Drifting in and out of consciousness
On the verge of oblivion
A distant rumble
Tumbled
Into
Existence
It rolled through the valley
And then promptly
Disappeared
Into
Silence
The creatures of the night
Stood rooted in place
Gazing up at
The sky
Into
Darkness
As if sensing an audience
The rumble tumbled
Back into being
BOOMING
Into
Action
Most creatures scattered for shelter
While others huddled in awe
Listening, anticipating
Her awesome
Entry
Into
Revelry
She did not disappoint their attentions
Splashing light in thunderous
Pauses of violent display
Hurling white hot
Bolts of energy
Like spears
Of drama
Into
Mindfulness
Her booming joy threatened to bring
Down the house before, as if
On queue, she eased back
Drenching the valley
At curtain call
Lulling her
Audience
Back
Into
Oblivion
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Sitting down, face set like a flint, I was afraid to make God frown, a beam of light pierced my crown...
Flipped my world upside down...
Claimed to be satan but it wasn't a demon of any renown.
Lunged toward me with a sword, sharp edged, gleams like gold, "I just want to break your mold", she said, she etched, those words in my memory,
I called it bold.
I had no choice, I drew my blade, I pray that God will be my aid. Clash! And I saw a flash, it was not a nightmare. Bash! My lungs were not robbed of air. Truth rang with every slash, "is it you I have to thrash?"
I was cornered then alas. I closed my lids, I gave her the pass. Kill me now, let my soul transpass.
Her silence echoes like thunder, as she buried her sword in my chest. End me, now put me to rest.
But the heavens did not claim my heart that night, clattering of chains that once bound me, held me, ever so tight, is what they got, from me that night.
My delight...
I hear violins playing
Oscillating in the auditorium
As the orchestra resounds
Behind the chambers of my heart
Bittersweet melodies plays aloud
I cannot escape -
That sweet summer rain
Which fills my heart
With such melodies of ballads
Shedding tears that reflects
I cannot escape.
Within the amphitheatre of the city,
I sang aloud lyrics of gloom and mourn
Behind the cages of my bleeding heart
I found the rain to be my shedding tears
As notes and sheets of music play
Violins and orchestra play in unison
Along with my brokenness I sang
Curtain up
Situation
Action
Drama
Response
Suspense
Tears
Fears
Emotions
Reactions
Darkness
Death
Loss
Moment
Despair
Anguished
Disturbed
Spotlight
Finale
Rejoice
Hope regained
Bows
Curtain comes down
Captivation
Audience applause
There is an acting coach in Battle Creek
Who taught his theatrical collie to speak
Now portraying King Lear
He’s Time’s Dog Of The Year
And stars in Lassie Call Home in a week
1/15/22
I’ve made my choice for my next life
I’m coming back fierce as a drag queen
I’ll be osé and voluptuous
flamboyantly vivacious
in stilettos and seductive gowns
wigs of lush luscious curls
belting out steamy tunes
on stage in cabarets
strutting my stuff
impersonating divas
living life large
as it is meant to be
with a passion that’s ferocious
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Theoretical physics! Where the mind
meets itself in abstract
Lines of divergent thoughts:
The noodle of the universe!
EXPLOSION OF CREATIVITY
BOOM!
ASWHERE most humanity is far away
From the LIGHT
THE MIND'S shadow is dim
But not them: Einstein,
Bohr, Kaku, Hawking, and Guth!
Closer --
The shadow more defined!
A five-digit hand touching
the wall of the bone
of cave where all sight is
seen but not them.
THE EXPLORATION OF OUTER SPACE
through INNER SPACE!
And they appeal to the masses!
Zeal, entertainment, and
Breaking down the fundamentals
so we can all understand!
:: 01-04-2018 ::
Curtains drawn drawing me in
past trinkets left as mementoes
reaching for stars and moments
filled with honeydew kisses
keepsakes kept inside
Sugared apple blossom scents
fill the void nowhere left to hide
scarlet petals wrapped in wonder
float atop the steamy waters
of a long lost one act play
Reflection of sated imperfection
staring into an open invitation
robes dropped but fearing a
cold shoulder a twist of fate
a simple smile can sedate
Pockets full of daisies held
the journey into futures
untold whispers in the breeze
putting a worried mind at ease
reliving a childhood dream
This just in, we are long drawn out drab sentences of our breath,
trying to base a topic off epiphany's languid scry, waiting on osmosis to spark a nerve.
Crinkled pages, termites gnawing on pencils, saw dust.
Failed improvs to deliver colloquial precedence, un performed characters with ventriloquist strings for livelihood, the presentation uncanny to scintillating epitomes.
Group 2, line one, drawing a line in the sand. Out of the blue sparks a Big Bang, a flash of genius, a flicker of brilliance in a nano second, staged to theatrical dreams of sun dance wins.
Then there is me, clapping my hands in silenced tongue, speechless with hesitation in my thoughts, smoking in the after burn of rust, only the mind would know what to say left in the smoke clouds of their creation.
I've got nothing, quick sand running through my fingers like vapors in edgewise, and while I am still just breathing they just are, encircling around me like a shooting star.
No drama,
Criticized,
No scene,
Criticized,
No theater,
Critized,
No life,
Criticized,
No death,
Criticized...
A hipnotic spell,
A happy comedy,
An impact of tragedy,
A depressive sorrow,
A constant paranoia,
A living psychology,
A passing psychiatry...
An endless beginning...
From the silent lips
That birthed the nightmare
‘twas heard round the universe
The infamous speech ‘tis dusk
Fabricated insomnia’s silhouette
the hands of time living
In naked draughts of infancy
adorning the skylines
With theatrical chases
Fostering handsome fairings
Fluorescent and creamy
‘Twas the fabric that was her skin
With lecherous taunts she told me
“All this and more could be yours.”
I gasp in profound sighs as gradually
I inundate beneath naughty theories
Upon your lips
first was a peak of interest
alluring for sharp strokes of passion
a moan here, a groan there
as a theatrical climax infuses
Shadows form a discreet curtain shrouding love's address
Entering the hypnotic stage, stardust caress
Refracting moonbeams sweep balcony focusing spotlight on gleaming tress
Endeared minstrel plucks heart strings wooing his princess
Nightingale perches in love's apron unbridled passion to express
A romantic balad with blithe melody, congruent harmony; decorum to dress
Dancing to the orchestra, striking a subordinate note; fealty to impress
Enthralled audience captivated by the last, ingratiating bow of courtliness
Medieval Stage vocabulary
apron: a stage that projects out into the audience area.
orchestra: orchestra pit is a lowered area between the stage and the audience.
An allegory, comparing theatrical play to wooing troubador.
Glorious evening,
Entertaining golden rays:
Stadium of clouds.
Hotel terraces art nouveau ironwork and interiors
Mother of pearl cufflinks painters actors musicians
Scooters racing around an antiquity filled Italian city
Mediterranean charm "How do you like your breakky?"
Feeling faint she lay on the comfortable chintz couch
And began to doze off to sleep...two cherubs red hair
Sea-green eyes turned up frecked nose sniffed air
Clove cigarettes perfume of sandalwood musk rose
Fresh strawberries slithered onto his awaiting lap
Beautifully chiselled shaven jawline elegantly poised
Handsome blue eyes dazzled like secret treasures
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