Everything is a play of the elements
No ratio noticed in this stupid buzz
Only passion, that fails to make sense
Except troubles predated for us
Contradictory rules, badly managed
Each entity maintains their own
Power stands for the power, and savage
Stands for savage with pride overgrown
When these noises are getting too loud
I play music and watch travel films
They lighten my room without sound
Taking me over seas and the hills..
She’s a savage about her promise it’s were her faith resides,
Riding in the reckless she’s a sinners sanctioned dream,
You’ll find it if her lingos lost it’s something she can’t hide
A woman with a past she left her vices in the moment,
Living for the here and now she gives a about atonement,
Breaking down and saving face is a bill that she won’t pay,
Widowed from a life of lies she claims no exes name,
Fame in hostile violence she lives a life of no remorse,
Betrayal made her faithful in the chaos of its course
Courage saved her silence on gods back road Bible Belt
The worth of her new self image depicted on her smile
Strength in new found faith she wears it with no shame
Savage bout her promise she keeps it close by her name
She’s a savage about her promise it’s were her faith resides,
Riding in the reckless she’s a sinners sanctioned dream,
You’ll find it if her lingos lost it’s something she can’t hide
A woman with a past she left her vices in the moment,
Living for the here and now she gives a about atonement,
Breaking down and saving face is a bill that she won’t pay,
Widowed from a life of lies she claims no exes name,
Fame in hostile violence she lives a life of no remorse,
Betrayal made her faithful in the chaos of its course
Courage saved her silence on gods back road Bible Belt
The worth of her new self image depicted on her smile
Strength in new found faith she wears it with no shame
Savage bout her promise she keeps it close by her name
Roaring African Diamond, Rolling Thunder, Beloved Warrior—
Cotton’s Violent Cr-owner craving Tougher, Blacker Pickers
praying Brother, Sisters, Mothers, Fathers couldn’t recover
Delight, Comfort, Dignity, Respect, Fortune, Majesty… covered
Blinded Visions, Inhuman Vitriol flowing through Uncivil
Society. Grander Savages casting Shallow Shadows; Ignoble
Secrets. Darkest Templar, Limited Freedom belongs Nowhere.
What creates a mood
better than music
A tonic to fill
the empty spaces
and writer’s block
What transports the words
better than music
As Elton, Paul
and Cole have shown
— its gift to reign supreme
(The New Room: March, 2025)
Rise Up Warrior And Slay The Savage Beasts
Rise thyself up and fight the angry storm
Tomorrow will certainly be far too late
Stirring winds are flashing their usual norm
In conjunction with busy hands of Fate
Trees swaying, limbs breaking, man what a roar
The angry gods are gifting out their wrath
Dancing up the valley, vengeful they tore
Leaving an unholy ripped up path.
Rise as a young man full of piss and gin
Know how world hits hard as it operates
Kick the new dawn and race onward to win
Swing thy hammer to ruin and decimate
For the crowd rejoices in a winner
Hercules a hero, killed the beast
Have a feast, roast pig for your fine dinner
The slayers are vacationing back east.
Rise up a warrior, with heart and brass shield
Let thy sword arm cut and see running red
Refuse to beg and thee must never yield
Never give up unless you are stone-dead.
Robert J. Lindley, Dec 7th 1979
Rhyme
Note-
Last night we had a party.
The bar was full and truly a'hopping.
Wrote this poem when I got home, then went to sleep.
Lovable he was when I first met him,
Also shy but savage with words,
His smile is something I've never seen before,
I was mesmerized,
You could call it love at first sight,
Or is it admiration,
Talent I've seen,but non like his,
Attraction he wields,
Longing I feel,
A ray of light,
A courage to fight,
A friend for life,
A love of a life,
A fire untamed,
Yoongi min is his name.
A Scotsman sat on a thistle,
If it was a flying missile,
He would have seen it in the air
The prickly thistle just sat there
It didn't even need to whistle.
This Scotsman's name was Jock,
Every morning at 8-o-clock
He took his puppy for a walk
Suddenly the puppy baulked
'Cos he had a shock
Something had bitten his paw,
He held it up; it was very sore,
Jock bent down to have a look
And suddenly felt very crook,
Making him fall on the floor.
He had landed on that thistle,
Which was as hard as bristle
He was too stunned to talk
They did not want to resume their walk
So he signalled to the pup with a whistle.
Morning glories have made
The sunflowers sad,
Bowed down as they are
By the weight of their clingy burden.
While carefree, innocent clover
Lead on to the greenwood
Where gray wolves conspire with ravens,
And whatever’s been eating
Tiger lilies along the fence
Waits with patience
In deep summer shadow.
Economies of profit and loss.
Oh your cuddles, those snuggles;
Oh what savage love
in so gentle a touch;
There is no room for doubt,
I know how far you would go for me;
You are my sweater weather
wrapping me in your just right affection;
A ruthless blend of hurricane air
saving the gentle storm eye for me;
Protective, possessive;
Gale forces in every direction,
oh what savage love;
Anything targeting me deflected
by the strength of your embrace;
Not the shield, the destruction;
You are the disturbance.
The wild horse
free on the prairie,
savage and
poetically
rides...
until someone
imprison its nature...
Is this poetry...!?
Savage Love
Consumes one
day and night.
Memories of
perspiration and
firelight.
Oceanic promises
to stay together.
Remembered,
feathered, kisses
bright as a peacock
feather!
Some think memories
only exist in the past.
Wrong, mine are as
fresh as today's flower
in a crystal glass!
5/22/2021
~2~
tender ten year boy
killed on suspicion of theft
mankind hits new low
24-March-2021
Upon savage surfs
Waves lapping beneath moonlight
The soothing sea air
Savage year-quiet God
in the backwaters
of a brackish riot pond...
9 minutes to trash a life
9 minutes to trash society.
We're walking toward the brink
but we don't have to be...
Black lives-white lives-thin blue line
a dirty cop-church on fire.
God stripped from our lives
Satan willingly filling the void
that creeper of our minds.
Whispers of the end times
but we haven't suffered nearly enough
there'll be more wars and plagues
race riots-disease percolating
and a fire to end all fires-
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