The thrill
of the gavel’s fall, the weight
of a binding contract. She didn’t care
about the dangers of yellow wallpaper
or the weeds growing through the parlor floor.
She didn’t even really need shelter.
But sometimes the juiciest deals
aren’t made with forethought,
only with hunger.
And what’s the value of hunger
without a little haunting to shatter
your comfortable sense of status?
I don't fully know what is happening
The evidence surrounds us everywhere
But it is ignored, not seen, with blinders
People are repeating rhetoric, lies, daily
Evil consumes living, death is minimized
Selfishness reaches a peak beyond belief
Research will teach you about embedded toxins
Microscope findings show answers needed
Math and numbers have never been so important
This is not the world I know with twisted reports
People are not behaving rationally, losing character
I help all I can, giving tips to those who listen
I sort through pages of facts, as I always do
But, the treacherous path of watching so many,
Miss such dangerous acts perpetrated daily
While walking into traps that change or take lives,
Watching unnecessary suffering and torture...
Is truly unbearable and I am only a grain of sand
Blowing in the wind
Heidi Sands
12/26/21
Murder for a jar of red rum
We were shocked and stunned
death for as cheap a price as that
the "perp" must be a real dirty rat
Rum, rum, I murmur
catch this killer and he'll go no further
we searched for clues
and await tips as we muse
Finally we get a lead
it was the man who always wore tweed
we had dusted the jar's lid
and caught the culprit, yes we did
never odd or even these
cases keep me on my q's and p's
it's never dry and cut
like a tuna roll or a nut
BY: Joseph May
1- murder for a jar of red rum
2- rum rum I murmur
3- never odd or even
4- tuna roll or a nut
.
if she'z preen'nin
thuh tips uv her curly
hip length tressez
with one mitt's digits
and bare foot toez with
thuh uther
whilst set'n on thuh
porche'z edge
wait'n fer her turn
at
thuh outhouse
oh
oh
and she'z smile'lin
wait wait
and it's raining
pour'n rather
and she'z still
smile'lin
and hold on
it's
brrrr
late september
and she'zzzz stilll
kiss me
shut me up
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Jasper J. Jigglebottom was stuck in the sixties, and proud of the fact.
He was on a movie set, admired by many for he could certainly act.
His job was to be available to stand in until the director yelled “take”.
The placement actor who stood in Bogey’s place when he needed a break.
He was dressed in the same dapper suit, a double breasted, jazzy plaid suit.
He smoked the same brand cigar, and wore the same wing tips to boot.
Jasper J. Jigglebottom was admired by those who could not do what he did.
A grown man but he had the keen wit and wildness of Bogart’s own kid.
How are those ear’s hanging? He looked up and saw Miss Lauren Bacall.
She was the most sensuous, sexy, woman of the sixties; a heavenly doll.
He nearly spit out his cigar, he was so gobsmacked by her beauty.
Let’s not lose it, the director admonished, reminding him of his duty.
So he tried to ignore her skin, her eyes, her hair, and her walk.
He knew he was practically in love, especially with her wiggly walk.
She’s something huh? Humphey Bogart said as exchanged places with him.
Jasper could not reply, but he had saliva precariously hanging off of his chin.
When I get time I'd like to go
On a cruise around the world
So many sites I'd like to know
I'd watch as each unfurled
On a cruise around the world
I'd look at the sun as it sets
I'd watch as each unfurled
With colors that at eve besets
I'd look at the sun as it sets
Each day so many things I'd see
With colors that at eve besets
As the oceans come alive to me
Each day so many things I'd see
When I take a dive into the deep
As the oceans come alive to me
The further down that I would sink
When I take a dive into the deep
I' get to see the colored coral their
The further down that I would sink
Would show a world beyond compare
I get to see the colored coral their
As the fish swim through it all
Would show a world beyond compare
That has me feeling oh so small
As the fish swim through it all
I must return unto the ship
That has me feeling oh so small
As I continue on this trip
I must return unto the ship
So I could find a mountain range
As I continue on this ship
To watch the sites as they now change
So I could find a mountain range
To climb, so I can reach it's peak
To watch the sites as they now change
Would show a beauty words can't speak
To climb so I can reach it's peak
Must surely take my breath away
Would show a beauty words can't speak
That leave me without a thing to say
Would surely take my breath away
Just as I sample all the cuisine
That leave me without a thing to say
Because mouth is full and plate is clean
Just as I sample all the cuisine
So many taste delight these lips
Because mouth is full and plate is clean
I give my servers healthy tips
So many taste delight the lips
From people so very different
I give my servers health tips
Because they are so excellent
From people so very different
Will come to us so many things
Because they are so excellent
Their reality was once their dreams
Will come to us so many things
So many sites I'd like to know
Their reality was once their dreams
When I get time I'd like to go
At the "'Cat in the Hat'
where I did dine
The waiter came over
and I ordered some wine
When the waiter returned
he started to chat
We had a chat at the 'Cat in the Hat'
I looked at the menu
to see what they had
I saw a fish, a fish they called shad
I said to the waiter I'll order that
I ordered the fish at the 'Cat in the Hat'
The waiter came back
with my fish on a plate
I tasted the fish
It tasted great
The waiter then asked
if I was a democrat
He asked me that question
At the 'Cat in the Hat'
I said to the waiter
"What's it to you"
I could be a democrat
Or a republican too
The waiter got no tip
He got no tip for that
He got no tip at the 'Cat in the Hat'