Just because someone isn’t wearing a bandage or shows no outward sign of illness doesn’t mean that they are not.
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Sam lived two doors down and kept to himself, some thought him strange,
I found out he'd been in the marines and was suffering from PTSD, he always acknowledged me with a nod and a faint smile but Sam rarely spoke a word.
I felt sorry for him as he lived all alone with no one to share his problems with.
On one dark December night before Christmas I was walking home from work,
I was fifty yards from home when three thugs appeared and surrounded me,
"Your money and phone" one said, I froze on the spot and reluctantly put my hand in my pocket, then out of nowhere Sam appeared, baseball bat in hand, he swung at one of the thugs who went down with blood pouring from his nose, one of them then lunged at Sam and stabbed him repeatedly, Sam collapsed and the cowards ran off, I quickly dialled 911, “I’ve called for help" I told Sam, he looked at me smiling and said ,"Peace at last" then his eyes closed and he was gone.
Apollyon, demon destined for obliteration
Prince and god of the metropolis of destruction
Order, sin and death: These are the chains of his dark hole
Looking, you see the hill of Chokmah above sheol
Livid, Apollyon wrapped his fish scales around your soul
Yaldabaoth trembled, as you lunged your sword up high
Opening his dragon wings, he fled to hell's ash sky
Now you continue, as the pilgrim just passing by
Poem inspired John Bunyan's The Pilgrim's Progress, specifically Christian's battle with Apollyon in the Valley of Humiliation.
I fought with Jack,
He hit me back,
We both went home crying,
Mom asked me why,
I did not lie,
Jack started denying;
He broke my toy,
Total destroy,
And my car went flying,
He was uncouth,
I punched his mouth,
It was satisfying;
Jack said my punch
Was why he lunged,
'twas so horrifying,
I cried some more,
Mom did ignore,
"Let's find out who's lying";
My sis she called,
Who saw it all,
(That was terrifying)
"Jim broke his car,
With Jack did spar,"
On us, she was spying!
There was no doubt,
I got time out,
It was mortifying,
Jack was let go,
Just so you know,
We're still friends undying;
Three sides, you see
To each story,
There's some falsifying,
Dig deep to find
The truth unfeigned,
It's called verifying.
Scottish dog sits on his Celtic mama’s lap
Barking, growling, and lunging at every sap
Who dares to try to court his mama, Miss LaBlap.
You’ll never get married, says her Grandpa Rap.
That may be says his granddaughter, who likes to clap.
But I need my doggie, he keeps suiters from annoying me during my nap.
You are the only woman I know who likes being single said Grandma Rap.
Scottish dog began growling at her too, and lunged at her lap.
He fell, yet held to denial
She'd gone several seasons to send him to hell
Cold iron rod was insufficient to smash him
She saw and stretched for the sledge
His face of caramel caved, dwindled he like a drunk
Rage of storm flung him fast amidst junk.
Astronomical lift cushioned her
Keen students returned respect, while she waged war
For the culprit, that aged false balm intent to win -
One would glean, Neil deGrasse Tyson discerned her dreams
He knew folk art, martial art, art of other sort
His gift lingered long like caution to one
For he stood as master of space she graced
She who observed in awe his wit, felt aroused.
Then and there, she feared no more the devil's lure
Weapons herculean lay wait
She pounced and pound, his faint voice drowned.
She lunged, sledgehammered away his head
Specialists would haul and burn remains,
joy and pain, touch of rain, prelude to spring renewal.
*
On the precipice of womanhood, not knowing what my future love life could be, I gazed back into the brown eyes of Guy, a handsome boy from French Quebec. Utterly enthralled, I had never experienced such adoration before. He touched his eyelashes to mine. I felt his breath against my cheek as he playfully kissed me behind my earlobes and down my neck. His fingers never lunged toward my chest as had others who had tried this before. He focused on my face as his hands found their way down my spine, then caressed my waist. When his lips met mine, there was no rush to tongue. We were in synch with smooth, beautiful kisses. When finally he blessed me with his “French” kiss, I was his blissful slave, wishing for our two hours parked in front of my house to never have to come to its swift inevitable end.
*Note to the Reader: Guy WAS the name of this "guy" but in his language, it's pronounced GEE (hard G).
Want a hug? Accomodating anad willing anaconda asked me.
No thanks, I said, running toward an oak tree.
Emerald boa then lunged to try and get me.
RUN! I yelled to my slower cousin, Little Lee.
Cradle my heart in the wings of angels
As a youth I felt I could soar so high
That maybe if I truly worked hard
I could find a way to dance with the stars
And make music with Mars
But at 32 my wings haven't sprouted
And I remain rooted to the ground
Looking at the sky wistfully
Dreaming of sleeping on clouds
With nary a concern in my heart
Oh if only genuine belief was enough
If I closed my eyes counting sheep
I can feel wings sprout from my shoulders
Ripping through my shirt
Wings like beautiful ivory
And in the sea of dreams
I lunged into the air
Beating my wings desperately
I finally took to the sky
Catching currents
And learning how to fly
And when I wake up in the middle of the night
With moonlight kissing my skin
For the first time I smile
she filled her lungs with air and insanity,
her heart grappling for mercy against her chest,
growing weary from a dissociating tyrant,
her mind running laps to every nerve synapse,
fleeing from the feral monster inside her.
breathing easy was like an exhaustible task,
frail and meager, her body laid upon a bed,
her bones like steel prying into her flesh,
every living cell fixated on terror that ruined
her vitality and heralded imminent suffering.
on the monitor was a haphazard lifeline;
how does she return to life before this calamity?
how can she hush her heartbeats to a lullaby?
who can embrace her vulnerable heart with love?
who else can save her except for herself?
she solemnly sworn upon her life,
pleading for a day of being free from pain,
from sufferings that felt boundless and
like an overhanging demon that never leaves.
every moment she gave up, it became stronger.
until it weighed painstakingly with every breath,
she had an epiphany; a stroke of luck just in time.
manifesting a spear, she lunged it into her heart.
the demise of the dark entity that brooded within,
was the moment she saw the light, a new life.
I was driving to work on Monday morn
when behind me I heard a honking horn
A guy's middle finger taunted with scorn,
and that's the moment my road rage was born.
Normally, I'd smile and give him a wave
like I hadn't seen the finger he gave,
but this dude continued to misbehave
and almost rammed me. It was a close shave!
Traffic was slow. There must've been a wreck.
We were barely moving along this trek,
as his face turned red, then so did his neck,
but I didn't cause it, so what the heck?
Then every lane came to a complete stop.
He screamed at me on the highway black top.
I opened my door to jab him a pop...
a Mr. Miyagi karate chop!
He lunged at me, with breath smelling of brew
so, I sidestepped boozy punches he threw.
Can't fight a drunk although I came close to
when he gestured again, yelling, "Screw you!!!"
You came to me. So gentle and kind. Soft fur and wounded eyes. You showed me your scars, and I showed you mine. It brought us closer, for I understood the black sheep. I tried to lead you out of the dark. Show you how to live in the light. I lead you out, though it took some time. Your fur was changing, from black, to grey, to white. Only your face remained dark. Maybe to signify that you would always carry with you where you came from. And everything you overcame. I accepted you how you were, to me it was beautiful. Until one night, I had a nightmare. I dreamt that the black fur on your face wasn't fur at all, but a mask. Under that mask were red eyes, dark as blood. Long sharp teeth that snarled at me when I got close. And long pointed ears that laid flat against your head. You lunged at me, tearing at my flesh. I tried to wake myself up from this nightmare, only to realize that I was already awake. But by the time I realized it, it was too late. You had already torn me to shreds.
She was a delicate cat, a darling little miss.
Her soft tan color gave her a look of daintiness.
I climbed up on a ladder and tried to coax her down.
She blinked her eyes at me, backed up with a frown.
Come on, sweetie, I said. You are such a darling honey.
I told my husband I could get her; we had bet some real money.
She got higher now, and it made me irritated.
She was at least six feet further, I felt exasperated.
Come on, honey, I said with my sweetest smile.
She backed up further, more than a yard, maybe a mile.
My husband came out and yelled “How are you doing up there?”
I said “You scared her, and now the bet is not fair!”
He laughed at this, for he knew I might welch on the bet.
Come on, baby, I said to the cat whose eyes got quite wet.
She lunged at me with a paw trying hard to scratch me.
So I removed the ladder and left her up in that tree.
But this man like no man no devil
No magician could perform like He performed
Applauded loved hated doubted crowded
A woman unknown undesirable friendless bleeding
Walking in circles with the sting and the strain
She was in a trap between life and death
heaven and hell and yet she heard
This man called the Son of Man a doctor of sorts
A doctor with no appointment necessary
Who heals asking for nothing but faith
But she was a woman in a man’s world
Nothing left to offer her pockets were emptied
By so many healers feeding their coffers
Nothing left she could only offer faith
Her agony grew she knew if only she could
Arriving walking with a crushing crowd
Nothing left to give she wanted to live
She jostled crept shoved pushed in weakness
In the chaos in the turbulence with so many crowding Him
She lunged touching the edge of His cloak
And what money couldn’t do He did in a heartbeat
Jostled and pushed the Son of Man could feel her faith
Even in the chaos
Frank Black Blacharczyk
Luke 8:42-48
Kenosha burned last night,
The flames engulfed the streets.
The peaceful protestors rioted.
Shops and stores set alight,
The flames lunged forward.
The peaceful protestors looted.
Homes and houses lit so bright,
The flames rolled toward them.
The peaceful protestors rampant.
The Gov denounced police
And bound the NG with ROE.
The peaceful protestors released.
Mother Goose met Dr. Zeuss
They circled each other for a while
Mrs. Goose lunged for his caboose
He tickled her wit, then smiled
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