The once was a group on Fourth of July
Who partied with all that money could buy
Games and food suited their mood
A flaming dessert seemed good
Until a roman candle torched their pie
The star fragment has chosen another.
Darling, if your heart is righteous—
and if you desire to guard the cosmos,
I will wait a hundred years for you.
When these colors fade to grey,
you’re a million miles away.
Galaxy heart, soar as high as you want my love.
Torched within, I yearn for those eyes once more.
These endless cycles of night and day,
light and darkness, they both exist inside.
I must see you again.
Yet, I can’t bear the torment of isolation.
Spilling grounds, wind cyclones, eruptions.
Signs of your imminent arrival.
I can’t endure this anymore.
My time here has been a spec in the span of your quest.
The power of the cosmos
My galactic empress.
Now that the storm has finally come,
I wait patiently in the field of flowers.
Dreaming of seeing my shooting star once more.
I haven’t forgotten your canvas, paramour.
If I must wait another hundred years,
I will follow your path of stardust.
Because that is the will of the heavens,
the fate determined by the stars.
Time the lies were finally binned
Greedier needier leaders grinned
Pacts who the facts have spinned
Scorched earth torched & skinned
Fossil fuel fools acts have sinned
Renewable is doable hopes pinned
As some resources haven’t thinned
We will always have sunshine & wind
What country? Has the fastest growing rate of Christian converts.' Which country
Recently torched images of baal.' Which
Country claims it has a self-imposed ban on keeping nucleat weapons? Also the
Chemical variety.' I do beleive its the same
One now under attack, by nuclear armed powers.' Maybe all the points I quote are
Wrong.? Can anyone let me know.?
High sunned, he's blazing out
A brand new trail.
As lengthy day's lit hours; that stretch
More scorched, to mid eve.
Weeks away - for their sake!
Boys, gods believe!
" This; with hottest torched clutch;
As breathless, we!
This prospect, but catching up with.
Joy's. Yours, mine. Spurred.
As shows, through each hot-ran desire
Feet, ice-unfettered."
Mystery confounds at the G surrounds the pitch
Crumbled wickets tumbled so quick got a stitch
Far too spicy the unfair square did jar & bewitch
Russian roulette regret net humbled willow flitch
Was cricket’s largest grounds really the only hitch
Too dicey to try defence too pricey.. that's their pitch
Foolish pretence was hatched by players who snitch
Curator of this thatched turf was the ghoulish glitch
Moderator of surf the scorched earth torched must ditch
Batters so dismal no in abysmal nick will still bit*h
Madhatters trick they must scratch that ersatz itch
Say only way they will play gotta just flick the switch
Stats are for prats.. the caveat everyone bats kitsch
So to just then pick on the pitch.. well it is a bit rich!
My pride is bruised
My heart’s been used
My mind’s abused
I’m so confused
Your love had ridges
You burned our bridges
Ignored my wishes
Threw me like dishes
I once felt whole
you torched my soul
If heart break’s the goal
you played a good role
I sink into sadness
I echo the madness
Facedown in my mattress
Like a Hollywood actress
Romantic malpractice
Your love’s like a cactus
I’m pricked by your thorns
And I drown in your storms
You were a lesson to learn
Touched your fire til I burned
You turned my heart into an urn
Now you’re no longer my concern
Satsuma Tumour
Sense of Humour?
That Groomer Rumour
Cometh the Hour
Cometh the TAN!
People Power Glower should Flower
Grassy brassy knolls
But proles at the polls
Sold their Souls
To joust like Faust
Ignore Marcel Proust
Cower before the Ivory Tower
Odd bod elite’s law
Tweets of Sod and God
No Enlightening
Repeats the prism
Or algorithm beats
Every criticism schism
“Ism”..a frightening..lightning rod
Pot..black..kettle knack
Debauched cheats pedal to the metal
Out of whack flak attack
Unsettle our mettle
Plot to settle that score
Scorched and torched serfs
Any petal in fine fettle
& the earth's core
I caught me a Dingo
I named that dog Bingo
He was no more than three
He watched o'er my nippers
And fetched me my slippers
What a good dog was he
One day while out walking
I heard people talking
They were talking 'bout we
"Look at you and that dog"
"That cur smells like a hog"
"You should set that mutt free"
"Since you've more than one child"
"And him raised in the wild"
"It's not safe can't you see"
With their hearts full of lead
They then shot Bingo dead
Said "God meant it to be"
"Now you can just shoo"
"Before we shoot you too"
"Hang you high from this tree"
Defiled, I left wriggling
They smiled and left giggling
Guess the joke was on me
So later on that night
I grabbed gas can and light
To set Bingo's soul free
I crept up like a mouse
And I torched their damned house
Then danced 'round it with glee
Through dead flames and flashes
I gathered their ashes
And cast all out to sea
Now I take it with pride
That he sits by God's side
And chases his Frisbee
They followed him.
They obeyed and fulfilled his commands.
They ate and drank with him.
Then they all went their separate ways
From the one True and Living God
Having a future of being torched.
Having a future of being crucified.
Having a future of being spit on.
Having a future of being skinned alive.
And more of the terrible reasons to die.
The disciples risked their lives
To spread Gospel across the world and teach
The only religion to Four-Corner the Earth
Teaching all nations and baptizing them
WHY DID THEY RISK IT?
Because they had SEEN the truth
They'd witnessed the living God
They'd witnessed the miracles
They'd witnessed the return of the King
No Man Will Go That Far for False Lies
Jesus is Real
God is Real
Heaven is Real
My foe is back
Eight years later
Still tracking footprints
Still throwing shade
Chief hater
Slinging grenades in stacks
Click boom
Lurking like a swamp gator
Cold blooded
No tact
No soul
Just impact
Takeover in phases
Careers torched
Dreams scorched
You hateful witch
Buy
Destruct
Sell
Demonic greed
On a platinum shelf
You torch what you touch
Then grin to yourself
You will never understand
Here take this
It’s useless
Like rebellion in a Fortune 500
Fruitless
Like screaming in a soundproof room
Mute this
But I can't
I won’t
So I do this
Sick with the heat of it
Haunted by the truth of it
Dragging myself
Down this road
Again
No map
No justice
No righteousness
Sans thought, memory fades, we rest,
in time stretched peace, by God’s hand blessed,
poised as awareness self-aware,
laying in the void, our soul bare,
empty of both fear and desire,
as we’re torched by God’s cosmic fire,
pervading every cell of form,
touch divine with which we conform,
our focus firm by night and day,
treating this dream life as mere play.
once
again
the warmth
of sunshine
showered my being
awakening the inkwell of mind
overflowing in musing contemplations
of allegorical messages
of a fertile womb
of mind seeking to inoculate
others against infectious
lies of deceit
sowing apathtic seeds towards
empty scales of justice
and plowing
that pandemic-abracadabra
oppressor syndrome
that we must uproot
in the awareness
of ancient poetic-tragedies
being a thing of the past
and that we must be even stronger
than that ancient survivor*
whose torched memory
ignites burning spears
of seasonal reaities
shaping the fall
of winter-like discontentment
ushering in the springing
of our rooted renewed
liberating spirits...
*Othello
A pretty little rose born in desert land
Growing in torched hot sand
Where loneliness all around
And no company can be found
Lashed by sunlight
Dry out in hot thirsty night
Though don't know why to live
Fragrance it can give
And it will do
Thought I can't smell you
Wednesday 2004
A grain of sand
In torched desert land
Though many around
Burned with no pain or sound
No man or machine
Can tell the difference in between
Though they look the same
Each one has a different name
Even if you don't what to call
A brick and a brick make a wall
Repetition of the same
Different in number different in game
1/2/2005
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