"Lotus Eater"
The love affair between fire and ice caused lava to engulf all the roses in the mountain.
Yet we need ice to extinguish the fire burning romance and fire melts the freezing hearts to loath.
Pretenders, chest thievery for self gain, cheetahs never satisfied with their God given swiftness and liars that is what chased Curbid away.
A loveless perimeter got them all burning up with love sickness, the love lorn radius rigged the thermometer.....
blind minions do not hear
deaf disciples cannot see
callous subzero frozen feelings
breed gibberish jarring jubilee
this bloody blind-eyed messiah
rode to town astride an ass
belching barking oratory
for an aimless lower class
a starry-eyed astrologer
alchemist extraordinaire
summoned shrouded quatrains
revealing he baffles with a flare
loitering lotus-eater
puppeteer par excellence
self-indulgent Machiavellian
pitched fabricated arrogance
adroit and ambidextrous
he summons the mercurial mass
conjuring decrees and fairytales
dictating his rules pass
lose not a bloodied hammered head
resign yourself to a running retreat
le guillotine administers
swift sweet and replete
no man speaks of that not heard
or sees that left not read
bony fingers point with indigestion
reflecting in fractured mirrors
Posted April 18, 2020
I sat on a concrete slab,
when I got up,
my **** felt a little bad,
I sat now on a wooden bench,
my back complained a little less,
now I went to a garden,
and saw the green verdant,
I again thumped down and sat,
appreciation cam audibly,
from my back,
that you have done justice,
and sat me in a real good sack,
now I sat on a cushion,
realy cushy and soft,
now I was delighted with **** happiest,
it blessed me for my generosity,
and urged me that it is like this,
that I aught to have sat,
for all times to come,
in present,future and past,
But my **** was being a lotus eater,
for nothing,
it was meant to be sat on all,
be it concrete,wooden,grassy or cushion flat,
how it can choose and ask,
are we not about the same,
that we always seek cushions,
and avoid the concrete slabs,
if we were tough enough,
it is not concrete or wood,
which would have left imprint on our ****,
but it our **** which would have dented them fast.
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