Red Slime: must you disguise your worth
aren't you treasure
which Mica and quarts
sand and gold
Aren't you tresure
that a torch should solitify
you into a crystalized anomlly
aren't as much tresure as gold itself
nitrate and phosfate
the seperation of a wayer soaked claim
Mica Schits introduced me to
the Grayish Gold ore one desires
Ultramatic, tuff the stones of a sandy
panning area
Feldspar! Feldspar and Garnet!
then were are your tresures
Mr. Mica Schits Feldspar
Ore Miss
Mica Schits Feldspar
Delivered from the bowels of the ancient tombs of Pharaohs forgotten
The steampunked chest plated falcon loving gatekeeper approached
We were fearful of his neon green glance and psychedelic war paint.
He was not your typical partygoer. It did not take a genius to see this.
Dragon like feelers in a moon pattern were part of his body’s armor.
Intimidated, we stopped dancing and started to look for exits.
An evil eye neck plate with falcon-like attitude stopped us in our tracks.
Where is Gyemaster? He asked. Voice compelled us to stay in place.
We obediently allowed him to scan us with is eyes, one by one.
Satisfied, he moved to an eager young giggling female freshman.
She stopped moving, was dead silent now; her face glowed orange.
You know him don’t you? He asked her in a hologram way.
She nodded and he led her from the party as you would lead a donkey.
If this had been any other guy, we would have resumed dancing.
Instead we wandered off to our houses to cower and hide.
Frightened by a falcon loving gatekeeper from beyond the future.
After finding fillings silver plated,
And many things had anticipated;
While we waited,
Getting educated,
Were excited then highly elated.
Great to read your great works;
Were pleased by all of the perks;
Poems did grow,
In each long row;
Are tired of Trump and his jerks.
Jim Horn
Cold Cruel Unforgiving
Warm Kind Caring
Contrasting personalitys
Compact into one
Psychotic and twisted
The heart of frost and red snow
Smiles the brightest
Deceiving the good
With the thin layer of gold
I knelt at the river sifting.
Mud, water, rock.
Mud, water, rock.
Mud, water,....
It caught my eye
Woke me from my open-eyed dream.
The glint was possibly just the sun,
Winking from kissing the cold water’s reflection.
I hold my breath give a soft shake to see.
Wink!
It was never love
It was just gold plated, a compound lie, a trick, toilet paper covered in....mud
The shade was bright enough to blind
I was the fool I walked in holding hope sweating desperation.
My fault.
They didn’t get to dismiss me
So she was employed
To remind me
To fool me
To misguide me
To show me
That MY worth is penniless
They can hold on to their own lies
CZ’s despise the diamond so much they didn’t realize that I was something like glass.
No more giving a damn
No more playing pawn
It’s dawn I survived
So far.
Staring on with empty sight,
We can see but we are blind.
Fueling flames of hate and spite,
Judging all of humankind.
Thinking that true beauty is gold,
We are heartless, we are cold.
Beauty, however, is not gold-plated,
But it has now been contaminated.
Infected by all our pitiful fright,
Of how we are thought of or defined.
Superficial, black or white.
We will never find peace of mind!
Beauty, like everything, is vast,
And the magic fades too fast.
It will all soon be in the past.
Nothing remains, and nothing lasts.
beautiful, cinderella, crazy, growing up, humor, word play,
Gold Plated Ideals©
The ice-white-capped teeth
Smile and beguile the contacted eye
‘Java’ white-bright tee shirts dazzle
Plastic letters ironed on right-side in
Shoulders the body making a statement?
Speaks to me of this century’s impurities
Air fresheners smelling of ‘spice’
Coats the hazy circulating sun
Press-on nails make a statement
All this is in the name of ‘add-ons’!
Linens yellow with age and crinkle fine
Woolens shrink if washed in hot water
Cottons now stretch with added spandex
Silks colourful and light, billow with mirth
Brighten the day to darken the night!
Vitamins and creams make the skin turn young
Micro-wave quickens re-packaged (fake-foods) ‘boxed’
Time ‘replays’ when circling the moon-beamed skies!
young feathers plated
in 14 karat " black gold"
fowl riches destroyed
Plated Hearts
Plate.. laid down flat.
Two hearts.. in such a mess.
One has been chipped - from love then from truth.
Then the other is pulling away - from the bond of their own glue.
Both sweet together - they are alike.
A perfect couple - in their own design.
A chipped heart - can always mend.
It takes two - to forgive then began again.
Salvation in our head,truth aound the waist
Our breast,spiritually chaste,
Shod with shalom,to run the race-
Holding the swords of the Spirit,facing the test
Faith's shield at our chest.
Full story @ Ephesians 6