The place is so dark
Feels like unfertilized in an egg shell
Can't imagine how to stark
Can't hear anything to tell
Suddenly a distant door popped and appear
Too far from me I can hardly see
I was breathing underneath my chest that spear
Like an arrow molded to pierce and tee
My world where I was standing
Began to open and start gleaming
You come to me with extended arms
With you I sing with open arms
Thank you for everything.
"Life goes on as we all smile with hope.
Keep dreaming because time of your life never offers a nope!"
(Prosebite)
Categories:
unfertilized, thanks,
Form: Verse
Romantic overtures
like gaudy butterflies
kissing all blooms
that come their way,
teasing me, haunting me,
flirting with me
and playing havoc
with my feelings
Are you really harmless?
Is it fatal poison I drink?
I ask for hero worship
I get senseless fiddle-fuddle.
I ask for endearing emotions,
I get teasing quips
and seamy punch lines
that make me feel worthless,
shabby and trivial.
I yearn for meaning
I get trivia, empty promises,
like husks of unfertilized corn,
like a rundown house
abandoned even by ghastly ghosts,
or like a hot futile desert
filled only with smouldering sand,
empty even of a hopeful mirage.
Should I be thankful
that you bestow your love on none,
that you just love to trifle
with every man's heart?
Alas, I love you too much.
Categories:
unfertilized, how i feel, love,
Form: Free verse
indisputable... !
unwritten verses,
lost verses,
unpaired,
are children
unfertilized
that we will not generate
the same... !
Categories:
unfertilized, allusion, appreciation, birth, creation,
Form: Light Verse
The good faith of a seed
is to live together
before we die apart.
The bad faith of a seed
or an unfertilized egg
or a barren matriarchal womb
or a fake-gospel message
despite MotherEarth's transparently inclusive kindnesses
festers fear apart
more than healing life together.
Good faith speaks up for restorative health.
Bad faith talks down to vindicate self-righteous
supremacy,
holier than thou-ness.
Bad faith reiterates
and redistributes
and retributes Vengeance Is Mine
until only those who share this particular bad faith virus
are left speaking
and prophesying among ourselves,
predicting
and incarnating our own self-righteous bad faith seeds,
monoculturing weeds
of unnaturally reified laws,
rules,
prejudice against those outside
our narrow-minded folds,
failures of regenerative empathy.
Good faith restores sacred polycultural outcomes
of spirit
and body
and mind
and soul
and heart
and reason
and science
and evolutions
and revolutions
of nondual grace economies
as merely everyday MotherEarth ecological lessons,
witness,
wisdom without bad seeded walls
against Sacred Wonder.
Categories:
unfertilized, fear, gospel, health, integrity,
Form: Prose Poetry
I picture myself on a bicycle
speeding past this fallopian tube of a man
with the stop sign
squeezing cars through one at a time
like unfertilized eggs
that disappear
into a blur
of uterine dust
I need to get to work on my own road
if he would just flip that sign over
I promise
I will go slow
Categories:
unfertilized, life,
Form: Free verse
Your lily white skin belies
the cracked visage required for your attainment.
You spread, all to willingly, upon my black heat.
The edges of you curling with unseemly delight.
And while my iron heart holds many things above you,
only you arrive unfertilized, virginal to my frame.
The core of you quivering, liquid, wet, responsive to my firmness.
Just a cook's tool, am I, but I too have needs.
And once your fragile, white has crisped to brown
and you have flipped for some one else,
do me a favor, take your sunny-side up self and leave,
cast off from my caste iron self.
Categories:
unfertilized, imagination,
Form: Personification
I have played thief. I
have gone a-viking, and
I have stolen the encapsulated equivalents of uterine
linings.
(from various species of fowl)
I at this very moment delight in the taste of the
unfertilized gamete, and may I just say that these lifeless
cholesterol bombs go very well with fried tubers and zesty
strips of fatty swine.
life, my siblings.
Life is beautiful, and
the true colors of nature are shades and hues of sanguine blood.
red/after oxygen
blue/before.
Categories:
unfertilized, food
Form: Free verse
Ink dashed,paint splashed,
gaush splotched
smeared and painted stained glass
fissured into irredescent shards reflecting clash
with bright technicolor light,its bright center
an unfertilized egg,overwhelmed by splintered
cells,chosen sperm that will grow and never tell
of wading plasma,mired in cigarrette miasma
Halogen light bleeding bright,from this distance untamed
bursts like shattering bulbs peircing wide staring eyes tamed
by dimming candle flame
Mediums tramsformed from their natural form and brillance's born
its odd subject matter framed,its message conveyed by paint splatter
its symmetry and definition enhanced by light's conture
conveys an eccentric prodigy matured
It's eve's hour,the time told by closed pedal flowers
the longer days delayed sleep
as time is forgotten,fond memories,is its creator's keep
Categories:
unfertilized, art, imagination, time,
Form: Narrative