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Zirconium
Titanium-Rutile
Titanium-llmenite
Scalley wags and tarbuks
Teague League swantsium
12-12-2020
Chaotic Moon
Tides of Eden
Waves to disppare
Transparency and
Each mode of
Communicative
Measures
Dialogue speaks
To the need of
Persons.
Poverty creates
empathy for some.
To others it allows
restrictions to create
other conditions.
A strategy to humble
Masses and restrict
and give right to those
Who wish to be rebellious.
Who's mercies speaks of God.
That man's trust is spoken
In as situation.
Work available to encourage
Folk to work.
Might we labor and chore
So we might than enjoy the
Intimacies with those who
are legally able to marry.
Right and rightousness.
Right on, Right on!
From the book Delmond Porter
"A woman to Love" by Seashore
Seashack. The Swapping Kissemedia Group.
His lustful need of music.
Two beers
1 cup of spiced rum
2 cups of ginger ale
1/2 cup of lemon juice
1)4 cup of cherry juice from canned cherries
1 cup of pineapple juice
Ocean (Circe)
Clearly an abyss,
you paint your lips blue,
adorn yourself in light's zirconium-hue-
masquerading as some golden gem, laden Queen.
Lying in your bed in waiting,
offering the possibility of adventure,
of hidden world's of retreat.
Your magic mesmerizes and flaunts.
Teases with possibilities imagery.
Endless font.
Stories to sell.
Corrupting your fools, licking your taunts upon their feet.
Mermaids minions in seductions reflection so
demure.
Reflecting the sky with their tails.
You are a sourceress,
a prostitute and a street, storefront sign purely forged in a spell.
A true window to your soul and it's keep, that rolls like a dungeon on the back of a Great turtle.
That of a corrupting changeling,
unpurely-changing with every phase shift of swell.
Your great alchemy is fusing illusion with serenity's false sleep.
With your ambitions that run silent, and run deep amongst that subsiding pillow.
Your platform for your maelstrom of sinking- through Azurine- dreams.
Your quicksilver beads above the morpheant sands that flows so easily,
like the lies that lie beyond men's reach.
confussion and frustration
made the task a chore
it favored longety which
at first evaluation
of the work had been ignored
in referance to the group
we were straong and committed
but in labor
we were divided
and uncommitted.
I felt cheap and used
like a man who wished
more attention from his
lover.
I must sort the collected
bunch
to then label and
make inventory
according to fiber strenght
and stone value
monodisperse silca
and kenaf ramie
Corundum Degelman i
curses these stones
a plie high to the ceiling.
Gneiss Schulte I curse
these men that labor
me in such reeling
Titanium Zirconium
that I must crush the valueless stones
and sort those of vsalue
must i chore
that they are evasive and lazy
that I must labor alone
Aspirations are a self revealing Impress,
peeping in gem facet placeholder-
of ruby glimpses
of
Fairy tale covers,
covertly-airbrushed by the atmosphere,
over genuine zirconium expectations.
In inner light magistrate cache cow-
in the crystal stereo
of the now and here,
flashes impetus clear like a streaker revealing
to illustrate, the daring, self inspiration of its baud rate
of liberation-ad-here.
Geniing the busy body of it's own needful premise
of seedful impetuous implication, promised on premises.
A banner at happy hour suggesting intoxicating ingestion.
Drunk with in-advertising
getting premonition of-promotion, imbibing
the "jasmine in your mind."
Relation-ships moon causes the roiling sea
to gem carats of her sparkling sirens.
Alluring rocks to dash you to pieces
in drawn compliance..
Unsown light can give you the creatures of her disease,
calling bluff to serve her touring manifestations.
With marked cards to lay down in flush that had lay dormant but surfaced up from the sleeve
and from the seep of pasts saved ante ups.
They are a whiskey shot at a saloon.
Liquid courage that causes you to bark at the moon.
Tide a naked ride tied to the back of a train,
of bad ideas, after tion, ction and igeon
blows your cover, like sudden electrical storm
over the rainbow over landover and hot air,-
balloons like a mushroom
clouded idead ideal that transports you into the stratosphere of her thundering strutopeels.
Her bubble puts you in her hair brained funny papers, periodically.
To keep you sober, from occupying
a van down by the river. (Which sounds good to me) incidentally, but that's neither here nor there,
immaterial, witness,
these thought bubbles-seductively
siring, serial 'vamped vapor round firing
like a ghost mistress who puts you in a stupor
on the grounds of desiring, her consecrated things.
12/4/2023
Hypnotic snow peaks, transformed into shades of zirconium.
sparkling green.
Thou art truly, an existential,Yuletide,eternally kissable,love machine!
You made the gods of Eros, come alive within these throbbing
poetic veins, boil and joyfully return.
You awakened your sleeping princess-poet’s crimson,sensuality,
truly …..with your sensual,incense burn.
Reborn. I am, with affection of your sparkling snowflakes of again
earthshaking masculinity.
This glorious Christmas of joy, to rejoice,in my own femininity!