Welcoming a stranger as a guest
We integrated at once, impressed
These fragments of a lucky break
The genesis of a world we'll make
Pigs' hearts will keep us beating
Fear will not have us retreating
We are the locked doors
inside the house.
I am yellow-green! Peridot the color of self-esteem
Protective against life’s rife that may stream
I come from the earth’s rich interiors ore,
xenolith layers that make up its inner core
Purifying positive spiritual energy and well-being
Channeling love to intrusive shadows unseen
When sunrays shimmer thru shade tree leaves,
you’ll see me glinting behind the summer breeze
Dewy meadows in warm August blankets at sunrise
I am your luxuriant gift, and you are the prize
Geologists say ‘by your leave’,
we’re famously polite:
we wear our heart upon our sleeve,
rejoice at rhyolite.
We’re very patient people, but
I tolerated stuff before
that I’m not taking any more:
up with this I will not put.
Don’t bring to me your xenolith,
preposterous, fantastic:
I’m done with make-believe and myth:
my ire is pyroclastic.
Don’t tell me pressure makes a gem,
discomfort forges what’s sublime:
the aimless drip of frameless time
creates a speleothem.
Some things improve with age, it’s true,
while others just feel dated:
to sleight of hand, to me and you,
I’m simply indurated.
I’m wise to every move you make –
I’m distanced from your wiles,
meanders, stratagems and smiles -
a placid oxbow lake.
As believing Christians doubt
errantly forgetting God,
He intercedes judiciously,
kindling love mid narcissism.
Our Paraclete,
quenchable, resident Spirit,
teaches us vital wisdom
xenolith, yokefellow, zealot.
zealous yokefellow
xenolith with vitality
Unseen the Spirit resides quietly
perfecting obedient natures,
ministering love, kindness, joy, insight,
honing gentleness,
faithfully encouraging disciples,
convicting breath abides.
November 6, 2021
Animistic descent from sanity
Boorish attitude, sense of lost control
Crawl out of your skin, bloody vanity
Darkness claws like a black hole
Eternal uncertainty wreaks mayhem
Freedom not given, glued to midnight
Glutton of attention, cannot condemn
Hungry for life, all bark and no bite
Insanity placed on my sweating forehead
Justification, she’s just sick
Killjoy I may be, the day I dread
Labels in my throat choke me quick
Meaningless apologies, see from my eyes
Nights of liquid lucidity, a dull mind by day
Oh the pain, its thorns shred my heart and thighs
Persistent thoughts, worries carried away
Question my identity, a woman without a face
Remember happiness, a fleeting memorial
Scars on my ribs, my heart’s knives trace
Tears on my face, struggles sensorial
Ugly feelings of hate, daily reprise
Veins of ice or so it feels, words tongue-tie
With echoing sighs my dream dies
Xenolith, smile covered, stifled outcry
Yearning for a hand to hold on to
Zealous recovery, fail and reverse
Across the sea of words
Bestowing your pleonastic sword
Cutting through ones own demons
Designing thoughtful imaginary treasons
Escaping time formality
Freeing your minds rationality
Growing inner character
Harlequin narrator
Inconsistent artisan
Jacinths beyond the mine among porceline
Kirigami folds of unique trade
Lauwine of emotion invade
Miraculous ideology allocated
Never quite overrated
Open minds put on overdrive
Poetry often collides
Queen of hearts in a kingdom of romance
Raconteur of resistance
Survival of the fittest
Talented interest
Unsatisfied likeness
Vigor of belief
Wanting relief
Xenolith of the brain
Yttrium configuration of pain
Zelkova's bibliotheca incurred.
Art is a
Beautiful thing
Caressed by the
Dark and
Enlightened soul!
Free from all, you
Gaze around in the
Hills of nowhere,
Indulged in a
Joint effort to
Keenly express the
Light inside you in the
Momentary flow of
Neat thoughts!
Outburst of nostalgic,
Passionate flares of
Quirky ideas
Rising in your mind,
Saving you the
Trouble of being in an
Unwanted world of
Vague encounters.
Wait till your time comes
Xenolith like, you start to fit
Yearning to be a
Zippy soul, you start rolling,
Rolling like a stone.
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