I can feel my waters
Stirred breath
ready to shed my uncertainty
serenity felt
at my cerebral knowing
the hurricane that is brewing
along our tidal banks
holding my calm precious
aroused by complacent absurdity
senseless ambiguity
to keeping the candle lit or snuffed
Society in peril
sweeping winds of pretentious
needs of our resistance
greedy hands will
cut swaths of verticil
barren our hearts will be on the land
our compass has come home
for us to stand against the wailing cry
my silence no more has ability
though alone I may stand
sometimes this hill is enough
soon our gale could prevail
I see layers built to last the weather
seedlings blown
against the shore’s beginning
grown fearless against the tides push
strong steadfast pathways
taken through hard questions asked
scattered across paroxysmal lands
narrowed by corrupted lies
still, what’s right by your lived creed
what’s right is right, what’s
Right with the wind
7-11-2020
Paroxysmal passions of preying eyes,
Whispering waves upon warming ocean…
Harmonies hankering hearts hypnotize,
Melodic mists of driving devotion.
Yelling and yearning youthful ambitions,
Sizzling summers endure exotic heat…
Posturing pleasures amidst positions,
Capitalizing confidence complete.
Adoration and affection flaming,
Tendering tears of cascading desire…
Lavender lips erotic exclaiming,
Sensuous seductions sacred of hire.
Summer heating upon flux flirtations,
Settling storms within sexual stations.
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...this sonnet can also be read backward...
10 syllables per line
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June.12.2020
Summers heat sonnet Poetry
Sponsored by~ John Hamilton
Placed 3'rd...Thank You
So she resides within me
Deep down I knew it come to this
You and I where unfit for this world
I still hold her mark when I became a man
So diverse from the minions of thy father
Now she paved the way
As Armageddon has been set in motion
The final conflict, end of days, a paroxysmal
I've embraced her through hell
To the darkness I obliged
Thousands crucified
Rapturing the Kingdoms of humankind
Succumbing to their own mortality
Comets fill the sky
Empires fall and you and I will die
Splitting the seas
Creating wars upon the shores
Lover against lover
Life exist no more
You and I will die
My love there is nothing more you can offer me
You where vomited forth by witchery
Burning the gaping womb of life
You where once my soaring desire
Now I see you are now the advocate of suffering
I will be the driven blade that will carve to your flesh and end my torment
Disciples turn into rancid carcasses
Famine and destruction
In the end both you and I died
I went off into the night again;
No one forgives me when I have sinned.
I am a paradox
Leading
The blind to believing.
They found me
Screaming
About the paroxysmal feeling.
The voice fell off like a spirit leaving;
The ash
Seeps out of my being.
Tell me something wild you did;
Tell me something you’d never miss,
If you and I weren’t caught up in this.
If I could I would do it all again.
I was wrong to ever assume;
The darkness seduces as it bleeds through,
The stitches, the resurrected wound.
I opened up again and bled;
“Carry on,” is what they said.
I hold the gun against my head.
And call out to no one again tonight,
I was wrong to ever get it right.
“Drown it out,” said the voice inside.
I don’t care anything about being alive.
I have abandoned all my ships,
Just because I see stars.
That is when you caught my glimpse.
But I should recall
That since everything eventually dies,
Now, you are just a supernova's ashes.
(The strained stars
Are through the pain lane;
Slain in vain with seraphic darkness and darkened brightness...)
So, bring me the horizon,
Because I need new stardust
To soothe my astral scars
Of the dim nights
That your paroxysmal ashes burned...
Now, there is a voided starlight
Faded in myself.
So, I'll try to ask Alexandria
For the book of universal knowledge,
To see if the blackness could be subdued
From these arcane dimensions...
(Let lights feign,
Let stars rain,
Let starfall begin.
[Meteors clash within our abyss]...)
Alone again, I admit
That I am a star between darkness and light;
So are these chains
The starless bane of my life?
Regardless of answers,
I am left with blurred promises
From these stark and ambivalent catharses...
Craggy, stone clad, and smooth topped mountains
Faceted amethyst, gleaned from the rough,
Trillionth cut diamonds, immeasurably
Shining with the brilliance of incandescent sun,
Blazing a trail for arbored glens, ice-laden caverns,
Deep sea excursions, clay-red banks,
Snow-capped mountains against stark blue heavens
Laden with unseen billions of stars!
Endless streams run unencumbered over stones,
Rock cliffs, flowered mounds,
Seeping through crevices florinated by nature’s
whims.
A vast horizon, stretching beyond vision’s expanse,
Dipping slowly to tantalize the presence of celestial
orbs,
Focusing attention on deep emotions,
Teeming, yet subdued in contemplation of
paroxysmal reaches.
You’re prearranged with all those thoughts of dread, rearranged for a propaganda fret.
You are the few, you are the same, and you have been bought.
By all who knew just what to say and do, holding change like it’s an enlighten noose.
Monkeys it’s not the same without a thought
Morals distorted as it fills your glass. Pungent as you taste the last, drop of all
who’ve came and all who’ve gone. You watch them as they smile and book. The television
shows of smut. Behind the camera they still cook your bones.
Stay tuned till this intermission, behind the curtain of rendition. You’ll find them with
the chain that holds your thoughts.
Now as you vote for change, you shed like a dog who whines to be fed.
Where’s your politician with his cross.
He’s holding all the change you gave. In a box prearranged, rearranged and saved. Just in
case his future comes to a halt.
So here’s your fortress of solitude, hold it close as you choose. For a mirror imagine of
your thoughts. Hold it closer as you think our fractured structure on the brink.
It could depend on you to make them fall.
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