Lightning, split slight stressors?
Roll, scissors, as you slide.
Questioners and confessors?
Xiphoid, clench. Trench, tide.
Vast and valid, vipers?
Onyx castle, blocks green.
Flippers, flickers, slick stripers.
Stone sabbath subterrene.
Quahog, quill, quincurion.
Quest quixotic quell.
Dark fire, drape the deadly dawn.
Wishing well, cell, gel.
Occultation, oculus.
Occipital bridge.
Holluschickie, thumb callus.
Rift riddle red ridge.
Oblivescent, oblocute.
Deny and forget.
Ladder, down the fiery chute!
Subtlety, snakebit!
Obtenebrous, oil, obtest.
Shadow, grip and squeeze.
Witness called? Will we protest?
Mad maze mysteries.
Obvolvent, ocarina?
As solvents chambers be.
Disabuse, Proserpina?
Why, good sir, that is me.
Halcyon heart, hatchet hold.
Digging for dead gold.
Luminescence? Leopold?
Mycelium, mold...
searching empty rooms ~
what do my tender hopes seek
now that I am all moved out
~ ~ mattered - not oblique ~ ~
sadly - whole house seems aloof
even walls just feel the roof
Mrs Valid
Mrs Valid resigns herself to
permanent living in
potholes.
W ho employs the fiction?
H igh heaven will sustain!
O ffer faith against the fools
All these strangers…
Although we all move through the same cycle of isolation.
Feeling connected at times.
But never at the same moment.
I find myself living in the echo of their stories.
I am being treated.
With the help of others.
As well as being treated kindly.
I hope they seek treatment someday soon.
And eventually, validation.
For me as well.
I believe that deep down, love is the reason why every season feels like a treason.
I felt a frisson with no valid reason,
It made my everyday feel like a holiday.
And made me search for soulmate today.
I felt a frisson with no valid reason,
Imprison this poison of love in this prison,
It shall feel the treason as a lesson.
As I am in search of a soulmate today,
During every season for a valid reason...
Love.
At times I sit & wait for the sun
To uncover all the things about you
that for some reason or another I cannot say.
For every thought I've had about you
I've written down, torn out and swallowed
in the spine of a different book.
One covered in flesh and parted by the red sea.
One day you'll find them.
When the sun rises and the wind is high.
You'll see all that passes.
One day I'll be full and have no choice
but to sail in a buoyancy of water.
One day you'll look down
& See a reflection of me bottled up.
When the sun rises and is full and at it's peak.
All will be revealed.
You'll be so overwhelmed
At how beautiful broken glass shines in the sun.
If only for a moment.
I too am valid
pale people
paling comparisons
heads on takes
lives at stake
*paling- a fence made from pointed wooden or metal stakes
a stake used in paling
6/21/2020
I had a conversation with my darkness yesterday
With an option to explore it more. And more.
I had a naïve time and it treated me straight upfront.
Things random do, nothing unusual or offensive.
I thought about it in the dawn, so true and clear.
And I prayed for the eastern sky from the deepest.
Unknowingly for a moment.
I never want to know. Any more.
Reason you give, rings unsound,
Beyond logic, and no longer valid,
Premises of lies, conclusions rogue,
Arguments and fallacies, just full of lies.
Think you I be deceived, and love you again?
Ney, think I cherished, these last days?
Ney, think I drowned, in your plays?
Ney, I think you failed, and I wont be fazed.
Attempts to cull the human unborn have caused mass controversy
despite the widespread damage this can cause to the population
under stable growth moving forward killing the weaker of our group
Whom are unable to defend themselves
from this violent abuse system ever originating
crushing morals branded as an inferior being
Devaluing it's space of origin with these loveless acts of aggression
towards another comes these deeply engraved remarks
twisting truth turns venom and drinks from the souls of those innocent bodies
Sacrificed as something rejected unworthy of love
murdered not being up to standard classified worthless
challenges the political role as lawless agendas creep
The wide scale damage this causes on society
at large it mounts up to an industry with inbuilt uncertainty
revisits our future as the signs of chaos condemning basic rights to death
Truth is overrated
with the flow of anger
everyone has a cursed soul
in which they can't lie
or sugar-coat the truth
So the truth is out there
Can You Handle The Truth!
Why treat another
With disrespect
I ask
Can't understand why
People think that it's
Ok to disregard the
Feelings of another
Human being
Just because
They are children
And your an adult
No matter how
Old we are we all
Just would like to
Be told your feelings
Are valid
I want to write a poem about
Just in case you are mad at me
Do you have a valid reason
to be mad at me?
Is it something I do
Or is it something
you think I do?
If it is the latter
I didn’t do it
Is it something I say?
Or is it something you wish I say?
If it is what I say
then I can’t help it
It’s the truth
I can always be wrong
But for the moment
That person is not me
I wasn’t there?
I totally got hold up
By my erratic schedule
So the next time
you are mad at me
Just think you may not
want to be mad at me
Because I have a valid reason
And you don’t
Know
Lol
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