an angry
alliterated agony
ferociously flowing
the treacherous
tenacious trumping tactics,
tell truth tales,
of our outrageous
pompous, pontificating potus,
holding hungry hostages,
hanging hopelessly helpless;
weary worn warriors, walled
by bigotry’s belittling:
pitiful poor panicking people,
lingering like lynched lackeys;
veiled villainous vampire
dictator, dooms
democracy, demanding
america accepts asinine,
audacious aristocracy;
when will we wake
and audaciously approach
regaining revoked rights;
evil envy, eventually eviscerated?
infectious ingrained idiocy,
can’t continuously control
conscious citizens,
purposely propelling
people power,
to triumphantly
trounce this
tainted tyranny:
pretty please,
look…listen…learn…
legal legislation!
We labeled it a flower.
Offered it soft words and a glass crown.
Praised and watered it.
Until the petals ran out
We labeled it a weed.
Sprayed it with poison.
Cursed it aloud, damned it into disgrace.
Until the petals ran out.
We labeled it freed.
Sprayed it with ignorance.
Purposely parched it.
Until the petals ran out.
I’m playing Jenga, at a social group. At a social group, playing Jenga I’m. The best block to take out is the middle one — not an absolute, but two left either side sounds solid. Two left either side sounds solid — the best block to take out is the middle one, not an absolute. We are playing for a photoshoot for the social group’s new website, so I purposely remove a crucial block to knock over the tower. For the social group’s new website to knock over the tower, I remove purposely a crucial block, so we are playing for a photoshoot. The photographer wasn’t ready, though. Though, the photographer wasn’t ready. Twice, we’ve rebuilt the tower so he could get a photo of it falling. So he could get a photo of it falling, we’ve rebuilt the tower twice. He didn’t get the shot the time second. The second time, he didn’t get the shot. Third time lucky. Lucky time third.
After the Jengaful afternoon, we wish each other a nice eve. We wish each other a nice eve, after the Jengaful afternoon. Words fall as water, then Jenga into towers.
As water, words fall.
As Jenga, words tower.
I've been to dark places
way off in the weeds
where many a devil
does devilish deeds
I spent so much time there
familiar it grew
in search of its secrets
known only by few
And what I discovered
and what it revealed
had come with the price
of my soul to yield
And thusly surrendered
the darkness received
while leaving me empty
and lonely and grieved
It vied for attention
since I was a child
by implanting thoughts
that were utterly wild
Such thoughts that no children
should ever have known
lest forces unseen
had purposely sown
The darkness grows darker
the deeper you go
and far more alluring
it's wonders to show
Any issues encountered
are handled within
by the blackest of means
with a chuckle and grin
I've been to dark places
I know where they are
Just off the main highway
and not very far
The people encountered
within that domain
whose twilight existence
is deathly profane
They beat on the living
but they can't beat the dead
who no longer suffer
for their daily bread
For the dead have no trouble
they create no more spark
and they certainly aren't
afraid of the dark
© Mike Wise
3-19-26
You stupid snowman
You said you were cold so I gave you my scarf
Now I sit by you my neck exposed to harsh temperatures
My once rosy lips turn a shade of lifeless blue when they touch yours
Yet that wasn’t enough
You asked for more so I plucked of my coats buttons and placed them in your bare hands
Now I sit loosing feeling in my limbs
You said I was your sunshine
I was convinced you loved me even after you didn’t say it back
Until the sun begin to shine
And you began melt out of my life
I did everything I could to keep you
While you did everything you could to leave
Purposely wearing my coat to speed up the process
All to evaporate into someone else’s arms
Oh you stupid snowman
Walking slowly in utter dark wholly stripped and laid bare
Tears running down my face and a tightening in the air
Heart screaming a deafening silent desperate prayer
Carrying the broken pieces of a life full of ware
Abruptly piercing the sea of black was a beam of light
Silhouetting a tall bearded man who was twice my height
Piercing flame-filled yet loving tender eyes burning so bright
The Son of God had appeared before me all dressed in white
Laying the pieces at his feet eyes swelling turning pink
Barely uttering "I'm broken" as I felt my soul shrink
Chuckling the Son of God grabbed all the fragments with a wink
Little one you are not broken this is not what you think
Purposely placing pieces on the floor with flair and glee
Forming a vibrant mosaic of color and of me
Completing his masterpiece he motioned to come and see
With a loving embrace he whispered "Nothing but beauty!"
Purposely off center, on tippy toe.
What a feat; completely nuts.
Tummy tuck, umbrella in hand,
just clowning around; on the brink
of a niagara fall. Tintinnabulation of
power, provoking an audience cower;
…over the rainbow it seems.
The audience holds on for dear life.
Colors blossoming like sunbursts.
Muscling up courage to close my eyes.
The ringing in my mind, an eruption
of a pale face, red honker, on the edge.
Blinking umbrella with ab rise and fall.
What was I thinking? Can’t turn back,
losing my grip, decentralized.
The audience holds on for dear life.
Last night I dreamed of you
I held you close against me
I knew the second I woke up
You would become a memory
Why does my mind play tricks
That sadden and deceive me
It's as though my mind is trying
To purposely lead me to misery
I wish you could come home
But that's not an option anymore
With all that's been said and done
It's impossible to even the score
I'm unaware of what's to follow
On this journey to heal my heart
I don't believe anything will dull
The pain of us living life apart
At the supermarket, squeeze this,
sniff that. Of course, color is the
first attraction: Fruit should not
be green -- vegetables must be!
So, green is not always best.
Children, take note! (Her daughter,
Little Genie, as ordered, wrote)
And if the same price for
one, choose the largest and weigh...
but scales sometimes are purposely
light, seldom right. (Genie again
wrote) Now let's do this again: I said
vegetables should be green...though
carrots better orange-yellow. Then there
are eggplants, they must be deep
purple. Oh, and the beets should
be nice, round, earthy red. Sweet candy,
gumballs, hot-dogs, highly processed
foods, hormone chicken and beef,
barbecue with artificial flavoring
should be avoided like the class
bully. (Genie wrote, if it taste good
it is probably bad for you) Read labels
on cans: Mono-this, Chlor-what's it,
if you can't say it, never plate it. Make
a list of these chemicals. Genie
used all the reminding pages in her pad.
(ended with, in the future, only go
shopping with dad)
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Slithering and Creeping Along the Moonlit Path
Where Dark Desires Permeates the Hidden Caverns of My Heart
An Enchanted Road, A Supplicant Ritualist Journey
Beyond the Seas of Perpetual Agony
Confronting Sinister Vices In the Canyon of Piteous Wails
Seeking The Crossroads of Equilibrium Where Virtue Prevails
This Path Navigates the Depths of My Soul Harbor
Abode to My Grotesque Daemons Balanced by Angels of Blissful Splendor
Goddess Luna, Witness to Submission and Surrender
Mystical Luminary With Her Reflective Glow
Reveals the Doorway Pillars of Emerald and Gold, Arch of Ivy Hanging Low
Precept by Precept Steps on the Battened Cobbled Stone Road
Paved with Desire, Despair and Hope Inward Pilgrimage To the Moon Sage's Abode
For I Am a Wanderer of The Dark Night, Purposely Endowed
Untangling Threads to Complete My Soul's Contract I Vowed!
Hecate Whispers Songs My Shadows Sing
Of Liberation, Perfection, Growth and Healing.
Everything I do in life
No matter how hard I try
It never does go right
I wish that I knew why
My failures are not something
Can I try to do purposely
Could it just be that life
Has simply turned against me
Rubber house I've been chosen
My destined to always fail
Whatever it is has shaped
This life of mine out of hell
People watch me with doubt
In this life I go through
Want to be honest at this point
I have to doubt myself too
We do not speak out of our own strength,
Rather it's a response.. the word of God makes,
He gives us the keys of authority to speak against fear,
And the word of God speaks loud and clear,
Our voice is an instrument and the chords open doors,
The beauty of His word shows our hearts more,
He sets the stage as we stand at the alter,
He leads our hearts as we watch him put it all together,
Stepping down can be standing up, the heart can speak louder than words,
When your strength is weak but your heart is stirred,
And you respond accordingly, you heed to the call,
Sometimes He quiets your heart to say nothing at all,
Treasuring His purpose while purposely forgetting your own,
You see it's not your house.. it's His home,
And his love will touch the very depths of your soul,
The tears you cry of letting go of your own,
Releasing, tearing down walls, responding and speaking out His words,
Knowing in your heart what's meant to be heard,
Love is a digger... find me in Him,
His love is my treasure from within
In this digital world of perpetual pleasure,
Why must we purposely give each other pain,
Instead of easing our pressures,
We cause each other so much more strain,
Grabbing and tearing at the tattered fray,
Some bring upon darkness on the brightest days,
It's in our nature's or so that lies been told,
We waste away our youth as we give away our souls,
We search for a meaning in this thing we call life,
Where for a little kindness we'll gladly feel the knife,
Just a little cut, for no pain no gain,
Not realizing slowly we slip further from what's sane,
For on this endless wheel we all do blindy run,
We live for the chase in this race we all hope we've won,
Time waits for no one, so we continue the struggle,
Hoping for a future of love and happiness, no matter how subtle.
Oh ,my dearest and love some sibling shadow, listen, Are you still staying and living in my beloved soul ?, You are dancing gracefully in my dress of glisten, And you are looking like the darkest glittering coal ,
Wherever I go , you are willingly following me , You are my permanent companion in solitude, Are you a wonderful mirror of my soul of flee ?, Dancing cheerfully with you alone is always chewed, You are purposely speaking louder than words sometimes, That words are more reliable and content of true, You have many impressive stories to tell in nights, Alas , you are vanishing suddenly like a dew , And you hold the brightest and vivid secrets as rights.
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