come now
i welcome you
and as the sign of my invitation
i’ll smear some of my blood over my thoughts
before i write them down
come burning
like the ember at the end of my cigarette
which i burn ritualistically
like a sacrifice for sin
come, i’ll slay swine and serpents
to lay out for you
forgive me, it is all i have to give
but i understand that it is the sincerity of the giving
and not the gift
which you desire
and for your thirst
i’ll give a bitter gall
that is all
i have, for your thirst or for mine
but come
come in time
i pine
away
like every day
you ever made
i ask for no angels to herald your arrival
lest wiser men arrive
and present you with better gifts
than i can afford
come Lord
for her i carry
a torch not a flame
but a flashlight
so that i
every night
can find
where
she
lays so that i
can lay beside
her until
one night not
realizing i had
left my light
on all
day
ritualistically
i took up
her torch
and put my
thumb on
the on
button
but
it was
already on
yet no light
lit my sight
leaving me
in unwanted
darkness with
a beating heart
thinking what
to do i began
an endless
journey
reading
braille
walls
and
all that i felt
that came
across my
path gasping
at a finger's
find that i
never found
any batteries
The orchestral chorus of waking birds fill the air
In augmentation of dawns awakening flare.
Sunrise paints the sky with colored wonder, golds,
Vibrant red and hues shaded soft, reminisce of old.
Dusty, cracked leather boots lay on the verandah porch
The farmhouse kitchen now awakes, toasted bread to scorch.
Creaking back door hinges sing, old tea leaves tossed from the pot.
The kettle boils, butter melts, the coarse of the day to plot.
Light is the breeze that casts its fingers through the windmills blade,
The comforting sound of scraping metal, ritualistically made.
Dog stirs, stretches sleek body, mouth wide with a waking yawn.
All of nature comes alive at the sight of such a beautiful dawn.
Washed away the tides pull the sands
Small particles back from the shore
Eroded unkept footsteps tracks
Of passers by are seen no more
The sun the moon bare witness
To this subliminal demise
A natural course followed daily
Ritualistically done over time
Harsh! The asphalt sac circumscribes my spirit
drowning the spectacle of sapphire ambiance
That whirls a blue crush over my suntanned face,
whose temples are rippling with shimmering grin
And ,merry bustling the spontaneous chills smothering
my qua-spirits yet spray a fiery furnace of detesting
Scandinavian epidermal whimpering over my incongruous
antics with the talismanic chemist ritualistically rebirthing
my vexed spirit chaffed away with enduring rejection of
a taciturn corps that writhed aggravatingly for it dresses
a being that is obvious of a race,say human identity....
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