.
not even
mine persuade
think's
lasso'd theirn fidget
az up
hern raise'did
hips
thoze soft taut
leg'z 'to
kneez
hern slanted visage
introduce'en incite'en
seduce'en
mine think's touch
instigate'n
mine salacious
digit's
'pon this machine
drip
dancing in the wind
like a queen on prom night
tiara slanted
I see my face in a fractured mirror,
It reflects shattered images quite deep,
Secrets that the fragments can hardly hide,
A warped and slanted view of what I was,
Reflecting a pale painful pining face.
I try to glue the pieces together,
But that is a battle lost before-hand,
The fracture dealt, too wide and pulled aside,
The sharp sardonic sides still stay stalemate,
Reflecting myself as a ghastly ghost.
tell it slant~
the world can’t bear the full blaze
of truth all at once.
So we angle it,
tilt it like a mirror catching dusk,
let it shimmer sideways
through the mind.
We speak in glints,
in half-lit metaphors,
in stories that circle the heart
instead of striking it head-on.
Not to hide~
but to reveal
what only soft light can show.
Because some truths
arrive like lightning,
too bright for the naked soul.
But slanted,
they become lanterns~
guiding, not blinding,
warming, not burning.
So we tell it slant,
the way moonlight tells the shape of things,
the way wind tells the shape of trees,
the way love tells the shape of a life~
not directly,
but unmistakably.
Battle axe (For the 2nd Half) ... "At last!"
Way too fast past the rescue rascal hassling haphazardly mastered dastardly bastards' fractions of captioning cast iron spiraling wired wax on wax off golf cart Bart Simpson minced garlic cubes boob tube huge goober schooner dooms Days Taser taker wafer run stun gun NOT funny honey bun for one shunned lonesome wholesome quotient potion grunt of a stunt punt the ball into mid autumn leaves fall raking reiki draped date maker place mat patty whack hacky sack crap slapped happy tap dance romance slanted jambalaya riot spliced mice diet quiet cheese, please teases on both knees bereavement easing Fort Leavenworth girth that brings birth to twerk twerps slurred slurping squirts of hurting beef Jerky lurching around the church yard disbarred and charred crash cars 100 yards too far to see scars Mars rover Range Rover Red rover come over 4 leaf clover lawn mower seed Sower leaf blower as NOT just another voter devotional spokesperson swerving tertiary but too scary hairy fairy blue berry merry go round sage turns the page safe and sound clown town brown bag the sandwich fad dude and all of that...
Let me tell you a story . . .
After my beloved mother passed away,
I needed a place to live my life;
the problem was I had limited money,
and could not afford a modern apartment.
So, I was searching for something mature,
a refuge, sanctuary, retreat, harbor, hideaway:
then, I found her, not ancient but aged graceful,
I loved her character, mood, and mystique;
admit she was elderly and along in years.
I soon found out her windows were drafty,
her wood floors creaked, groaned and slanted:
not decaying, let's say dated and I loved her,
I had to hang my pictures crooked to look straight;
some doors are stiff but she has a respectable porch.
She meets my needs for shelter in every way,
my inherited furniture from grandma looks beatific;
and my collected treasures suit my shabby chic style,
I adore the neighborhood, the parks, and paths;
she is the idyllic haven for this girl to live her life.
Earth gifts us pink clouds
Take her for granted
Leave her all slanted
Until she shouts
And begs
For mercy
At this critical juncture in our history
when flooded by so much misinformation and
slanted news…
It’s time to revisit an African proverb…
Please think about these words as you peruse….
Love truth…even if it hurts you,
Hate lies…eve in they help you.
Reckons where you stand
To interpret what you see-
What is white or black
Is it leaning, is it straight
What's in shadow or in light
Angles change your view
Front appears a certain way
Moving shows the side
Turn once more, the back appears
Perspective shows many views
So as everything
Will be judged from where you stand
Therein lies the fault
Too many angles offered
For perspective to be one
Good can turn to bad
Wrong can suddenly turn right
Perspective slanted
Not just the things we can see
Too- what's favored at the time
Another storm commencing.
Crow is in frolic and frenzied mode.
Searching for another slanted piano.
Upsetting melody and rhyme once again.
I haven't fully recovered from prior precision strikes.
One more slash and the heart is below the waterline.
Please mind your business and pass me by,
Bullseye...you've landed on my keys once again.
Cork screwing the mind-laying black to the breeze.
Your nonchalant carnage is nearly complete.
Now you just linger to mock and to tease.
To place my last tear in your big bloody beak.
Please- please-please, for the love of God, just leave.
Firstly I loved a Libran who seemed so fair,
He lives his life with a certain kind of flair,
Yet over time showed he never would care
About the ways I would leave my heart bare.
Secondly I loved a Geminian man so couth
He listened to me even when I spoke truth.
But after few years, he took me for granted,
I felt a sudden silence left my heart slanted.
Thirdly, finally, I met an Aquarian so perfect,
I fallen so fast for his sweet, cool intellect.
I love him for all of what he is and has been,
I want to be in his future in which we win.
I loved through all three air element signs,
I indeed tried each like they were fine wines.
But now I see, fate was simply preparing me
To be mature enough for my true destiny.
I wish the whole world could come share
This park with me
With us
This Sunday afternoon
Run under the spire of blue sky
Green Earth
Shoes to their feet
Experience a freedom from fists and elbows
Fighting itself
Within a slavery box tucked in a palm
Come to this park
Where a dozen boys in a mix of colors
Team under the basketball hoops
And whoop it up
And a field-wide game of cricket
Unfolds with Indian teams in home-made jerseys
Women rocking their picnic baskets
Pickleballs batted over a dozen nets
Dog walkers and runners old and young
Boys and girls gay or not
Weaving this tapestry of happiness
The river streaming by like leaves in the sky
Last flowers aching
Deer peering behind the Oaks
The slanted heat of October sun
Shined upon all our faces
Forever and ever
As one.
The harvest moon rises, the old bullfrog croaks
And a cricket crescendo takes wing
And how the wind howls through the old broken oak
In a feeble attempt to sing
When autumn arrives, or when autumn leaves
When all seems to be as it should
Those soft-spoken memories are heavy this eve
As we wander off into the woulds
Let us stroll through the slanted gold sunlight
And over that mossy stone wall
But what if we find there is no other side
And what if we fall through the fall?
When it’s October, or when it’s Oct-over
When it seems we’ve done all that we could
November remembers the stories we told her
When we wandered off into the woulds.
So many are saying things unkind,
disparaging or hurting some other.
Saying whatever crosses their mind,
and often the truth they will smother.
Often each story is slightly slanted,
with a straight face, many belie.
Once it’s news it can’t be recanted,
and half a truth is still 100% lie.
Time flies like a fiery peregrine.
Infinity takes its bronze sweetened time.
Seeing all with the opaque eye of an aged terrapin.
Time is a tambourine -it has little mercy.
It'll wake you from your sweetened sleep.
Infinity is the fluted Buddha of compassion.
A shaman of other-worldly things.
In between lies a wizard placing souls in a crystal ball.
Shaking out the nightmare from their dreams.
The well-intentioned walk the earth searching for the key.
To unlock the treasure chest to life's grand mystery.
Some take the Ayahuasca path into other realms.
To forever mince the ego within its iron shell.
One trip brings a crystal forest of angels.
The other, the fractal mind of mechanical elves.
A carnival ride into a slanted room of mirrors.
Where seekers are seen forever searching for the self.
Jesus, the pristine, forgotten upon a restless throne.
Rehearsing parchment lines for the final scene...
The immaculate firefly, forever gently guiding.
The faithful along the long-ragged path to back home.
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