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5/19/17
Things considered occult
Near and far from kids, teens and adults
Working with mulch
Above a gulch
Had to turn into the Hulk
And catapult
Toward successful results
Then howl at the moon like a wolf
While in and out of gulfs
No good in being in poor form
Or disordered
Got to keep pushing forward
Above and below floorboards
Considered that there will always be more storms
Whether or not it is cold or warm
I just can't spend time in forlorn
Got to take care of business, night or morn
Ready to fight for what I believe is right, with the skills of a warlord
Regardless of if it is what I was born for
Close and beyond traces of lanthanum
I'm coming through with an effective stratagem
Show you something truly masculine
Going full throttle pushing to the maximum
Among pathogens
And antigens
As well as vehicles with headlights that are halogen
When I see an animal or human struggling, I'll lend a hand and not abandon them
By: Dalton Ogletree
Joromi, hear my plea
for I am a genuine lover that will never flee.
i have searched all around the countries of Africa,
Joromi, your curves are well etched like the map of America;
Your beautiful eyes are like a deer's,
your gait like a gazelle's; your voice melodious to the ears.
I want to feel the smoothness of your pretty skin,
for your beauty is making my head spin! ;
Joromi, beautiful like the Sea goddess Yemoja
black, shinny like the tanned colour of warlord Afonja.
It is your thoughts that fills my every day
and in my dreams you hold sway;
Be mine to keep Joromi my heart most wanted,
for I know amongst beautiful birds, you're the most hunted.
You'll be my queen, I your king,
and our love will be for all to sing.
Exactly who is strongest?
As above, so below.
Which, pray tell, did the gods best?
Spring, sprig mistletoe...
'Under heaven' read the sign.
Only one could tell!
Fancifully or by design?
Witches, cast thy spell!
Roundabout the ruddy run?
Has twilight begun?
Forlorn yet still having fun?
Midnight before one!
Warlord of the ages?
O conquerors, take heed:
Serene, are ye, sages?
Draw bead, O my greed!
Plead? To who? Doth ye bleed blue?
Hope, need ye accrue?
O for hearts a-torn in two!
Mistakes, need we rue?
Crew of skeletons at work?
How then best to shirk?
Daring devils, draw thy dirk!
Who's the master, jerk?
Psychology, operate!
Target, O my hate!
Grown up, ghast, upon the great?
Limestone, set thy date!
Fate, thy fortune. Soaked like wood.
Down the sea-cliff fall.
Concepts like the idea 'good'!
Brood of big and small!
Should? O for us, to the last!
Hanged from every mast!
Alabaster, set in plast!
Machine, get first fast...
She asks me,
from a sense of curiosity
commandeering the comfort of her heart,
like clouds spilling a thousand secrets,
How are you feeling...
I want to suffer alone tonight...
But you can't be alone,
you have Me...
I just need the echo of darkness tonight...
But you can't be alone,
You have me...
I just need the echo of darkness tonight...
I can be your darkness...
You're so beautiful,
even in the darkness...
Just stay with me...
I want to stay with you...
What upset you,
tell me my Love...
I just want quiet pain tonight...
I love you...
I will see you in the dawn my Luv...
A love trauma storm
has begun to soak my splitting soul
with a million volts of ageless ache,
memories of innocence voicing exuberance
pulses of naivety needing nothing more
than a simple vibrant kiss
on a virgin nerve,
being struck by the shock
of multiple hearts held in one avericious hand,
experiencing vein ripping rage,
learning that divided loyalty
is a lip smack lasceration
that can only be stitched by tears true,
and lonely moments soothed by gratitude
gaslit into a nausea that ruptures
the rock of devotion into a wilting will,
I have known both faces of love,
the one that makes the heart of a Man
a fortress of flame and a beast of lust,
and the one that makes a Man
the sword of a rogue warlord,
I also know that love is a monster
of awesome appetite relentless,
love will devour you to the bone,
and that love will resurrect you
from despair seemed certainty,
Through my conquest of internal confliction,
I have realized as rain in free fall,
that love is a conviction in real heartbeat,
a love ethic raw on the tongue of Time,
that the purpose of passion
is not to please you
but to preserve you,
to make meaning of your eyes,
We choose our conflicts
as desire chooses a target,
I'll be your target as long as you set me on fire,
let's not make love a battle between
the subjective and the objective,
let's make it an inviolable truth alive today,
let's say goodbye to expectations
and to judgements rude,
let's just love one another with pure intent,
no conflict, no prediction,
no hesitation from hell,
My Luv, it's now dawn,
embrace me as Venus to flesh renewed,
I am your truth of wild taste,
and I your touchstone of life,
together we are poetry in primal ink...
J.A.B.
From my memory and from endless maps
I recreated my homeland to write newly upon it
And on the twenty first day, God rested for months
To ensure the world could shine darkly
The February sun shone mercilessly
As the only thing that could kill my hunger
I tasted their lips before walking into another set of credits
Ever pondering why I even bothered to perform
Endless ghosts whirled before me
As all past plot threads wrapped up nearly beneath me
Gazing into the bright Spring sun
My heart rang as hollow as ever
Twenty four and there's so much more
As an unwitting finale to permanent summer vacation dragged out
Beaten down by sun and arm in arm
We twin herobreakers drank the days away
Forever locked within my skull
My gray matter cried for what it lacked
And yet I let the waves crash down on me
To shield those who wouldn't return the favor from life
Thirteen months deep into stillness
I finally entered my field and ran
The summer sun never touched my skin
As I built and used a new TV studio
Culinary echoes bounded back at me
As the wizened elder who craved the chance
That stony faced and sleepy eyed children only took
Because they felt as though they must, rather than they could
Falsely accused with no recourse
I let my rage vanish into the aether
And lost myself within routine
As the heroic replacement I so desperately wanted to be
I took a student under my wing
And began to consider a new flight path
As this nest I came to know
Was battered by the fell wind I flew in on
And on that hill where my life was saved twice before
A dashing warlord gave me the missing piece I craved
The gentle tune of the ocarina called
And every morning, I patched what was lost
And thus the twin herobreakers merely became one
As I abandoned him to act as God
As nasty as any punch to the liver could be
When it became clear we could only bond over booze
And thus I waved goodbye to a decade of growth
Asleep at 10 with no fanfare
From every end comes a new beginning
So rest well knowing I'll remember you fondly.
I kiss your risks
Cheerfully without singled
One out in asterisk
As we romantically mingled
I play your ball
Joyfully on an away pitch
Yet, you never reject any of my calls
Or dramatically snub me for the rich.
I fly your flight
Emotionally without copilot
Despite the watcher's awful fright
Quietly watching to act like Pilate
Pure happiness rents my cheek
Whenever you come around
Bathing in your graceful creek
To energize the pale smiles joy abounds
The password I decode
Remains unexplored
Till morrow outmode
My ever gallant warlord
Truly, love changed me
Trying out the best logic
Tracking details about our wee
Most of which are on academic
My attitudes are dying
Of thy presence in loneliness
Your gratitude are spying
My fortitude in weariness
Master of my mind
Your absence gets it blind
As the queen of your heart
This poem pens you an everlasting art
The heir to Jotunheim
A prince orphaned to war,
He grew up a brother to Thor
In the divine halls of Asgard.
The God of Mischief, he is called
True to his cunning and charm
He keeps daggers up his arm
You never know what scheme he is on.
He was not fond of Odin
But he deeply loved his mother
He learned his wily tricks from her,
Frigga raised him as her son.
But, in spite of his malevolent plots,
He did things we should reward
Like when he helped in saving Asgard
And he died by the hands
of the Titanian warlord.
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Guns, erupt in city street?
Shake the ground we love?
Poison, corrupt what is sweet?
Hear us, God above...
Fan out, troops; if we hold back;
Soon our fabled state;
Will of course soon fade to black!
Furies, flame, and fate...
Justice, an apology?
Yes, and when we're done;
Serene, sage, stability!
Warmth of setting sun!
I've been feeling tired of late.
Irritable. Maun.
Dust and dynamite, thy plate.
Hobo, rest on lawn.
Terrible and mighty?
Well, it's best to be.
Fanciful? Faux. Flighty?
Flicker, fancy-free?
Pillars, in thy courtyard;
What holds up the sun?
Fame and Fortune, life a-hard.
Anoint, choice. Dun. One.
How do we recover?
O sap, run down the bark.
Warplanes, how you hover!
Nighttime, scared of dark?
Inspiration! Fill each pen!
Time to think again...
Penury, plight, dragon's den...
Let us ask the wren!
Forgive what is not so bad.
Avenge what ye must!
Paisley, how ye match with plaid!
Iron, how you rust...
Family is everything.
Cement deep thy ties.
Challenger, in every ring?
Fingers, reach? En prise...
Roundabout the garden wall;
Scuppernong in spring.
Egg-shaped warlord took a fall!
Cockerel, sight a-sing.
Stifled by circumstance dire?
Send it on the wire.
Cold outside? Then light a fire.
Call thy dam and sire!
Anyway. That's life, young sir.
Helicopters whir!
Clothing may just catch a burr!
Lions bequeath fur...
All of it is small? And large!
Continuities strange;
Will ye sink the fabled barge?
Practice on the range.
Wisdom! Suffer? So it goes.
Eat well, O my crows.
Prosaic? Best hold the nose!
Dine with friends, O foes.
Abbot of the temple grand;
Every morn we stand.
Young and old, take by the hand!
Tomorrow: unplanned.
So we cross this threshold of war as awful friends in freefall,
and with these trumpets and drums shaking the graves
of ancient days we bring forth instruments of death's call
through our very own homeland where the music of valor plays,
songs, poems and parades are already being written in the pulse of the people,
only the names of the victors and vanquished remain unknown,
yet both will be Roman, both will bleed, and both will reveal their soul's steel,
pallisades, seige towers and ballistas of big stones thrown
from town to town, from Arminium, Corfinium and to the Bay of Brundisium
the Italians of Rome have said to the Legions of Caesar save our home
seek no throne, carry not a crown, show the world that cruelty can be outdone
scourge the vile with the virtue of Clementia, make the Senate atone,
make not widows of Rome's daughters nor orphans of the innocent
bring a heartbeat of holiness back to these halls and hills where peace has been absent,
Bring a heartbeat of holiness back to these halls and hills where peace has been absent,
you've heard these honest entreaties and endearments
from mothers and elders, citizens, priests and from the militant,
we are not men who march on dreams,
we have not marched into Greece to starve and grovel
under the ritual yoke of this pseudo Republican army
headed by an overhyped hothead acting under an upper class spell,
I believe we were born to be on this battlefield's history,
we are inspired by unequalled Evocati leadership
veterans venomous in brute brilliance,
they have a myriad of mercenaries whose cause is only for coin on the hip
they outnumber us 6 to 1 on horse and 2 to 1 in the lines
most of Pompey's Legates have learned warfare from talk and books,
we've been taught the terror of triumph from where the heart looks...
J.A.B.
The blazing warlord in rage
Stares upon the face of the earth
The uneasy earth in haste
Emits glazy smokes trapped underground
To take some fresh air
Cool breeze blows gently by
Tired trees wave for joy
Rustling in praise and delight
The idle cloud is busy traversing the sky
Wrapping the whole earth in a moment
Into a horrible darkness
Gentle breeze changes over to rainstorm
The flood overwhelm the gutters
Flashing lightning and rumbling
The storm soon shed some strength
Handing over to a gentle misty breeze
The cloud is cleared
I see some paintings of God
In the sky of a scanty cloud
That shows afterwards