Due to his limited
ability to make
Decisions
He lacked respect
Due to people's
Unwilling ability
To understand.
He also understood
There position
Because of genre
Issues he lack
The funding abilities
afforded to
Decision makers
Sum wished his
Minatory gains to be
There's.
She’s a flower of burned dirt
with pale and bony legs
- her emaciated thighs
etched with scars.
She’s been cutting to the music
of an inner, minatory choir
- a song of spite-filled sorrow
and perpetual farewell.
Christmas in the shadows
the hopeless hollow-days
in the kind of barren places
where our savior made his way.
The angels mark your passing
and they understand your pain
- when the roll is called in heaven
seraphim will speak her name.
minatory
are these thoughts
as they emerge
from the confines
of my riddled mind
memories affront me
in the wake of past
where you reside
buried not where you lie
beneath the sable stone
you still traipse
within night's shadows
taunting me
until i break
before the dawn
yet i rise the same
only the scars of time
remain intact
Much I marvelled the infecting threat;
And its eyes have all the prospecting;
While I pondered, minatory and heavyset;
The hazards came respecting;
I crave the bombastic, beastly belligerent;
And the potential never digging;
And the potentiates never adhering;
The harmonious ultimatum upholding indigents;
The prospects came clearing;
It was veering;
In there stepped adversary geochemistry;
The palate potentiality preserving;
What could there be more purely undeserving;
The means brought such sorrow;
The prospects came clearing;
It was veering;
The world is so grimacing.
~
Menacing.......
6/7/19
From Anthology “ Intermittent Praises”
I cannot walk on your eggs
I better lie on oyster bed
I am not impotent, you know, but afraid of coition
Because your eggs are fragile-terrible
Shattering like a pouncing wolf.
It is a strange job -making love with you
But it is elemental -both love and fear
Dominated by the passage of time
Both have to be silent with time
Both have to be sheathed by my poor mother's ghost.
I am not impotent, you know, I have affairs with **** snails
On the street where strange voices raise questions
Minatory shadows surround my ashen face
And look straight through my window
It is an affirmation that mom has not come tonight.
Sands are receding baring turtle eggs
Sea slugs frig around
Hungry foetuses are waiting
Clouds are gathering absurd eyes to lift me up as a song
Deadly legs drive through the hills.
Nights still stretches ahead of me
Like giant captive crabs.
I am stepping onto a savage world.
In a trance I kiss you, I am not impotent, you know
I have to collect my early morning pearls
Before the final war begins.
When i share my hopes and ambitions,she gives me a derisory laugh.
Her dereliction,as my better half,of supporting my strides,worry's me.
Not fulfilling her desiderata of comfort,sinks my ego below the sand,drags my dreams against the sylvan of this island of dissatisfaction.
Money vindicates time from the poor.
That's a minatory statement from a deranged lover.
I'm not a derring-do in an animated dote story,am as real as the sole of a terrapin.
I descry your desiccated heart.
No more fear,no sympathy,zero tolerance.
Vicissitude of covalent romance is at threshold.
Your bolder than ever,saying wise things of truth that shake me.
I act tenaciously to keep us together,then you utter another tentative sentence.
I pause and remember,Responsibility is de rigueur in a family union.
By M.O.O aka Carswell evoL
WAY TOO FAR
A world of death un-minatory
Having non-a-soul harboring peasantry
Every material not on grounds being monetary
See wars’ presence at a vote minority
leaving every being in perfect harmony
If intellectuality’s true course is an awared society
Love being so truthfully lovely
So secured is every party
And moments together is divine worthy
With first kisses always at heart
So old memories to forget then hard
While coitus strives no man mad
Hence only rendering love precious the time they had
But not a clue true to day life
cos all said is to the world a lie
Ako N. Henshaw
Impalpable iniquity
Chaos,mind and soul
Blind in darkness
Internal fear
No will,no control
I cannot feel
The pain is dead
Moribundant
No life is left
Minatory shadow
Lingering within
Oppressed all emotion
A living zombie
I have become
the undead
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