#Im_being_led
Invisible chains on my body, shackling my abilities.They said "we are molding you, crafting you, to our own like".They "said I wasn't refined enough".
They straining and enforcsing their culture into my system, was them directing my paths, mind and physic. I'm led into the great unknown to me, blindfolded, fear crippling my fragility, ravished out of my comfort zone, being refined to enforce their ethics and noms, to salvage my life and those unknown to me.
This dark world of wickedness and evil, hissing my name, waiting in the pitch black darkness, busy loading and sharpening their sharp weapons.
My spirit uprightened, accompanied by spiritual warriors, pushing me upfront: "we are behind you", they said. Fear "nothing for we are fearless ourselves", dragging with weariness, my tinny body. Sensation of courage overwhelming my spirit, forth I pierce, through dark thick and thin,
I'm escorted, by those whose greatness surpasses space and time.
#Poetic_Ink
Categories:
noms, africa, baptism, blessing, confusion,
Form: Free verse
The nematode, only oms
And then of course, noms
And munches,
without, really
munching much at all.
No teeth.
Ah.
To move in the mulch.
a thicket
of touch
not really
knowing where or,
how
you are.
A siphon of silicone
sipping at soil
silent and secure.
But,
at any sudden moment,
you might get
all
your hearts broken, (five, good grief)
then broke again
and again (five of em)
by the bastardized beak
of some god-damn animal?
Rough.
But,
the worm
being herself
wiggles anyway and says:
“I am a worm.
I do what worms do.
I swam through the rain, once
to sleep tail to tail with some woman, man, I don't know
I wormed through the pit of a
turnip bit, once.
It was warm enough
to feel like rainlight.”
And you wasn't awarded
remembered, or
understood.
You was ignoreded,
dismembered, and
stood on.
So.
Why worry.
There really are worse things
in life
than to wiggle.
Categories:
noms, animal, cute, death, humor,
Form: Free verse
A clicking clock is a sound warden. A stereo monologue of one syllable. Like an om om. But an om is neither an omega nor a nom nom. And nom noms are said to be as righteous as driving around a drive or a lane with a clear view in sight of a previously blanked out blanket trees. Blanket trees are so very comfortable. Great aren't they?. Loose leaf pillows and a solid base trunk. Unbelievable the sights and sounds of a sewing and knitting course. Click click then but no den made in a duplex pile of material crocheted hems. Cross patch then. Ha ha mr whippet playing with a block of blue ice cream. Ha mangled moöns drying after spin cycle. C v dancing with bodies in a clearing. Clap. Operatic ostriches neighing to ovations. X x x x x incineration z z z z
Categories:
noms, adventure, allegory, allusion,
Form: I do not know?
The wild hair of the trees
lay down on the ground.
Others burn up in a blue smoke.
The severed branches in small heaps.
I saw, in the middle of the sawdust,
The pieces of the great plane tree,
Where we carved our names.
The drawn heart, smiled at me,
Even with its sap tears,
the wounded sapwood
a kind of last farewell.
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La chevelure sauvage des arbres
s'est couchée sur le sol.
D'autres se consument
en fumées bleues.
Les branches sectionnées en petit tas.
J'ai vu, au milieu de la sciure,
Les billots du grand platane,
Où nous avions gravés nos noms.
Le cœur dessiné, me souriait,
Même avec ses larmes de sève,
d'aubier blessé,
en une sorte de dernier adieu.
Categories:
noms, allusion, first love, heart,
Form: Free verse