I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately.
—Henry David Thoreau
In all his scheming, the wicked person arrogantly thinks,
“There’s no accountability, since there’s no God.”
—Psalm 10:4
Cat Woman in Vapid Dissolution
I ceased to hear the birds, not
because they aren’t there, but
the tweeting is on repeat.
I ceased to see the magnolias,
gardenias, and daffodils, fooled
by the rolling reels on repeat.
I ceased to see the glittering snow.
It has disappeared. It’s too late
for this year. I shovel serials.
I ceased to see kindness and mercy,
seated on the Almighty’s throne.
Basking in my goodness - worship me.
I ceased to be a human being; stronger
than that. I make the rules, don’t follow
yours; incompatible except with the cat.
I ceased to live my life; I bask in hers,
on the screen-scripture; I know nuances
of her lyrics, every curve, lingering gossip.
I ceased to be
I don’t care who I am
like the cat
The drum roll
beats out control
in a game
of warped reframe.
On a coiling balustrade
plays meister masquerade
to craft the will
at bellowed drill.
Docile rule
disarms to fool.
With artful ruse
the vapid lose.
You steal my heart
You embroil my life
Love is kind of art
You become my love.
I think about you all day along
I cannot deny the feeling in me
Love visits me as a guest for long
Love does not want to leave me.
I treat you as a simple person at first
But now you are not as simple as I thought
Cause you are the one who makes me exist
You are the one for whom I can live.
THOU WONNA TARRY WITH THIS, IS THIS VAPID?
I THOU AMAZE AS WHO CAN BEAUTIFY THE MEAN DAYS.
CHILLY WINTER DAYS ARE TO ITS ALMOST ULTIMATUM.
SPRING IS ON AND IS TRULY SHALL RADIANTING.
EVEN IN NOT LIBERTY AMAZING QUEEN DOTH
RADIANTING, AS GOLD THE MOST EXPENSIVE METAL DOTH.
I SEE LIGHT WHITE BULBS ON THE HALF-NAKED TREES,
AND THIS ENCHANTING SEASON THE EASTER RED
TULIPS WERE POPULAR SWATHED IN CREME PAPER
TIED WITH A KNOT. WHAT A YET FEMININE AND
BOTH ATTRACTIVE AND SOME TIME
LASTING VESSEL SURE REMINDS ME OF
AMSTERDAM, THE QUEEN OF FLOWERS, DUTCHLAND.
O SURE, FLOWERS ALWAYS ARE MY THINGISMS!
This insipid existence,
This body betrayed,
Time, now short,
Now ao precious,
What do I say to my wife?
My beautiful daughters?
Why no happy ending?
Are they aware what I tried to accomplish?
How close I came?
How things where clicking so well
Just at the end....
And how much I loved them all?
This I pray they know,
I will watch over them, now,
Each minute night or day,
The sensitive one will feel my presence,
From the beginning,
The others may take more time
But one day we will all be united again,
Our cycles will be complete
And that day, for all of us,
That day will be a treat.
Mark and ALL his girls!!!
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