Ideas jumbled
tiny messages in space
seldomly captured
The thing about killing Angels
you have to remember is always go for the kill shot
Most of them can easily take a grenade to the face
Those arch ones usually stay put and watch
Basically on tap with God
Seldomly they will make an appearance
Demons are tricky
Disguise themself basically animal vegetable mineral
One time my electric razor tried to bite a clump from my cheek, huh still makes me smile
He turned towards the boy
His crumple of a face
grimacing
The book boy learn it well
He turned hunched over
Bent and snatched the head from
the prone child at his feet
The sack boy open it
Without the head
We won’t be fed….
The boy pulling a single golden strand from his pocket
the strand warping reality around it
air forming the sack
Please
Just once
Not a three point shot…
Another 3 seconds he chide only infinity to go
At this rate we will be working long after the end
1 minute smiling
Like a Cheshire cat
Laid in wait like a masked paid assassin
Only for 2 minutes later
To be found crying
Lying in the fetal position
Sucking on your own thumb
Like a new born baby
Cradled in a manger
No 1 knows or for what
Apparent reason either or either occurs
We seldomly even know ourselves
Let alone are able to help or can stop it
Despite full well knowing the signs
From the initial onset institaneously
We simply don't or can't tell
What is going about to happen
From 1 minute moment to the next
Until eventually the dust has settled
And we are no longer smiling
But crying filled with remorse and regret
Fanny's flirts and flings had found her fickle fame,
She couldn't shed her shady shame off her name.
T'was more give than take,
Yet none for her sake -
Till one fond foreplay - Fanny finally came.
From there Fanny's fishy repute fell deep down,
Far, wide and beyond her native English town.
Not the faintest flirt
She would ever blurt -
Fanny from then came with a fret and a frown.
Fanny's infamous frenetic fellow Dick
Stood up and came to comfort Fanny real quick.
Dick and his glory
Left in a hurry -
Perpetuating plot - Fanny and the Prick.
To Dick's bewildered eyes it turned out Fanny,
In the grand scheme of thing was drag queen Tranny.
Dick ran for his life,
And back to his wife -
Scared, seldomly strayed from adoring Annie.
April 28, 2023
Your compassionate empathy, envelopes all of me
Eyes dark like the night, yet only one star do I see
My eyes are raining from your souls sensuality
I want you to know you own my sentimentality
The waters mixing between us are purifying perpetually
Honoring who you are is not founded in any complexity
Cut the strings, in sharing presence we are not marionettes
Enjoy us, for us, in moments seldomly shared by puppets
A tiny stage built by you and I to act out our plays
All memories created to recall on life's gloomy days
Never a daunting obsessiveness of you on my mind
Just simply thinking of you always as my kind of "kind"
'In Darkness I Survived'
A darkened silhoutte
an apparition of rage
or
was it despair
I feel this pain coursing through tattered veins
my cries unheard
is that fair
a violent whisper screaming
terrible things inside my head
like bad dreams
those
eerie echos
I so often heard
were voices that are dead
a memory from before
where I was abandoned
crying with tears on the floor
wondering why
I felt so alone
the love taken from a man
who has already lost too much
my ashen bones tremble
and ache
Tell me God
What will it take
To see this storm of misery fade
the inner chaos is often familiar
the madness reigns
before I join a vacant table for dinner
I feel this rage
seldomly quoted a winner
in violence I know
to silence a screaming whisper
echoing let there be blood flow
storming
like
clouds of pain
tears bleed eternal
as
I am falling
to darkness a place I call insane
Will that be my atonement
an early grave
fearing the unknown
or
will I find my strength to overcome this apocalyptic rain
with my Queen standing aside my Throne...
Today marks another
Day unto being the
Beginning in which we
Seldomly look upon as
Being my wand in foot
Stepping towards the
Lessons promises taught me
When it's bosom rocked
The hand that shook
Truthfully leaving behind
A legacy of guilt and
Shame.
But I promised you this
And I promised you that,
But I never made any
Efforts towards showing
You that everything you
Look at. Isn't always
What it is out to be.
Yesterday's Promises.
It was made out of love
It was made for a reason
It had its purpose
It was the implementation
Absolutely it was
Appeared seldomly
Thoughtfully was that decision
There was no turning back
I had to indulge my inner self
I had to entertain my curiosity
I had to challenge my intelligence
I had to breath
Acknowledgement of a gift that was never used
Evolution of thoughts that were bottled inside
Praises of a job well done which brought achievements
Honouration of yourself
Of all things,
She opened my mouth and built a bridge only we knew existed.
She arranged pillar upon pillar
Of steel beams.
I struggled understanding what
To do with the left over bolts.
She grabbed my hand
Taking turns throwing them on the outskirts of where we stood.
We stood between the beams,
An incline of sights seldomly seen.
Afraid of heights she rarely looked down.
She'd bury her head in my chest
Very rarely she looked down.
Spoken words clustered in steel beams
Without fear of plunging below
I'm not hurting, surprisingly I'm doing okay.
Of all the things I've been thinking, seldomly of you which use to be everyday.
I have to get better at being alone.
I'll never be any different if I can't do it on my own.
It'll take everything that I got, but I have to give it my all.
Cause I just can't stand here, and watch myself fall.
What else could Justice be than the equal
Application of the Law’s provision
To the interest of diverse parties?
I do not have to share your values to
Share your constitution and citizen’s
Rights. Even though tomorrow, we may find
Ourselves on the aisle’s opposite sides,
Today we march in solidarity.
She is blind, our Lady holding the Scales,
Impartial to your status. But Ideal
Conditions seldomly prevail, and he
Who brings the greatest money to the bar
Gets to create the story being told,
While the poor are fitted to their fiction.
She wasn't selfish enough,
That was the problem.
She would think about it often,
Sometimes she even made plans.
Seldomly she'd even start to prepare.
Though she never took the last step.
She wasn't selfish enough.
That was the problem.
She wasn't selfish enough,
That was the problem.
Once, she had thought it through.
Once, she had made the plans.
Once, she had finished the preparations.
Once, she had taken all but the last step.
But she wasn't selfish enough.
And that was the problem.
She wasn't selfish enough,
That was the problem.
The thought of family and friends,
it always stopped her.
She didin't want to make them suffer.
So insted she kept on suffering.
She wasn't selfish enough.
And that was the problem.
I tend to leave a lot of things unfinished
like half the pages in my notebook
either losing interest or simply having the need
to do something else with the intention of coming back to it
but it seldomly happens
no need to continue what i felt yesterday
if today brings me new ideas i would like to explore those instead
but sometimes i do wonder how half these pages could have ended..
in the land of blue rays there are long days!the wemen are differnt from here i held them so dear!the sun is blue too it tingles you!they beleive in three great spirits creaters of infinity loving as can be!they walk around seldomly talking cause they are telephic you see angelic beams of the spirits light their moon is bright orange at night!angels from another world i need you now,please come to me and show me your light take me too the land of blue rays tonight!
even the sun goes down, heroes eventually die
horoscopes often lie, tearful eyes become dry
jobs come and go, people you thought you knew, you never really know.
hello's become goodbye's
doing the lows, put you on your highs
what was occasionally is now often...
and what was often is now seldomly...
the words I LOVE YOU starts to sound rehearsed
...and the things you used to do out of love, now seems like a chore.
you're older now, past times that used to be fun, is now a bore
love has it's conditions, hearts can change positions
what was always, now seems like never
the sad days ain't getting no better...but the bad days make you more better
...and the places you thought you'd go, you never really went
...and the people you thought you'd meet, you haven't seeked.
...and trust me, you know when the rain turns into hail, but when all else fails...
U LIVE, cause that's LIFE.
U live Life
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