Who and what.? Are words more relevant.?
Spirit in flesh..Fears foibles desires and
A realm of intentions.' Veering off occasionally, of the better path.' Could
Have been me.? I happened i saw it! The
Rain came twice against the forecasts ( in January ) in L A and in
Victoria..The fires died, I got up the next
Day and tripped over.' Banged my nose
Had to wipe my eyes.' Struggled through
The cold English rain, a car just missed
mine..Mundane stuff people.'One day my
Car will be part of a robot.? Could be.? Or
Just a rusted hulk.? Can you tell me exactly.? No you can't I can't, there are many things i cannot do.' What is valueble? Whar is the imperative.? A glass of clean water, or a vase of it, with fresh flowers.? Is that fullfilling.? Its not the whole, yet part of the sum.' Its in its place
The same as the river, the mountains the
Plains and the valleys, works of antiqity
Observed in museams, or looted.' And placed on a table somewhere.? I do not know, what the next hour will bring ' the
Unseen post service, that always delivers.'
Unpaid i'll grant you, but always aware, of
My existence, in the great somewhere.'
Vivid scrolls,
in tantalising yarns,
fantastic that reveal,
exotic envelopes of vista,
that have me transfixed,
and transported,
my brown hazel eyed,
gladsome gaze,
oe’r lush depiction,
bold brushstroke of,
myriad science fiction,
vibrant character snapshots,
that dispel monotony,
douse mundane patterns,
gap-filler of trite,
vacuous daily plod,
as I clasp otherworld,
enchantment in a dash,
novelists who exude,
endowed flourish with,
pockets of fly plots,
misleading labyrinth,
convoluted and intricate,
shady, cagy, fly-by-night,
side routes veering off,
adding riddles shadowy,
step by echoe’d step,
in hair-raising soundscape,
rushes of exhilaration,
stoke and fire,
iridescent wonderland,
escape into mythic mists,
entwined flames of romance,
laced with sumptuous,
dream moon flotillas,
a swooning heart march past,
yet I bystander engrossed,
by segue after segue.
Like veering on the highway, once learnt material creates an erudite maker yet while this holds true, the cessation of the wayward knowledge must also be acknowledged. One cannot rouse a dog prone and toss meat only to regret that the dog feasts instead, the callowness must be abrogated wherein one can avoid the booby trap where momentum from learning creates both an initial wave and a shockwave from that event, with which one would incur deleterious effects that are beyond the scope of the acquisitions and the assignments, like a comet delivering an impact instead of a showy sign in the midnight skies.
It concertinas over my skin,
around my wrist it trundles
on those stumpy limb nubbins
neither veering left or right.
Sublimely unaware of distance,
even when it lifts its round
jaw-bound head,
the yellow and black larva
searches only for a green world
to clamp onto.
I pluck it up from its lonely trek,
place it onto a Mulberry bush -
the fuzzy slinky pauses,
then commences to chomp down
on one more world,
a place that in time,
will be converted
to a yellow and black
grubbiness.
Alphabetic yellows but you would melt my hairs should haze
The dim contour leasing the pounding in my breast
Would a war by all fragile ward fragility to lick your smoke at the corners
Of your mouth to which then French and frenzy make an ocean wider
Green, green is the blackest grass of long twisting cobras told unknown
Gallant as a child holding on to frays of reeds and a bite of snow
Nothing contained in the deaf phlegm of white light
The skill of work in the hot bloods of the thickness imagined
Weaving in the wives room and again to the lantern
To rub the brass and alleviate the dead petals in conquest by the fresh
The very tongue rials twisted as wires chill the season
Unlikely arrivals of the two by shy flaunt
Then veering is the roads aghast by ghastly refuse
Some do become lovers neath the sun ware the moon
But do others weigh the scale of surmise
Endearing Ms Eilish not willy nilly a silly Billie got her wish despite the stares
Crys of why guys are there any let alone so many glutton button billionaires?
Not adhering to age old sage adage share if you've enough stuff to spare
Uncouth domineering untruths sold smearing sleuths as society tears
Sneering about profiteering mining shining spiting climate crisis scares
Cheering racketeering careering all about that flocks stocks & shares
Leering snares creatives gold left bereft fearing they're not their flair heirs
Persevering with cold jeering at hearing protests that then fold no one cares
Scold civic critics nearing the facts spearing by acts.. pacts & unfair flares
Cost of disappearing rare species now just pieces of faeces in their lost lairs
Searing temperatures rearing still somehow our despairs never even airs
Gearing up for the veering apocalypse peering as the sun stun gun glares
Must be bold steering pioneering derring do clearing these nightmares
Who dares volunteering to stop the interfering engineering by the billionaires?
The knee-higher
feelings that are displayed are not feelings but atoms; the subatomic part being that its heart, this knee-higher, is located in the mind or the dexterous venders and ventures of reading and writing personal stories of literature. The knee-higher is only an apparition, a thought placed into the minds of Man, of what its seemingly harmless, innocent veering thought of making a peanut butter sandwich can leading to global hunger or a Holocaust.
oh, vay, it be man that hold THIS fires, this knee-higher, of silken flesh and bone, being only a phantom of the Dream, and a warrior of Ruin to behold...!
Holding rage in a cage,
I engage in the battle,
It rattles my inner space.
Emotions chase away the peace,
The beast is released,
The energy is peeking.
I'm tweeking out,
All I can do is shout,
Doubt and fear is all I hear.
I can't see clear,
Veering into the dark,
My spark grows dim.
Fighting him to get free,
I fumble around for the key,
While the energy envelopes me.
Rage helps develope me,
Into a being that can hold weight,
Caging the want to hate.
Feeling how I vibrate,
A warning of my mental state,
I know rage is at the gate.
Using the key I open the gate,
Now as a team we can operate,
Creating chaos to weather.
We're a dangerous tether,
It's with me forever,
It never meant to take control,
It was only the soul,
Seeking to be whole.
Advertisement adversity
Advertising of language
Incident of speech
A dissuasive measures rebuttal
The science of polemic draw
From no veering elsewheres
Sound of water as naked leaf
Enclosed is the burden of purchase
Not without
Pitching fluent
Campaign for after
Elect as fervor in demeanor
Subversive literatures metre
Readying the cannon for war
Barricading the mind for battle
Protecting thy neck from the noose
Flexing my arms to brace for impact
Walking through trial’s gate
Veering in the distance my eyes drop
Chattering teeth seize and sleep
No one is here to challenge my soul
A sigh of relief and cold calm
For today the battle is postponed
However another day it shall be
A trial for the ages, I shall get my rest
Afraid to ask
Afraid to cast
Afraid to hear
Afraid of jeer
Fear is delaying truth
Fear is growing from youth
Fear is reliving the past
Fear is irrational typecast
Asking diffuses fear
Talking reduces veering
Trying clears fear
Chose to steer
The wind arrived quietly, conservatively,
meandering around my heart with soft words,
playing with tendrils of my being with soft caresses,
lulling my soul with gentle softness and light.
Summer stretched and wove a ribbon
through my emotions given freely and wantonly.
Sucking the possibilities deep within to nurture
a future of happy-scented days before me.
The storm arrived unexpectedly, viciously,
tearing and rending my being with no more caresses.
Now, cast outside the vortex that surrounds it,
my soft words unheard above the roaring noise.
A heart now bruised and silent, missing the mark,
veering wildly towards some unknown destination
in ever decreasing circles like leaves in autumn
as they fall silently from the lofty boughs above.
Quiet now, my soul still forming words in silence.
Never to be heard above the swirling mass roaring above.
Wishing for summer days to return with a soft kiss
or caring caress whispered to a heart once loved.
Eyes viewing left but my hearts veering right keeping you close in my mind even when your far outta sight . I see what they offer but I know what I have and you center me whole cause your place is a half Outta all of my wrongs I know your what’s right so the vows of the now are for the rest of our life Haters want to see us quit cause we got is so legit that what Shade and implement can only help us benefit you were the key I was the lock and I say that in the past tense cause gaining access to a lock without the key is just bad sense forever hold me down and I’ll always pick you up And when the world tears us down we can build each other up Frayful fears of my past is why I grind towards the future making the present of the presence a vibe meant to soothe and subdue ya Life is the world for the world is alive seeded providing air needed for us to flourish and thrive intricate in design or maybe it’s just a matrix of mind and perceptions perceived not permitting me to project what’s not meant for the time but let me rewind and quickly change back the context It’s always us over them choosing other is nonsense soul ties
Mini mangy monster Marvin moo
Nearly never noticed anything new
Outrageously outgoing onset overdue
Plunking his plush posterior on a pew
Quizzically questioning Curly-Q
Respecting ruffians Brew, Grue and Rue.
Shimmying and shaking shivering Sue and Stew
Teaching talented Tommy Treachery too
Uniting understudies under the letter U
Vaporizing validation veering into valley view
Welcoming wild werewolf wearing blue.
I used to run in lines
Straight and sharp
Never veering
Til I met desire
In secret, she led me
Down paths of pleasure
Just out of reach
The fire thickened
and finally.......ROARED!!!
Freedom, at last
I scribbled for the first time
Playing without an image
Skipping to the beat of MY drum
Swinging as high as the sky
Til reality brought me to earth
And I planted my feet
In quicksand
and finally......settled
Every escape brought bars
New and unfamiliar
Seasons of unknown shelter
Smothered hope of roses
Dandelions sufficed
As the wind whipped and whirled
Leaving my withered soul
With a stem
and finally......LOVE wins
Waving goodbye to Lemir
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-02-2024
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