Feel them in my tendons
Hear them in the quiet
See them in the wind
Smell their fragrance
A constant in my life
Like a steel manacle
Arrested and limited
I must pay the price
Sins from lives past
Karmic justice served
Grow I must or else
Be trapped hereafter
So I speak the truth
I am compassionate
Eschewing victimhood
Pleasing higher beings
Point Revelation; and spirit's!
A place; high and airy.
Blown here those feelings of release
Refreshed in never cease.
Manacle by thought-manacle
Drops off; as falls away
For consciousness of, more and more
Life's house of detention.
Into that haze, infinity's.
As lost to, at peace - gone!
You are the Angel of curiousity and poison,
in my little shop of errors.
You are my penance, a dungeon as I sentence myself in pre-judiced derision stoked,
with desire's frosted manacle,
plunging in like a fool
who told the King an off colored joke.
A daring maniacal look,
that lingered too long like a challenge
waiting to be received-
in a thieves den to be took. Illy-perceived.
I threw caution to a Jezebel wind,
now, what will become of me?
Shouldn’t you manacle villains?
For a villain should be in chains
You might be laboring in vain
With one often using his brain
And dreaming to derail a train
Or cause to fall untimely rain…
Needn’t you deal with that villain?
A mere glance at his eyes real pain!
Your losses transform into gain,
Waiting for your glory to wane…
He who laughs with villain insane:
Deep in his heart you are not sane
Anyone can be a villain
In the Bible was a Marked Cain
In the United States, a Shane
The villain would never be plain
He can have his own mother lain
And his maternal uncle slain!
We often our poor necks crane
For the Villains that's his cursed bane.
Satanical communities,
too common nowadays.
Can God structure societies,
regardless how we pray?
Wandering man gets lost,
disengaged for what cost;
a spreading deadly frost!
Why manacle?
Satanical!
Thursday, October 21, 2021
(Quietus)
Man child. Mean manacle meaningless.
Painfully pondering potent powerlessness.
What and where and why the worst.
Found fear of failing. This the first.
Faced foe fist for fist.
Gaining gentlemen game gist.
Soon shattered, smoked so surely.
Error eternal, earning effects early.
Different daily dues dutifully dealt.
Alone, angered. Agony and anguish felt.
Many memories meaningfully marred.
Solemn son. Soulfully scarred.
Hiding hurt hinders healing.
Frightened, fearful fettered feeling.
Knowing now not known then.
Damage done. Never again.
Life's lessons learned of late.
Heaving heart hemming hate.
-Angel Fatale-
Talk the Talk and Walk the Walk
Know Your Onions
Hey there Big Cheese
I think you are the bee’s knees
Not a bluenose or a flat tire,
But, ooh hardboiled & too Oliver Twist to resist
Let us skip the youths' rub & head far removed from the petting pantry
Share a jorum of skee at the local speakeasy
Now we are on the trolley!
Let us slowly ankle to the joint
I’m a copasetic-bearcat
Watch my gams, catch my point?
Oh hepcat I’ll get your handcuff or
This darb Sheba’s bank is closed for someone else
Butt me, you spiffy sheik
Cuz I’m stuck on you bimbo
Unleash
Know your onions & manacle this
Choice bit of calico,
You know you can’t resist
Then and then only will you wield me to your struggle buggy and
We’ll be jake!
The cat's pajamas!!
Berries!
Sunshine Williams
1920’s Slang
Gag my mouth to thwart my speech and seal my protests
But the language of my eyes will be heard in the hallowed highs,
I speak not to be heard by those that have no ears to hear
But to confirm that my words have reached the skies.
Tie my feet and hinder my motion
And I still will globe-trot the untrodden earth,
For I walk not on the legs you see,
And I will walk on every road and sail to every firth.
You cannot manacle my hands
Although you may handcuff them with a chain,
The arms I have are invisible to you
And the ones you see you bind in vain.
And you never can kill me
For my life is in the air you ignore;
My body died long before I was born,
Before the rains of brutality began to pour.
I will speak against your contrary wish
And I’ll walk although my legs you may tie;
My hands will wield miracles wherever they’re waved,
For my soul has sworn never to die.
manacle she felt
incarcerated by things
beyond her control
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I came to the cross to heed Christ’s clarion call,
Rolling in dust and ashes to say I’m sincerely sorry
for all the dirty deeds that led to my sudden stall.
I was once lost, far away from His grace and glory;
Sleeping, sitting and strolling in stains and stress
until he came my way and wrote off my sorry story.
He was sent to save me from my manacle and mess;
cursed, crushed and crucified on a cruel cross,
yet he despised the stains, pains and the dirty dress.
He carried the whole world’s luggage of lies and loss,
wallowing in want of water, and in weariness and woe;
Oh, how he was detained… amidst dirt, dust and dross,
yet he saved me from the forceful, fearless foe
He thread on sin and death with his terrific toe
Captured and chained
A cellar, my home
Neck manacle
Hands free to roam
As she sits astride
Taking me in
Deepening feeling
Flesh to skin
In throws of thrust
She gorges my love
In this darkened room
Freedom above
Her spasmodic scream
Orgasmic outs
Her breasts excited
In pert like pout
My standing feeling
Signals release
Internal fountain
Love hungry feast
Our bodies mellow
As we wilt, unite
Passion conquers
The thrill
Tonight
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But nevermore my harsh friend, for I hear Kipling poignantly
Clearer now, when he beseeched “If neither foes nor loving friends
can hurt you.” I am holding nothing against you. But allow me a wry
smile as I imagine you sneering, or with morbid bacchanalian
fashion smiling with me, as I proclaim it is a 21st century movie
which sundered the lock in this, my bes-Poe-k (bespoke) manacle.
NEVERWAS my tormented brother, for once more I could meld dreams
with all that it seems. Once more there be castles and stalwart kings.
Once more there be beauty and strength in ideals held as faith and truth.
Once more there be no such thing as out of sanity, when I can hold
Aloft again a head full of flighty things. When I can believe again that
All that we see or seem is not a dream within a dream.
When this genius of a character proclaimed: “Once again, I live as I dream…”
Blue velvet caged
Behind rusty bars.
Soul within chars.
Fervent flames raged.
Mighty door creaked
Black-veiled phantoms
Chanting the anthems
Thus the dusts freaked.
All the phantoms read
The holy pages.
The pious sages
For repentance plead.
Life’s last drops
Time’s burning tears.
Soaked deep in fears,
Crushed by crops,
The soul crumples.
Satan’s oracle
Tempting manacle
On heart tramples.
Towers of flesh
Drag my weary bones
As the axe-man hones
His blade afresh
Heard the Devil's voice:
"Crimson Cross!"
My dice to toss
Fate's generous choice!
"Kneel by the altar
Take my rosary,
Or God's pillory.
You have to falter?"
Succumbing feet tread
On scaffold's heart
As the moments part
What's there that they dread?
Nails of Divine love
Prick my palms
Grope for balms
Wails a benign dove
Mocking herd of sheep
Ignorant vultures
The gaze tortures
The wound doth weep.
The Fallen Prince
Roars with laughter:
"The hereafter!?!
Who else to convince?"
"O thou Holy, hark
The Forsaken Son
Has thy Father won?"
All the rest is dark…?
To the desert shackle, sweaty all day
Manacle it is for the appalling thirst
Searching for water all day
A pinnacle of complexity and the dust
Approaching no where to keep the sand away
Every other place looks like watery
When reached there it is nothing but sand
In fact it is all treachery of the sunshine
So hectic and helpless
To be in a hapless situation like this
Then I yelled help me!
Out of the blue, the lovely time emerged
When everything changed so swiftly
It was all greenery to be seen
And the waterfalls, the delightful scene
That has flourished for me
And the all-beautiful things around me
That has surrounded me to feel joyful
I reckon where I was suffering as it was
So hard to quench the thirst
And now it is amazing
What a transformation
That was unexpected
So to me an ecstatic feeling
I want to be always in the same place
As I’m now for which I thank Almighty.
I have a still snivelling mirror
From the silk-cotton tree
But can that take the stabbing cowries
From my heavy,swollen foot?
I am in the dark the naked she-goat
Panting over flying stones.
I must eat washings of my half-thread
Sudden cut by Atropos;
I must return to almost forsaken ploughs
A balding soot by my wake
Amidst flying tongues of dagger and malice;
Poor manacle must watch armour-less
As malignant rats dart in mottled errands,
Breaking the last walls-the fields,and then
I must rove naked in the inky sky
And then sit under the cypress,
Chewing my fingers-ever.
How sudden the icy embrace
O that I had caught with you the ambulance crest.
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