Him possible trance transcending
Watering our possible moving
Her possible walk longing
Wavering our dove, steps crawling
Dust mixt feeling,
For the orphan sick
Core mystery mere tormenting
Polishing our poetry, tourmaline
Close mystery tears palavering
Featuring our millions, dreaming
Task rude kick tambouring,
For the organ seeks playing
Him passive sweet sweating,
Rolling our mountain sliding
Her possible pain shaving
Waxing our low bread, preaching
Crowd foul, mild clapping,
For the prophet still sobbing
Categories:
mixt, blessing, crush, dedication, eulogy,
Form: Rhyme
MORPHEUS P3 – THE CREED
We are the Galactians of Orion.
Constellated on the equator east of Taurus,
we are one world diverse.
Our people are multifarious.
We are unions unified.
Our missions is to remain distinguishable
from all others.
Strength of our brothers is strength to all.
Solidarity is domain, which includes woman and child.
Diversification must form.
Mixt we are colors all around.
Amalgamation is a twilight zone.
We are the Galactians.
Once discovered, we embrace.
Conformity is our aspect.
We informed with a straight face.
Life is not lost here
.
Our horde will segment.
Our ways must be sought.
To those that come, whether by choice or coincidental, we inform.
Our creed is our belief that anyone can be a Galactian.
Within a dream, we may live.
Within in a world, we are.
If you are the choice or the coincident, we are your protector from enmity.
We are the Galactians.
We warriors and We are man!
Categories:
mixt, character, courage, culture, image,
Form: Epic
was he mad
to suggest that
he was mad
or was his madness
a madness of words
how he used his words
or how they felt
he used his words
or how his words flowed
from his mixt worlds
Categories:
mixt, parody,
Form: I do not know?
& the echoes
come
ah! coming
like a trudge of nature’s drums
of light horns & urgent trumpeters
setting my home
aflame with songs!
songs!
to remind the lords
of their ancient drum-beats -
songs!
to remind the maidens
of the moon-light dance!
of new drum-beats
songs!
of ever-coming millennia clan-kings -
& she
seeing
saw it all
the temple up the crest
of a thousand mounts –
& she
hearing
heard a full trump
a full blast of mixt songs
with drum-beats from village huts
near her niger’s banks
near her neophyte’s nest -
in came
her song-throated maidens
like my mbari dancers
near nri clan
in came
her retinue
her century-old pages
drumming
dancing
with the hosts
of the ever-coming millennia clan-kings
Categories:
mixt, fantasy, mystery,
Form: I do not know?
this hell
they say – ‘tis real
yea! in the best of its crude
real-ity!
when all the moons
in all the nights
past me like an hermit
… the nights were un-starry
& days mourn’d at best
whilst death-wishing eloquence
danced the dizzy hours
& their loathesome moons
a countryside lied
in a gravely cave
& forlorn mounts & hills
mixt with their dead
almost my … self!
Categories:
mixt, recovery from...,
Form: Elegy
On her arrival she sat still
Humming her luring songs
And native birds by her side
Hummed and sang these songs –
Then sang her a sententious anthem
And became the antic of the horizon!
She rang on her torn drums
Of mixt and sharp tarlons
So still and so resonant
It was a simultaneous tune;
Other birds saw her hauling
At an old lark of provenance:
Who began her dirge
With a sad progeny of the south –
Then each bird fluttered
Away from a vulture’s side.
O! she still sits still
On the orange of the cape –
Would she remain a beast?
Would she retain her gray colour?
Categories:
mixt, satire
Form: I do not know?
Eye Have Seen
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Subject: Eye Have Seen Today at 17:37
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Eye Have Seen
Eye Have Seen
Eye have seen a woman showing paint upon a stick to a painter blending color
after color in effort to get house the color that she picks. Eye have seen the color
indicator and the painter almost faint as she tells him it must be this shade of
pink. Eye have seen the painter tell her oh my lady they do not mix the paint in
colors made this way. Eye have seen a woman fainting when the house was
painted white no color added to the mixt. Eye have seen the painter leaving then
in the direction of the paint store with the multicolored paint stick well in hand to
get the closest he can get to the color of the picked pink shade of paint. Eye have
seen a lavender porch. Eye have seen a purple overhanging couch. Eye have
seen a whole pink house. Ladies get what ladies pick.
Eye Have Seen
Categories:
mixt, nostalgia, on work and
Form: Free verse
How I recall my thralldom as a man!
Base troths with idols, rituals of lust,
Hellish haven, hot blood; too late thou learn'st
Drowning desire and pleasure-profaned ban.
But sin may lead where virtue never can:
I - burning, thirsting, bleeding, dying - thirst
For love. Abandoned I, by mandrake curs't,
My lech'rous limbs cry out t'embrace a lamb.
Dear God! My bed a beam becomes. Blessed
Light, in which tearful floods and baser blood
Are rudely mixt, melded, hammered into good,
Grant unto me eternal love and rest!
Our natures thus cros't, I, like bedded bride,
Delight to sleep here, ever at Thy side.
Categories:
mixt, allegory, faith, love,
Form: Sonnet