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C Sowder Poem
I reached into the depth...
But could not withdraw Excalibur from the stone.
Yet I knew I was the one.
Why else my 'Grail Vision' in the sun?
The depths call me to reach further still.
And Mary's eyes bled.
Realizing for whom the tear's shed.
I know not what to do.
Vainity reaching to withdraw from the glue.
I stare blindly in the distance a 'bust' of my former self.
Passing the secret of excalibur being drawn by someone else.
And passing by the oracle of Ephesus, Medusa's eyes
She drew the sword stone in deep catching my contemplations of the mirror.
I could loose myself in her forever.
Secret Sweets. Stained Sheets. and shaking cold she wraps me in the golden fleece.
Covered in snakes, I melt into the secret skin.
Learning the name, I see my fathers before me distrought.
And see now the blindness of the Kingdom Oedipus wrought.
Sophoclese Tragedies and I am forever Oedipus.
Betrayed blessin' between whorish thighs and my camarades' lies.
Where is Helena these days?
Gone so long, I've forgotten her ways.
That's the trick-she sucks in your depth.
I am Horus, my seeds sewn in the west.
Innana's dead. I broke my maiden-named womb.
Long ago I allocated multiversic kingdoms for Osiris' perversion tombs.
And in the mysteries of deep misery.
I have witnessed my seed coming of age.
To lay thoughts like these out on a page.
Christ, Annubis, and I planned this on a street in Greece, A.D., B.C. I can't remember which.
I bare down frost-bitten from the North.
And my Christ of peace bore symbols from the East.
Our dog-eared down-home friend brought simpler lessons from an outdated South.
And we witnessed our births spread out over time.
Three wise men we were singing dark-hearted songs of a blackened Madonna we couldn't find.
So we relinquished ourselves to Daddy Darkest who knew best.
Redistributed seeds, we pushed ourselves to a static line beyond myth; where men like us no longer needed to exist.
Sweet Virgin, Return
I am old and worn thin.
Now, is your time to begin; A collection of stories your heart has borne, but you lay unblemished.
My daughter lay our bones to rest.
Cook them in your stew.
Reigns handover long overdue, but that's not the style you do.
Don't worry about ole Paw. Jimmy Crack corn.
May you be Princess Disarming Charming laced with meaning...
And I awake sleeping...
Beauty, I next to you.
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One, anew under the sun
Betwixt two and the morning dew
And yet another One.
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There was a once upon a time.
She cried.
He lied.
We sighed,
As you were walkin out the door.
It was nothin once before,
And now forever more.
Once and future king,
Where are you,
Without your Queen?
Haven't you grown tired, of sayin what you don't mean?
Maybe we'll find, "once" again, somewhere inbetween.
A time for moments now, that twist, obscene.
We may trespass the holy of holies, the tighter we cling,
Our breath cold, and bodies steam.
We got the time we need.
There were times when I thought beauty, a way,
The way your thoughts blew me, betray,
What I thought before steppin', through the door.
What beauty had been now, lies before.
You whom I saw in songs of summer, sunsets.
But do now truly say, with no regrets.
I have known no other beauty, than your eyes.
I sit there now even, hypnotized
Probing a depth I cannot grasp
A promising future, and a softening past.
Well I was dethroned from the womb, we disowned.
To the world here now, though I'd find you any how.
'Cause I am but a peasant, who worships my Queen
And in your eyes, the once and future, ever-rising king.
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You lick,
Words Drooling from my mouth,
And follow the lines going south,
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Good or bad, I got somethin' you're gonna feel.
No tellin' what surprise is in yo' happy meal.
Got news for Atkins, phatty verbal starches.
Like pale paisley people prayin' to golden arches,
Or secret house-speak token spoken word
Smokin' understood, ain't doin', ya know good.
But, Ya bought tickets to the real life,
supposedly between the lines.
Like we're all backseat drivers
on someone else's drivin' time.
He know the way we're so proud to help him find.
Beltbuckles the bestial behemoth, binds belching brew's borrowed brine.
We all love lines that remind us what we did tonight.
'Cause this always sounds just like the one time,
I lost my mind.
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If you unveiled inside,
I'd be nowhere spied.
Oh? We're back here again.
In here, there'll be help to send
From he who wants a peer again.
Out here, 'Whats?' are ***** my friend.
That we're still back here again.
Watchin' you walk before you
Before you walk before you, I deplore you
You implore me, I using us, using we.
Using them. Oozing Sea. You say ' Oh Say, can you see'.
'What the hell' you think lies before me.
You fake proof as truth.
A spoof of a poof.
Up in Smoke. Down as avalanche.
Sun Breath Breeze, Fiery Earth Watered,
By Tree Leaf's Branch.
I don't care, then best beware,
A demon who loves you,
Will take that dare.
But you wanna coast like a burnt piece of toast.
A maiden ship goin' down, There she blows.
You take a step; a loan, a smile.
Growth is fear so add aload to the pile.
Be cause thats just the way egos egos.
Sufferin e'ry which way the wind really blows.
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