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THE SLUR
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reaching the limit of his intelligence
she felt more obligated to the other
feeling a need to
process her feelings
to rebuild emotional intimacy
that intimacy she needed
from the other man
so she could feel validated
Expressing emotions aloud
unfulfilled needs in her
current primary relationship
such as a lack of emotional
connection, excitement, and validation
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I already got me someone else
(Since you already have someone else
tell me what you are looking to do
so we can move forward)
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Whats ah man to do
tell me
whats auh man to do?
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Chops and woodshedding
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Twelve valves seventeen transmissions
Dual overhead cams rotary engines
Unresistible Dangers
There is only One Stranger that ever entertained The Angles
A bust of speed now you see an Apparition
Careful with my Speech as I dictate the path of Evolution
Doublewood bounce a timing gun of the Harmonic Balancer
Cherry Terror=Ninjitsu is the true principles and Teaching's of The Mind
Be silent as I hit you with a Caring Bearing
There's no need for every saying but "One"
'You are only a True Child of God if you are Bourne of The Lady Of Light'
crown petals unfold for lofty Light
fontanelle gaping softly smile
Centre Point’s hole blazon mile
pineal connects as conical way
to galactic edenic binomial rays
loosens ovuliferous scales honed
thyroid equalises, tongue relaxes
cylinder opens larynx true blue
speech becomes intended hues
heart softens atria, ventricles
valves linking doors of paradise
protected golden it rhapsodises
coin-line verticle-horizontal spherical
solar plexus flowers monumental near
mystical super might no incidentals
feed flows smooth for tantric beats
sacral seat in creativity knowing heat
power is orange action satisfaction
rooted into Earth mooted primordial
authentic estate mirthful immemorial
aligned connection very refined
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~ Our Coral Atoll ~
Like incense fills the valves of the chambers of my soul.
Love for life, like a gentle river, totally flooded me.
Once you came and remained, my sole bright, coral love atoll.
Everlastingly gleaming in God's sunlight and moonlight,
Ever lifting me to new insights,as a stunning velvet blue butterfly,
Resting on our quilt, on this siver, moon-blessed night
Your love, your hands, your deep Mediterranean eyes,gleaming.
As that eternal instant we met in our cafe, divine kismet!
My most precious darling, man, our love forever flowering?
11/29/2024
I’m avoiding real life
behind the safety of my front door,
a machine left to cool in the dark,
fuelling when I can,
pushing through with oil instead of blood.
Belts seize,
tensioners wound too tight,
injectors fail to fire;
each spark fades like memory -
ignition slipping to static.
The valves stick,
hardened by grit and rust;
maintenance deferred,
wear settling deep in my bones.
Now this machine
is as cold as stone,
no combustion,
barely ticking over,
an engine meant to go but left to stall,
avoiding real life, one breath at a time.
How much can i be vicious?
How much can i be worst ?
If i stop forgetting and start holding..
The devil whispers in my ear
Heart started to sink .
Lets just forgive
Then here comes villainous voices
From my heart .....
Which strangles me and says..
"I wanna kiss his face
With my broken heart.
I wanna paint his face
With all my scars.
I wanna get him back
To give him heart attack
I wanna feel his death
From all his heart .
I know i m being dramatic
But that's only left to imagine.
I just think what he owes?
Should i tell his mom ?
That his son suckkkss
What he does could proudly hurts."
Then i just swallowed the evil
But heart hurts deep .
He kept knocking .
Knocking on my valves.
Till it gives me heart attack.
You spoke a new language
of rarefied air
guided nonchalantly
through curving channels of brass
Conduits of cool
juries of jazz
floating past soulful valves
harbingers of what will come
Slender fingers
improvising storylines
magistrates of melancholy
bailiffs of bop
Miles from the mainstream
a milestone of
modern modalities
kind of blue
“I know my heart will never be the same
But I'm telling myself I'll be okay”
Sara Evans
My heart no longer
beats the same,
as I’ve wiped away
tainted tints on
vain valves.
Bleeding out
shattered dreams.
Colors of fallen
needle-shaped leaves,
emanate shades
of memories,
lost along a clamor of
fragmented pieces,
where linchen-dusted lies
confused my
flower-patterned spirit,
adrift in a pastoral
landscape of melancholy,
scumbled in roseate oil,
calligraphed from
the fragrance of
forget-me-nots,
but sunflowers no
longer bloom,
although I still
see a thread
of salvation
surfing through the
airy breeze that hides
behind green
grass across
untouched,
yet butterfly nested
water mountains.
I chose to be
content alone,
with me and my
heartbroken bliss,
over passionate
petal-like serenades,
that caressed
my midnight blues.
So, forgive the stars,
named with our love,
as I bid
farewell to half-adorned
illustrations
of a perfect sunrise,
stolen by the past
that always punished me,
with trust issues,
obscured in somber clouds
that follow my
silhouette, faithfully.
I saw a dazzling rose,
Whose red petals cast blinding hues upon me.
She shot her cupid arrows from the Kabaka’s backyard,
And punctured the cocoon of my innocence.
My heart burnt for a feel of her spangled petals,
My ferocious passions lost their sturdy grip on restraint as
I, like a pollen-famished bee, sniffed her whiff;
I gorged on her rosy scent, like a Don Quixote.
Then, I plucked her off the tribal bough;
And navigated the Nile River with her,
Tacked in the valves of my heart,
For a cross boarder allogamy.
What a welcome from my kinsfolk!
Furrows ridging the faces of my kinsmen,
Spittle of disgust masticating the hungry soils,
Grey beards wagging and waging a silent war;
Alien!
Loosen now his tight valves.
You do nothing by halves
Not like you've bruised his calves
While he's not got what salves...
His tube deflate through valve:
With six-inch nail hit valve,
The air in tube to halve;
When cops into it delve,
Say "A case of mad valve!"
Ask me my opinion:
It's a heart cast- iron:
A daring to pinion
The arms of one's union,
Dues slicing like onion
In Crowned Lion's Union.
Take a piece of my oversized pumping heart
Make aortic memories, oh so grand
Break not this adoring atrium to start
Quake from the rhythmic beat under your hand
Gain affection from each side ventricle
Plain adoration felt by thick blood flowing
Vein flutters, valves and arteries a-tickle
Rein it in, your romantic side is showing
Dreams
soften
cruel reality...
Dreams;
exhaust valves... !
She died in the kitchen
perched on a three-legged stool.
Her heart flew away
along with all the skills of her hands.
Now between the light and the dark
she cooks the dried fruits of yester-years.
Often, her thoughts take shape,
oft also is the distant music
of Glen Miller overheard
as it warms radio valves
in a long defunct wooden case.
I used to water the tall green ferns
that survived her
I became her curator
and sometimes in my self-talking mind
my words became hers,
while we listened together
to the ghostly echoes
of our shared living-space.
This verse might bite, straight into some hearts
Hack open tough sternums, pull rib cages apart
Anaesthesia's unnecessary, wouldn't do any good
It ain't bypass surgery, I'll be keeping the blood
Yeah a mission of mercy, an operation to save face
Your fate has been chosen, not here touching base
I'm searching for strings, inside your heart valves
For this vampire flosses, and scared of root canal
Something Spooky 8 to 16 lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
12/10/2021
life had become a flat line
a once wonderful rhythm
ceased to pulsate
not even palpitations
pressure had won over
struggling on
depression self-harm
cognitive dysfunction
one final cut
then he touched her heart
excised rotten valves
replaced them with joy
bypassed clots of despair
offered new lease of love
sleeping beauty woke up
from deep slumber
when the surgeon
closed the wounds
she bore her scars with
gratitude and pride
10th September 2021
Contest: The One Who Touched My Heart
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
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