Let bygones swim to the sea
Of nauseate of forgetfulness
Remember no more scars to see
That makes life go through loneliness.
The world open up its petal
To people who love romance
Dear Cupid arrows fierce fatal
Failed love to rectify perchance.
The wind call people to dance
Change path to wayward destruction
Strong willingness a must chance
A good topic for life's discussion.
Be flexible with your decision
On matters between life and death
Wisdom of old gives good persuasion
Resulting trial to the brink of fate.
“Your body is yours;
it is not for someone to abuse and leave you in fear.”
Quote by poet
A look of confusion and helplessness
Frenetic worry filled with fearfulness.
Terrifying mute screams echo impart,
Tears unbidden, wraith being ripped apart.
Disconcerting, hoarsely pleading to stop,
But unrestrained fleshly lust, pleas unstop.
In the dark; once again, cold patches drew
Fear of emotion penetrated through.
Clench fist and crippling affliction raged airs
Nauseate image brought vivid nightmare.
Pulse races, palms sweat
Anxiety levels rise
Mind mixed, thoughts fixed
May be in disguise.
Stomach churns
Nauseate
Can’t wait anymore
need to know
Need to see
Behind that door
Mistakes made,
but not me.
While charging
this bigotry
I fail to fall
into what
should be absence
of argument.
Into an abyss, a
Dark Traveler
I easily
Become if
I remain
Unconscious.
Our differences
Nauseate me
so I prick
my finger in
order to
Dream.
Pleased now that
our Prince Charming
is one in the same.
With love and
libido generously
mixed with androgyny.
So we can see
Eye to eye.
I can still feel the weight of the heat colliding with my face as I first stepped off the plane,
And how beads of sweat would tickle my neck the same as when it rained,
How the harsh odor of the atmosphere would nauseate my nose,
And the courage of a people despite our impose,
I hear the splashing of the Tigris as I kneel to rinse my hands,
And how it felt to think that nothing’s promised, even on promised lands,
From wailing sirens and the buzz of the Phalanx at night,
To the popping of shots and the whooshing of helos in flight,
From the honking of horns and roads without lanes,
To swishing through traffic and the jingling of chains,
I hear the whispers of prayer being broadcast through the air,
And the murmurs of locals and their unwelcomed stares,
To the thuds of percussions from bombs in my chest,
Detonated afar but still rattled my vest,
But of all that I remember, I’m fully aware,
That I've left a piece of me there.
Drifting alive, waves of human tide,
money and power slaves nine to five
project deadlines nauseate in stress
endless chase, mortgages magnified.
Vacillating minds, weary woes abide
big cars whiff smoke on sullen faces.
insidious pressure, to be a 'someone'
mad huff and puff, passion slowly died.
Fake hierarchy walls , anonymous pride
unreachable goals, on invisible horizon
Don't know who am I ,Where am I going?
hare has turned a horse , the tortoise cried
A mimic in frenetic , never satisfied,
It's a Rat's Race , a finish line of cower
Pied Piper in bend,..the chariot guide.
9th March 2020
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Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide.
Political Promosquity Horn Haiku
Things that nauseate
Are Trump thinking he is great
How ill is his fate.
What next will be his purpose
Became a three ring circus
On a losing quest.
Trump is having fun
At own game must be outdone
Warren is the one.
President should be
Someone loved by you and me
Who is Hillary.
Especially now that Benghazi
is off of her back officially.
Whole committee did agree.
Shame was not bipartisan.
A bunch of Republican men
Trying to do Hillary in.
Jim Horn
Evidently an avid avid
Mistakes made,
but not me.
While charging
this bigotry
I fail to fall
into what
should be absence
of argument.
Into an abyss, a
Dark Traveler
I easily
Become if
I remain
Unconscious.
Our differences
Nauseate me
so I prick
my finger in
order to
Dream.
Pleased now that
our Prince Charming
is one in the same.
With love and
libido generously
mixed with androgyny.
So we can see
Eye to eye.
I swallow my secrets,
sharp little shards of the bizarre
that would gossip of my weaknesses
if allowed to converse
with the light.
One by one,
they scratch along
a cervical bridge
between my heart and mind
before being accumulated
in a churning pit
of reason and conscience
that constantly folds self into self
and manipulates the flavors
of my life.
I never intended to invite you
into my sacred archipelagos,
I meant to sample the sweetness
of your flattery,
the ambrosia of the forbidden
and metabolize your motives later
but you defy my volcano
and oxidize in my stomach
an embryonic gallstone
feeding on the amniotic bile
that disintegrates
my most caustic emotions.
You could extinguish my hunger;
the lightless, empty craving
for content-edness
and alleviate the peptic erosion
of my islands
by accepting their idiosyncrasies.
But I fear you will overfill me,
nauseate me with your revolutionary rites
and that I will regurgitate
the occult within.
Yet, I can't suppress the craving
for more crumbs of your affection.
Lover's Friends (02 June, 2006)
They say she was young, and her smile set her apart,
yet it was this, that would come to rule his heart!
When his friends asked, have you seen an eye chart,
he would proudly say, she is my love, my sweetheart!
His friends would say, this woman is no Snow White,
for they were jealous, of a love liken to starlight.
As she also loved him, for his love she would fight,
then her love also true, and he held the copyright.
If you see them in public, you might even speculate,
how they found one another, perhaps on a blind date?
Her friends would ask, questions which did nauseate,
this only jealousness, of love that does illuminate.
Life is like that, with friends sometimes adversary,
each with their own opinion, or some bad commentary.
So if you’re truly in love, with a beauty like Mary,
then listen to the heart, not to friends commentary!
John William Lane
e-mail: [email protected]
Copyright ©2006 John William Lane
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