Stumbling upon a surge of sensational hope
Faithful and determined as a shining shark,
About to attack its prey…I pray I learn to cope
With the fact that I’m helplessly swinging on a swing at a kid’s park
Constant loathing has no reasoning behind it
Love strong and beautiful blessings will stay fit
Instant gratification won’t help this out without a doubt
Don’t pout and about…I’m not leaving until I’m completely out of it and about
All lengths of strengths fulfill my soul as a whole
A surge of shamelessness never had a moment so dull
I’m breathing in black coals of envy and breathing out red roses of fun
I’m teething on some Mexican candy and I need some dentist work done
I think most people picture a parting phrase,
The “I love yous”,
Or something like,
“You’re going to be in a better place.”
It’s hard to describe,
I feel like I’ve had sort of a perspective change.
It’s hard not to imagine like I’ve seen death,
And when we locked eyes,
I saw the heat edge of reckoning’s face.
I feel the beating of my Heart’s drum,
The thud,
‘Dum duh dum’,
Speedy pace.
Just the thought of dying keeps me from sleep,
Head held hostage,
The fee for sleeping isn’t worth dreaming myself awake.
I haven’t been eating,
Meals come every several days.
“That’s a symptom”,
Our argument's reflection gleams at us from the squeaky clean plates.
I’m too busy teething to be worried about being flush in the face,
My colours been gone,
I’m blending into both the whites and greys.
I know a funeral when I walk into one
I can tell between a funeral and a burial
They are two entirely different artworks
One is done on grand canvas, with drunken strokes
Of sashaying brush and bleeding paints;
The other is done on mere sand, with foot and hand,
Forming sandcastles built by toddlers.
I know too well because I have my senses
Intact after the last funeral I attended on a gambolling coast.
I should know because I participated in the burial of a
Village lout, a wretched lord, so grand with contumely.
Funeral lasts for days and contains the sounds of cannons
And other elements of ceremonies, so loud, so eloquent,
So ceremonious —full of man and illiterate beasts.
A burial, on the other penurious hand,
Reeks of haste, attended by a teething crowd —
And at times comes with thunder that speaks in jest
And a lightning whose light flickers on all things subpar.
Exchanging my memories for value,
Last week, I visited a pawn shop and pawned my memories.
With each piece, I attempt to disregard the memories.
The most significant item was the wedding ring.
His face appeared before me as we stood
before the judge, exchanging vows that were not upheld.
She attempted to remove the baby ring that no longer fit her.
During her teething period,
I observed her without her expressing any emotions.
I handed the ring over to the cashier, pawning memories I said to him
A gold necklace, the details of its history are unclear, but it is made of gold.
After signing the paperwork, I felt a sense of relief, lightness, and detachment
Although my silver bracelets did not hold significant monetary value, they were of immense sentimental importance to me.
To exchange my memories for value,
It was not as difficult as I had anticipated,
They were simply resting in the jewelry box, awaiting discovery.
Goodbye, my shiny piece of happiness.
Laid on my cold bed
Teething, raw and primal
To be mindless, to focus on what's inside.
A closed door, yet God's eyes are piercing through.
Sweat and tears run down,
My thighs wet with tears, two petals spread open
The night is potruding, my eyes are tired and dry
Raw pleasure and drowning shame leaves a bittersweet aftertaste.
Raw vulnerability, slicing open
Yet to let go leaves me hollow
But if man only relies on his instinct,
What difference still lingers between him and a hungry animal?
Of these three: faith, hope and love- let love reign.
And faith, as essential as one's breathing;
Hope must be second, for a higher plane.
When suffering and heartache stir the pain
And disappointments pierce us like teething;
Of these three: faith, hope and love- let love reign.
The wiser soul despises old refrains,
Focused only on heaven’s high wreathing
Hope must be second, for a higher plane.
The devil spins his lies for sordid gains
God gives His children a three-fold sheathing.
Of these three: faith, hope and love- let love reign.
Abide in heaven’s mercies and His Name
And discover grace and trials easing.
Hope must be second, for a higher plane.
Great aspirations flow through seeker’s veins,
Unimagined heights and glory seizing-
Of these three: faith, hope and love- let love reign.
Hope must be second, for a higher plane.
Open sky,
sitting on a park bench with one arm curved behind a person;
teething smiles shyly undressing my emotional puristic like Adam re-unclothing in
Eden.
Whatsoever is losed of my ascetic,
may it free our eyes to tresspass into our hearts and breakthrough the binders.
Open sky,
like a shaded orange thingy,
serendipity might bring your meaning by a large dream of two days' worth of sleep
after I crept into your eyes and lost something I can't really tell of;
I think it was unshelved, a piece of my bestselling self; consequence: lost.
Obsequies: died for love, the form of death that kills the greed of my homesickness;
consequence: no return.
Open sky,
clear,
yet the sun will soon say goodbye.
Like good friends we watch his actual goodbying but not without the christening of
our love pudding:
sweet child in arm, the sweetest charm we ever cast...
Yours for all time,
burnt the bridge behind and it's a good thing I can't swim,
good thing, but if I could,
I'd swim in your own pull.
My little face says it all
Adults think they know it all
When they don't know a thing
It can be hard sometimes to be a baby
One moment you're the best thing in the world
Everyone loves a baby
But when we. get a little older
We are ignored and end up in the gravy
I tried to rebel
But it didn't
Turn out too well
I should be in the bursary
And our Moms
In the penetrnsuary
Whats a kid like me
Doing in a joint like this?
I suppose it was born at the wrong time
Wrong place
I tried the old trick
When there's when there's nothing left
So plan A cry to draw attention
Only problem was
Both my parents were deaf
I have my own tantrums
People said '' it's just teething problems
But I don't have any teeth"
That's the problem
So I'm here
And must confess
I'm depressed
So embarrassed
And Harrised
Just think
When I get back to nursery?
I walk in looking like a lampshade
The other babies will think I've gone daft
I've lost my marbles!
And laugh!
When I get a bit older
And have my teeth
I can speak
After intense pychothrapy
For Trauma
I warn ye
I may get bigger than those who scared me
Just wait and see.
grandma’s kitten was outrageously large
The guy at the pet store had said “no charge”
They had to get rid of it by end of day
Grandma loved that she did not have to pay
The kitten ate bags of kibbles by the dozen
And chewed off the leg of a slow-moving cousin.
He’s teething grandma rapidly explained to us.
We could hardly stand this little cuss!
She spoke to me
about the semantics of shame,
the seduction and flame,
the name of the pain,
lunatic loop of lost meaning,
complaining of symptoms remaining
robust and teething
weighing upon me
morning through evening
like a stoney smoke stifling,
misidentifying the madness
of this sadness as inherent illness
primordial and permanent,
the face of Her wisdom
a jewel of enlightenment,
a catharsis burning on the coals
of my ingrown crown,
Her voice vouches for my vim
as she says to me with a cerulean sympathy,
The Mind must make Itself
as a heart must learn to heat the soul,
emote to promote the promise of your pulse,
you are not a puzzle
you are a powerful purpose,
emotions are the lights of your eyes
the colors of your concepts,
the verve of your values,
find no shame from your sensitivity,
make love with your intensity...
J.A.B. 2023
The under urge of your undressed drama
delays the days of reckoning damage,
seeking to seethe longer
in the silence of a shuttered subconscious,
then, without waste
a sublimity of humming humility
enters your electric ego,
through eardrums of lavander longing
Himmalayan horns engulf your heart,
the sound of ancient new sublimation
scintillates on the soul's skin,
regeneration from renegade repression
unwraps itself lusterous and loving
upon the warmth of your teething truth,
the truth that beckons
for the beauty of your erupting integrity...
J.A.B. 2023
A Vacant Mind
Does not a vacant mind breed wanton thoughts
That may lead to wilful, wayward actions?
Can we let our precious life be a nought
And to be ever marked with dreary spots?
Can we let it be tied with teething knots
Or rather pull up our dull distraction?
Does not a vacant mind breed wanton thoughts
That may lead to wilful, wayward actions?
Words_ in my garden@ the edge of thorns.
Population cultivation of shrapneled bones.
My thoughts, mine, alone.
My as she helixed the change
of elixired kool aid and iced earth,
Ayahuasca tea to drink under the crystal sun;
To be or not to be undone.
Dangled as a charm over my eyes,
walled popularity,
that rivit ring resurrection machine gun
@A rising force of risen suns,
from the sea of emptiness
@circlet chain fire testing this blue toothed,
teething proofs of brainwashing that is being done.
Cutting me tooths on techlobotomy future suturies,
filling with bad blood,
of milk undone into channels of soured diversities.
Blasphemies abreast of Bathory, Borden,
Mystopheles.
Metaspinions on bile for birth of strange aeons and late night gerd.
Storied olde.
Waking death, rebirth, federation,
mental masturbation, folly, jolly rogered
as if it depends on.
A friend, so I have heard,
fair weather turns cold.
Your Enchanting Face
My love surrounds each little breath
from your enchanting face,
as you rest.
Two teething teeth,
big soft eyes.
Your hair still hides.
Will you always stay this size?
Little baby, you are so soft and round.
Someday little toes will touch the ground.
You made another sweet sound.
I can still carry you around.
A tuffet, a teapot, diddle diddle dee
How blessed I am that you came to me.
Your dolly,
your crayons,
your books
and
songs,
promise you'll never stay away too long.
My love surrounds each little breath
from your enchanting face
as you rest.
The dentist’s poised wearing his gown
I’m anxious, my face wears a frown
He’ll pull out my tooth
(Assisted by Ruth)
I’m thankful my panties are brown!
He powered up his dental drill
The noise from it made me feel ill
Bad tooth he requires
He’ll pull it with pliers
Then present me with a huge bill
Of dental issues I’m now wary -
I find gum injections quite scary
I should have asked Ruth
To save my bad tooth
For redemption with the tooth fairy!
I only wish my appointment had been at tooth hurty and not at 5pm!
06/28/21
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