Quatorzain Poems

Poiema

"For we are his workmanship (poiema), created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared in advance that we should do them." Ephesians 2:10. "

I read these words in the whole context 
of the book of Ecclesiastes.
When “all is vanity”, what comes next? 
“Excess” say some enthusiast-ees. 

“Eat, drink, and be merry.” - Don't

On Terra Firma In ITQ

The ocean's a drum fault and sheer;
to me, breakout from dark, this sphere,
that the sunk water lapsing veers —
hours of footprints away from here,

Missing this density timeless 
with each sanddollar I will wreck,
for today I'm also in shreds — 
in the foam, this form, it lays death.

Like as the deep deep, her I love,
and I

Our Arcade 1985

Is how it all began our beautiful thing we both knew it was arcade concealing it the way we did and was we wrong for protecting the jukebox the many simple pleasures hidden treasures would create a certain hatred amongst many how could it not during the hustle bustle business meetings the dreariness that challenged

I've whispered to a raindrop

I've spoken to a raindrop; It listened so intently in its special way
A life so blessed that I never want to end; my only wish is to stay
I've whispered to a raindrop; it offered me seclusion in its special way
Of my thoughts darkest collusion, a demon’s fire it would offer to slay
I've confided in a

Courting in the Digital Age

A message sent, an icon lights the screen,
Her heart skips with a hope—what will he say?
No flowers now, just words in lines between,
A digital courtship, love found this way.

She reads his thoughts, like whispers through the night,
A photo shared, a smile across the miles,
Though screens divide, emotions take their flight,
A growing bond, unseen but full

Desire

Desire balanced fulfilled 
climax flight tolerance you 
leave out on your Chinook 
my breath within the wings 
of the craft you are my mind 
my sight my mind focused 
hanger four we load the 
cargo saying goodbye why 
I cannot fathom I only whisper 
sit down buckle your belt 
and kiss me we shall meet

Frontal lobe pain

Traumatic brain injury 
traumatic headaches 
intense frontal pain 
temples are numb 
quietly sends painful 
signals throughout 
my brain sometimes 
my mind searches 
for respites as the 
pain swelling reaches
my optic nerve 
radiating across my 
skull thinking itch 
my bones feel like 
they are biting my brain 
the muscles tense up
throbbing breaking 
down my mood funny

No fear of domestic terrorist

No fear of domestic terrorist 
threats simply because I 
refuse to allow abuse of 
power extort my American 
poetry impersonate me what 
a freak of nature jay Townsend 
Johnson Henry arrived with her 
gunman Rasta Andrew hicks 
attempting to end my life my 
prayers are with this dangerous 
domestic terrorist criminal group 
data breach accessing

Domestic Violence Blows

I suppose the blows from 
your dark fist gets softer 
with time spent running 
for my life I mean your 
face seems to fade a little 
bit more when I’m sitting 
in mass or singing in the 
choir tears always roll just 
thinking how god must’ve 
felt watching you blungeon 
my back always my back

Nightmare called Dementia

This dreadedness has haunted me since my abrupt traumatic brain injury followed by daytime sleep apnea DAYTIME SLEEP APNEA unable to stay awake all day falling a sleep in doctors office on the bus trains in meetings dreaming awake taking several ten minutes naps with full blown dreams panic attacks as I awaken sleep still

FBI ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS CRISIS TEAM IDENTITY FRAUD AGAINST CONFIDENTIAL HUMAN SOURCES

CRISIS TEAM: HELLO WE ARE HERE TO HELP

AGENT BROWN: HELLO I'M AGENT BROWN IN DIRE NEED OF THE FBI HELP AFTER I CONTACTED THE FBI ABOUT THE ARSON MURDERER OF 9 CIRO GARGANO AND HIS ACCOMPLICE ACTUALLY IMPERSONATING ME IN THE UNTITED STATES BUILDING IN TAMPA OBSTRUCTING JUSTICE IN THE ARSON MURDERS OF GARGANO THE

Stir

A character study done here.  
You always liked to stir things up.
Like a washer agitator
You thought your tactics a good touch.

Stirring, stirring until worn out
A good name you just loved to smear.
The fabric ripped, buttons cracked, gone.
Desiring to ruin a nonsuch.

You'd set the trap, you fishhook baiter. 
Carrying on life, minutes later
You'll never change,

The Cherry Sun and I

In skies of blue, oh what a sight!
The cherry sun hung very bright,
my eyes closed basking in its light,
my cheeks burned from its fiery bite.

Its hot rays wrapped me from behind.
Soaked in sweat, our bodies aligned,
and our spirits were now entwined.
In its warm arms, I was spelled binned.

In abruptness, the heavens cried.
Dejected, I heavily sighed,
watching

The Night ITQ

 awaken dreams night silence screams
till madness leaves from mourning trees
the sunshine breaths what daylight sees
 a dawnings tease while lightness flees

   a moonlight spies thru blinding eyes                         

Stars That Fall

A weary road and stars that fall
                    This cannot be the end at all
The sun seems but a helpless ball
                

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