An avocado is not a vegetable,
botanically, it's classified as a fruit,
specifically, a large single-seeded berry,
although it's a fact you may wish to dispute,
your opinion is neither here nor there
as, take it or leave it,
it's what's known as a 'pear'.
And yet, should everything go pear-shaped,
don't blame the avo, it's not at fault,
for, whichever way you slice it,
it still tastes good with pepper and salt.
Dripping with sin, I climb.
mine eyes burn, unblinking.
I have seen a thousand crimes.
each one a tooth in dark.
each one a hymn gone rancid.
the pit of absence breathes.
it feeds on nameless hours.
crawling endlessly, it seems.
I keep my hands in ash.
I keep my mouth in iron.
silence repeats my verdict.
no saints arrive, no banners.
only the bruise of memory.
only the stench of mercy.
my ribs learn stubborn cadence.
my pulse drags a rusted chain.
I rise by counting losses.
I rise by swallowing smoke.
the walls confess in wet tongues.
the dark writes laws on skin.
yet I make my way up.
step after step, unholy.
eyes burning, still I look.
and do not look away.
A pit of molasses
devoured my glasses.
Coiled tendrils rose
to seize and dispose
of treasures unsighted
so minds are blighted
with flaming contusions
and twisted confusions.
Faces glowed scarlet
like strawberry tartlet
when things sailed
from pockets unveiled.
A Pit for the Toxic
Let’s pray for a bottomless pit,
A hollowed space in the heart of hell,
Where we can toss the toxic soul
Who rang my spirit like a funeral bell.
I remember the weight of her evilness,
The way she turned my world to grey;
She brought my spirit to a sudden end,
A debt I know she’ll never pay.
I cannot forget, I won’t forgive,
One silent push, I won’t speak his/her name
I’ll watch her as he/she tumbles in.
It’s just the final straw
So let us pray and push together.
Love sinks low,singing-
A duet between drowning hearts.
Her smile is the last breath before the tar closes in.
I play my guitar till the strings blisters,
Till the bubbles stop breaking the surface.
Still,the Cheshire Cat keeps playing,
Because silence is the deepest pit of all.
In a deep pit I awake and wonder how I got here
Scanning every blurring memory but nothing is clear
Fighting the impressing hysteria and gripping fear
Failing to see a way out as I shed more than a tear
In a dark pit I claw the walls searching for a way free
Trying every idea that had ever come to me
Hoping against hope that one will open a path to flee
Sinking deeper in despair as there is none that I see
In a hushed pit I hollered out for help from anyone
Searching the opening rim for rescue but I found none
Wishing that someone left a single bullet and a gun
Crying falling deeper with the dread feeling I am done
In a cold pit I clasped my hands turning to God to pray
Breaking through the gloomy sky was a glimmering light ray
Reaching out toward me the Son spoke out I am the way
Freeing He took me into the dawn of a brand new day
The pendulum springs, the head is cluttered
The pendulum sings, the head is fluttered
The pendulum swings, the head is levered
The pendulum stings, the head is severed
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Australia I shake my head..Are there no better choices.??
Has all reason fled?? To elect a truly ghastly crew.' Elbow??And his ci-horts.' Oh what a bilious slew.' They projectile
Vomit.. Such gilobbdy-gook' glib enough only for entitled sooks'
Can't you see? Haven't you heard? In order to get a good life (you need to loose) these nerds.' Safe and effective
As i've heard it said..' btw hows the median death rate.??
Well it needs to be said.' What great talents have been taken from our sunkissed land.?? Ya know upon reflection
It could all be planned?? I think on government helping
Over the last five years..' I leave all to think.? I leave all to
Ponder how albo's held onto power? The big gutless wonder! I'm just waiting...Yet hoping our country wont go
Under.!
the orchestra pit
elegant black tuxedos
music from the gods
I choose to dwell in frothy clouds…
with a mindset unfixed
Random instincts spaced out
In the cumulus mix
An expansive effusion
Far out and beyond my temporal shackles
Free are my thoughts without prompt
Closed minds shallow and
desolate debacles
dissipate in this airy romp
On wispy clouds I dwell in…
high above I’ve risen
Here no need to reason
nor the blends of interpretation
Far away, so far from you, ascended
From the fiery pit below
which awaits my return
Where blazing saddles shame my name
where gross gossip lives and
bloody rumors stain,
Ablaze are the blame games
I dwell in cirrus pillows…
The scoped hemispheric
veils, bands and billows
Musings— using me
I chose to dwell in halo clouds
My mind with no refrains
Nothing to lose nothing to gain
A spirit free from hate
Soley my mind
Opens heaven’s gate
As if cast into the world, a flood it creates,
Yet still, the people fail to see their fates.
Though wealth may shine bright, filling every space,
Their hearts grow weary, losing hope's embrace.
The world has blinded them, lost in its maze,
They take the green paper as their praise.
While the needy struggle, their hearts tight as stone,
Digging for riches, yet feeling alone.
In a village where greed finds no room to grow,
A bottomless pit can’t be filled, this we know.
Even if a camel swallows with glee,
It won't gain a drop from a needle’s decree.
With heads hung low, they wander in grief,
All troubles arise from a mind lacking belief.
I fear the facade of this time we all share,
Why do people not tremble at death’s cold stare?
In parts of Derbyshire and Yorkshire
there are still pit-valleys,
where industry and nature collide,
marry, and have their natural born children.
The earth once gouged, raped and laid desolate,
is landscaped by those who once despoiled.
Time plays its part, plants its seeds,
it up-roots high piled slagheaps,
softens broken mountains of concrete.
I have walked these valleys,
in some I had to stumble over the fractured bones
of abandoned and rusting machinery;
the fire scorched detritus of coal mines.
I have also strolled through resurrected Eden's,
vales recreated out of the unspeakable
into the bright eloquence of beauty.
The hands of men
and the wings of gardening angels
have covered-up all self-made wounds,
have put to bed the deeply trammeled.
The Lord of daisies and daffodils
strolls unmolested once more,
through the worst and the best
that good intentions can do.
Watch your step, so you don't end up here
Where people like you simply disappear
To be devoured like prey, they're on the hunt
Looking for their next victim for them to stunt
Beware of the snake pit, the ones who take
The ones who would drown you in a lake
Of their own selfish needs and desires
With a tongue forked in two, the best of liars
Don't shake the bee hive, you'll anger the queen
All of her minions buzz around free
Selecting their next target to sting
It could be you next, their reasoning is obscene
Careful of the lions' den, looking for a meal
They look mighty noble, but all they do is steal
With brute force they pounce on their target
The language of violence is the only one they get
So sharpen your knives, and ready your mind
You don't want to find yourself in their bind
They fill up this world, on every corner you see
Is a place where one of these three could be
She is a shy unassuming quiet girl, She Shu
We have known her for a year or two
A dragon named Pit adopted her one day
She keeps him by the pond, a little away
We have tried to ask about Pit of course
She pretends she cannot speak, claims she is hoarse.
I think she wants to keep his friendship to herself.
Heard a rumor that Pit thinks she is a giant elf.
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