If I owned a circus
for you I'd play the clown
(Do jugglers ever tire of throwing up?
Only when they're sick of it.)
or if I had a rickshaw
I could run you round the town
if I were landlord of a bar
drinks would be on me
as proprietor of a restaurant
you would dine for free
and if I had a row boat
I would float you down the stream
but as I have none of these
all I can do is dream
Too stoned to care
wild eyes and hair
My friend and I dare
to order four pizzas
Where are your friends
the manager inquired
Oh, they’ll be here in a bit
our tongues purebred liars
Well, we snarfed down the pizzas
though ‘our friends’ never showed
So, when we asked the proprietor
how much we owed…
He told us $200 bucks
‘coz it’s just your good luck
to meet up with a fellow sleaze
who understands your ‘munchies’
~ and has already contacted the fuzz
I
Standing in a glass cube
As rain falls all around
The fate of the world
Is up for sale
Valkyries burst like bombs
As the forces of evil push us down
Lightning lances across the sky
And we're begging for a miracle
The great Arc sails the skies
A triumph to watch sails unfurl
Serenaded by the pegasus
Are we finally saved
As volcanoes erupt and gods awake
The glass cube begins to shatter
Wherein stands the Proprietor of Evil
For it is Hades Himself
II
Clouds part like curtain call
Fire shoots across the heavens
We're just witnesses to Armageddon
As civilization falls apart
As helpless as cockroaches
Cowering in the shadow of a shoe
Were the old feuds really worth it
As gods render earth a battleground
Sails ripped and on fire
The arc is sinking in a blaze of glory
But victory is surely at hand
As Alexander holds blade up high
Once again ensnared in a glass cube
As tears rain from the skies
Comes the death of the empire of Hades
And his fate is up for sale
they stopped for a few seconds at her favorite place
A used bookstore like no other
the proprietor watched the gorgeous couple.
Thrilled that Madeline had found a handsome beau
"Love weaves a mysterious magic spell"
Lady Dragonfly
Masculine and prickly, the proprietor of a gambling house,
Wispy wings finesse her dress, its translucence will arouse
A Dita von T. vedette, an alluring erotic oozing femme fatal
A Seductiveness, her love weaves a mysterious magic spell
whose charms ensnare her lovers, like a fierce dragoness
She is the narcotic opium in the pipe, a smoking goddess
Lady dragonfly the name becomes the vicious villain vamp
Cold-spirited and flighty with an icy sting clammy and damp
Constituting a roll as ‘madam’ sexually domineering and violent
Puffs of wistful thoughts, tricked times these the turbulent
Swarming like flies, men condemn her racy domineering image
Confined, she justifies the life of promiscuous privilege
The twisting of fate
O' these mortal coils,
When shall they learn?
Never is too soon.
It is that which is possessed,
From where power is gleamed.
So that those who have not
Shall remain to be employed.
Heed this warning,
O' potential proprietor.
He who would hold power eternal
Need in this, be covetous.
For if all have control
Then does it not cease to exist?
Nay, this the very cornerstone
Of which all is built.
So break your back,
Work and die under the sun.
Listen not to what I say
So that I may reign eternal.
MCOII
(sometime between 2011 and 2013)
little buck would have been more formidable without the head gear
where do you suppose he found that? the guests asked each other
he’s a lodge favorite, the proprietor replied. We have a relationship
to show them, he walked up to the mammoth beast and added tinsel
add a silver bell! Someone yelled. And candy canes! Screeched another.
How much longer are we going to invite these weirdos? Asked little buck.
I took a donkey
Over the border from
Nepal into India
In Calcutta
I had tea
When the hotel
Proprietor after checking out
Asked; me 'Any tips?'
I misunderstood & said
'No need.'
I have for many years had a reputation for being Tinpot Lucky,
Take this Tuesday for Instance,
I was walking down past the Lawnmower shop,
Where I bought my Wood chipper,
Should I stop in and and say Hello to Ian the Proprietor,
Who was in Lions with me and a friend,
Was the thought that popped into my head,
I went with yes choice instead of not today choice,
And guess what?
After asking after each other,
And our families,
What should he ask but how is your wood chipper,
To which I sheepishly replied,
That I had jammed it up and had not yet done anything about it.
Now here is where question of luck or something else comes to the fore,
As what should Ian say but that he had someone interested in buying one,
And he would come and get mine and fix it for free,
So, he could show the potential customer one working.
So what do you think?
Was it luck or something else.
Was a mysterious force at work to bring me to the store
At that particular point in time,
Or do I just have a knack for making good choices.
For myself I suspect I have a guardian Angel,
Who does not mind working overtime.
Crossing The Line
David J Walker
There is a line and
There was a time
when they were
Kids like us
Singing clapping praying eating sleeping waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
For whatever comes
In the coming day
Waiting
Praying
Smiling
Saying
The things they thought they were saying
50 years before and
A million tears before
The tapestry so clear before
It blurred
Maybe it burned in a fire
With those lost important papers and pictures
The property of the proprietor
posting rewards
For their return
But they are gone forever
There was a time when they were
Hopeful for a reward-full
Life
Faith
Charity
Man and wife
And children who would remember
As they move beyond
This daily strive
There is a line
That cannot be crossed
Before its time
Nobody owns anything,
but there are those who want to be
owners of everything...
Have employees and they conceive
they are slaves...
He who has a wife and children,
intends of their lives
be a proprietor. ..
People of that deformity clutters
human progress... !
Seeing the darkened clouds
accumilate
I spy through my mind's
eye
And feel the stormy winds
acidic rain sting all about
my naked face
And hasten hastenly to build
myself an ark / raft fit purpose
bespoke for wrecking
Using any material disposable
close to hand i can possibly find
So none the less i can sail
away above the crashing
tidal wave of black foam
pushing back
And stand aboard the deck i
cobbled out of adams brittle
fractured missing
rib bone
Scouting the horizon for the
1st sign
Of a glacier or dry land
in order to beech dock
this vessel and step my
feet ashore
And so anoint myself
King for the day and evermore
Purveyor of everything i see
before me 1 sole property
proprietor
In order to start and begin
the long hard process
and rebuilding again
Armed only with what the
storm has left behind in
it's wake
My gardener says: 'flowers fade away,
Ones found yesterday, are not seen today'.
Tentativeness and simple temperance
Add true beauty to perfect permanence.
My father, mother, brother, sister gone
Will destiny leave me live long alone?
Completion of duty, a virtue, sure
Attaining perfection, yet, not obscure.
Meditation on death is essential
Makes our life, in truth, very substantial.
Persons, events that taught me - before me
personalizing, passing, are on me.
How long could I cry over my spilt milk -
Proprietor - dairy bubbling with milk...
Leave mind and heart free. Take up any task.
Tell Master anytime accounts to ask.
I am vulture
My soul case may be repugnant,
However, I have every sawbones decimal
On my speed dial
Before any croacker decrees justice
On a soul case,
They confer with me
My logbook contains a docket
Of every Golgotha and slaughterhouse on the planet
I am on first name basis
With every casket maker, mortuary Steward and proprietor
I am the fiend no soul case wants to see,
Hear or dream about
My name send's shivers down the spine of mortals
I am a friend in need and indeed;
I am the curator in every country
Where war and conflict thrive
No one thinks of me
And no one want's me as a pet
I am the dark one; the dark continent
I am vulture, the patient one
HUMANS
They weep, when they get hurt.
They laugh, when others are hurt.
They protect their unsatisfied home.
They attack on other’s heaven.
They always live life with discrimination.
A single drop of their blood is precious for them
But they never feel guilty to kill other’s infancy.
They always represent themselves as a proprietor.
They feel serenity in their gadgets.
They hate animals, they kill animals,
They love animals, they eat animals
But they are more dangerous than animals.
They pretend that they are devotees of serenity
But they themselves are the cause of War.
They do not need any Sickle
Because their fake love is enough to kill others.
When you are dead, when you leave your property
Then you are the most favorable guy for them in the earth.
Humans, your perception is wrong for others.
Humans, your partiality for caste is wrong.
Humans, your behavior towards animals are wrong.
Humans, your desire for lust is wrong.
Humans, your decision for nature is wrong.
Humans, you are wrong, your sin is nor forgivable.
Humans, a lot of pain is coming for you.
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