Count the men; like the stars
All in red, A penetrated holes art
I shouldn't be walking; into the night
Alas! Walk 365 steps, back from his right
He can hear me, All can smell me
Even when I am a ghost to me.
They tie my legs, shouting for devi
Only ending up rupturing me without any tyranny
Who will hear my side of the story
You are only a victim , so hear his story.
When they say they fight for you lastly
Drowning drunkards say I'm the one Spreaded my legs.
Forgetting that mother's are still
Mother's for her sake.
Will I ever be not okay,
So I can cry out loud, it will be okay??
Who will not claim me wasted
They know me as a women wanted.
We are different in the name of world
Because we are the victimed one
Who he chooses for his own night
To penetrate the hole with all his weight.
Our medical system in Central Pa.
needs a major tweak.
Unfortunately the absence of care is
daily growing more bleak..
I can't see my cardio. until nearly a week..
A shortage of primary's clearly exists.
I'm currently on four waiting lists..
Drove to an e.r. yesterday to be seen
when my b.p. went up to 216.
Sat in a waiting room for over two hours
as other patients conditions were much more dire.
One young man clearly very sick waited to be
seen with a rupturing appendix..
After two hours of waiting I decided to go, in
hopes that my numbers would return to low,
remembering something my brother said
some time ago..
He said buy some beer it works you know.
Never really developed a taste for beer but
am drinking in the am and it works my dear..
High blood pressures are quite concerning,
alternative methods I'm quickly learning.
I'm almost certain I'm turning German.
I dread closing my eyes
Because when I do,
The sane, real world around me dissolves
Replaced instead by an inner monster
Rising up from the deep dark depths of my mind
I make it sound like I am possessed by a devil
But indeed my mind isn't short of one
Filling me up with raucous laughter
In the most inappropriate of situations
Threatening to tear down the social image of myself
That i have oh so carefully created
So i bow my head down
In the middle of an ongoing fight or funeral
In solemn silence through eyes of an onlooker
While I am terribly preoccupied waging a war with mind for control : over myself
Not so usually do i win this war of thoughts
My mind a more powerful force than i could reckon
Before i get interrupted by reality
And then this war continues again
In the middle of the night
When my eyes won't close
My mind haunts with memories of the past
Unconquerable dreams of the future
Poking the carcasses of long dead conversations
Rupturing my delicate, unhealed wounds
With knives made of guilt, shame and fear
So on so forth this saga goes on
Until I am left with a battered, ravaged body.
The dream devourer
consuming the man and his thoughts
Mo ri yin
I see you
I see you dashing away
With an overwhelming perk
sprinting awesomely
rupturing the mended portal
wrecking the passing phase
Mo gbo o
I hear it
I hear a deafening cough
ibon ti ke
the sound of gun fire
I am scared
urging to get out
struggling with this muddled dream
tossing amidst the flashes
of blade and brittle bones
I strain to whisper
I strain, huffing for strength
peeping outside
only to witness
the mystic portrait
of the darkness
puffing out smoke
Mirror broken, shard's outspoken
Piercing, rupturing, into her heart
No prisoners taken, her life token
Devoured his latest thirst fulfilled
Appetite quenched, now plied art
As sly innuendoes, master skilled
A journeyman of no consequence
Thoughts brims, he can only blart
Ill poised, insecure, inconsequent
Others taken in by this false farce
So he waits on others info to part
As his truth found, is more sparse
What life, left inside of her, awaits
Her wounds heal, new life to start
Takes note of his narcissistic traits
Waits her turn, given no objection
A fury unfurled onto this dim clart
Fulfils a dream, of pure perfection
When it's me for you to get blind
Ehat else you'd have to see in this era
Inhuman
I saw one as to be dead
In front one blink of my eyes
What else even could be expected!
Sophistication
Mad was I in order
To have a simple thought process
Shivery
Soul at its’ peak and rupturing there
And one day it’ll die together with
Annoying?!
Radiation stings sweet
Rivaling the burn of
Razor blades through my soul
Ready to leave a scar
Rupturing the healing
Right before the climax
Reflected in your eyes
Bending a breaking point
rupturing time
Eons of history
skirting the line
Paradox native
our true D.N.A.
Truth as a concept
forever in play
Yessing and noing
transfixed in between
The jester in transit
all canons demeaned
Freeing the moment
the first wedded last
a twist to the turning
—where memory contrasts
(Septa R5 To 30th Street: August, 2023)
Stuck in a burrow dug in fallow land of dismissal,
l don’t know what in notion foundation of thing
humans with insight think as art of living,
conspicuous within sanctuary of soul.
Survival fight throws sordid living into dark abyss,
rupturing frail scaffold of my transitory tomorrow,
shards thrown in ruins of dismal instants,
I can’t run away from sucking chasm.
Failing to find way of flight I try to light lamp of aim,
and light up ambiguous last strip of dark path,
survival instinct within gloomy nook of my mind
prompts to crawl calmly to doorsill of coming days.
As vivacious today surmounts spasm of agony,
turning living spirit into a flash in dark night,
and at dawn into chromatic rays of rising sun,
limits of blissful soul surpass bounds of infinity.
_______________
January 14, 2023
Letter omitted : E
Contest : Lipogram
Sponsored by : Emile Pinet
Pull the pink silky shaft
of this arrow from my heart
Rip it out roughly
rupturing both ventricles
allowing the blood to freely flow
from the ragged wound
hot and red
like lava venting from a volcano
until I lie drained dry and dead
for nothingness is the only bliss
this world will let me know
Burn my body into ashes
to be spread over the soil
somewhere that fate refused me
the opportunity to go
to fertilize the flowers there
so they can sprout and grow
blooming in a glorious show
of colors my soul couldn’t see
for love was never meant for me
Maybe they’ll find their way
into a beautiful bouquet
upon her you'll bestow
Perhaps she’ll wear one in her hair
while posing for a photo
If my ashes were thrown in the air
Do I drift away
Am I in a state of consciousness
Aware of my surroundings
Able to feel love
Am I alone, like now
What will become of my soul
Entanglement of the souls I’ve touched
Will they all forget me
Will it all be for not
Will they care
Will she care
I feel the fabric of my soul rupturing
The Unraveling of our intertwine souls
The warmth becoming cold
The fading of life existence with each other becomes black
Dying souls, decaying away
I can’t imagine life without her
O! Afterthought, Thou art a stern Taskmaster!
Thy Glare’s as gentle, as is Sun on Snow!
O! Heart! Would She have stayed, if I had asked her?
Admittedly, there’s no grimmer disaster,
Than sudden fury rupturing House and Row!
O! Afterthought, Thou art a stern Taskmaster!
Amid the clods and falling dust and plaster,
Will we know we are reaping what we Sow?
O! Heart! Would She have stayed, if I had asked her?
Aimed at my Heart: she ran faster, and faster!
(The storm outstripped, no matter where she’d go.)
O! Afterthought, Thou art a stern Taskmaster!
Dim hope! I pulled her under an alabaster
Fountain, round which the dusky funnel did flow,
O! Heart! Would She have stayed, if I had asked her?
When all had passed, still was the oleaster…
But she lay still, felled by a mighty blow!
O! Afterthought, Thou art a stern Taskmaster!
O! Heart! Would She have stayed, if I had asked her?
Speak to me my desire
where your hillsides come alive
wrap your legs around the beauty
riding long where blueberry thrive
drift down within starlight's fire
flushed against an alabaster sky
rage, rage
bed these trepidations
rupturing through valiant vapors
once thought dormant
now alive
speak to me my desire
where words come to unwind
in the secluded and mysterious
recesses of my mind
In the middle of the first date,
a troubling thought progression occurs:
The computer in me
calculates
success probability
of insertion of
tongue in cheek
at point zero three
Something in the conversation
has gotta change
this imminent failure trajectory
Input date gradient variable:
Nerd ... inverse chemical personality change
Buddy Love ... alter ego accessing
Cool romanticism vectoring
Body red alert!
Eye contact avoidance
creating critical mass passion implosion
Rupturing of the mellow ambient mood
will occur in
ten nanoseconds delta wave oscillation
Dream date bubble burst will ensue
Unanticipated motor response must commence
Hip central cortex command —
Wallflower boy get off the fence ...
kiss that woman,
and pierce that emotional force field
erected around the heart-shaped valence
Update voluntary co-joined gradient variable:
Buddy Love is now in physical operational control
crimson blades lay lifeless
trembling-
drowning-
savored by the gold leaflets
that long for daybreak.
fire-orange blades rage-
detonating-
rupturing-
savored by the chartreuse leaflets
that thirst for rain.
Hues of combustion remain still-
twilight ascends and alleviates
with empathy...
November 7, 2016
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