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Lloyd J Bonds Poem
faces in green leaves
on twigs and branches
dance in the breeze
of spring's gentle gaze.
visitors bring joy there
to the voices of the air
as the sun's eye begins to blaze
(with envy)
the north hills undulating
rolling tides of petals and
pollen-filled dreams
burst asunder notions
of brewing bumblebee potions
dancing every night
with fears unnerving sight
and the sound of the wood nymph
making mischief at old man's house of leaves.
follow your heart to bubbling creeks
flowing crystal clear
and
guiltless treasures
leave no memories in the wood.
no lasting memory
is left standing in the wood.
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Birds fly to my sky
Leaves fall with wings to my ground
I lie, waiting sleep
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As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he.
So is the he that a man thinketh
and becometh
as perishable
corruptible
dialogues infinite and resistant.
Universal universe spreads open
nonexistent legs to reveal the womb of creation.
Birth comes to ideas
and desires manifest
before and with
the blades of grass
on desert sands.
All to bow before mountains
formed before monkey-men
glimmered in her All-Seeing Eye.
Who dares to free the Jinn
from its eternal abode?
For man's mere whim,
she concedes and grants
all that the blood pump
could ever
would ever
desire.
As a man thinketh so is he.
All that is
all will ever be
and begins in the sparking,
invisible,
imagination of meat and bone,
dust and stone
doing apache summersaults.
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Good night, good night
Im going to sleep now
Where I don't have to weep now
To another place now
Where I can see your face now
Good night, good night
I'm going to dream now
Where you can be seen now
And your kiss now
Will I not miss now
Good night good night
Your love I won't forsake now
And this promise I will make now
That your love I will take now
And love you even more when I awake now
Good night good night
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Sunshine grows men on ropes
Similar with metaphors and similes
And cold plastic smiles.
Slim, shiny, at first slimy, Then…
Then mass produced body index
Fat and hypertension deficit syndrome-o-matic.
Failure due to faulty, underfunded, cheap union labor parts.
Broken and glued
taped back
to the semi-flaccid meat bag’s parts
Ad nauseam,
But worth regurgitating
for the sake of curiosity’s infinite lives.
Will you spare a tired old man a dozen redbirds?
All dead and empty.
Ad nauseam.
Entering ourselves head first, strong
Into the green-blue gluttonous mausoleum nausoleum
With fancy golden embryo.
Embryo cold ,
with teeth chattering loose,
Broken from gnawing the misconceived development
Of a prenatal worm-child.
The background was aforementioned “Thus”.
Inter-missionary positions
on all seeing eyed pyramids
Connect myriads of the labyrinth.
Run for cover before the light breaks the shadow fault line
Of what is right and what is written
Because I can’t bear to tell you what is wrong.
Sunshine grows ropes on men
different from the same old, same old.
Mad at the world because like opinions and ideas and optimism
And a general surety of a done deal.
Nothing is relative to Uncle Certain.
Just Aunt Be.
Hollow minds can only feed hollow stomachs
From the, “Why did they even come here?”
Go back home to your party fanciful.
If you think it’s you then why are you still here
Under the tree that shades us from falling
Birthmark razorblade sweet tarts.
It all starts over and over.
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Green rolling ember sparks desire
Wrapping around broken clam shells on beds of dirty brown cracking leaves.
Roots slither down and out
Fingers clawing their way to the anti-surface of eternity’s chambers.
Feeling as if it was never going to end up the way it’s going to end.
Shame doesn’t cease the joy I feel wrapped in wooden scales.
Just imagine the naked freedom of wind touch on bare roughness;
cloud water on smooth and shiny.
Songs play from balding heads invisible to untrained eyes.
Eat the earth from start ‘til finish.
Until broken teeth crumble mountains and volcanoes.
Until oceans are swallowed whole into gaping mouth fountains of obscenities.
Eat thy skyward glancing blows of smoke stack coal love
Under ground fault plates of steel shaken with fear.
Eat my earth bound angel wings off backs of uninstructed elephant ears.
Still and listening for the change to come.
All of every under the sun dance ritual cleansing in pairs of wrathful tunics.
Wrap around myself, once, twice.
Please eat my earth.
Drink my raindrop ocean mist on the rocks.
Shaken and stirred
Until shaman brings the sleep over blankets of snow covered carcasses.
Eat my earth laced with hope.
Eat my earth under the flower bed of gloved kisses hiding from the monster within.
Within the earth.
Eat my earth.
Eat my earth.
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Broken fingers clutch at the withered grass.
Crawling from the ooze, the future holds no value.
Leaving in the depths, laying forgotten, a dark past.
Wizards bow to the faithful moons that bring reason to their existence.
Expecting soft words to stir the planets
directly over the path less taken or trodden
Or beaten down from the cruel ages of the earth
That once existed in the memories of small imaginations.
Forever dance the rain, shaman, moon men,
Beating drum skins taught across magical tree stumps.
Monotonous tones carried on the back of far sighted locusts
Seeking shelter under bruised wrists,
Blue and purple flowers on thin scrawny stems.
Quiver in the night at the gentle shove of a jungle wind.
A wind that whispers curses of the snake.
Yet peace remains hidden under the rock of fear and doubt.
Run circles around licking, antigravity flames stoked by magic and the blood of horned beasts.
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No pain but life
from your heart I hold.
No fear but hope
from lips so bold.
Desire for a "me"
so unusual and without.
Bring closely to me, my love
as poetry from a mouth.
A mouth, willfully filled,
so hopeful and so proud.
Refuses not to share
a love so beautiful aloud.
Come to me, my love,
from depths, deep and dark.
Enter softly, my star,
the mosaic of my heart.
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to the men in lab coats with horns like unto goats,
an open confession of a minor isotope:
I -- so -- Hope that a day shall dawn
when men no longer long
for the things that do not belong
and are, oh so wrong
for mine and your and his and her song.
Have you heard the song we sing?
Like a toad's song on a summer night,
or wedding bells that ring,
for the virgin in white,
pure as the driven snow?
No?
Know what?
The toad hoards the dream to sing
with a voice not broken
and a chorus not of croaking
but alas! he keeps choking
on the flies of his own lies
as SHE (the queen mother) belies,
bequeathed yet bespoken
to a king, comely, and oft misspoken.
I (not one to spread misgivings
and false learnings), I give you, Miss, a token.
A token of a key in a minor chord
for the song worth singing
from Hell's lowest floorboard
to Heaven's own pearly door.
Take it and run, never to show a soul
but place it safely in the hole
in your face and swallow it whole.
In your belly it will thrive
-- half dead but all alive --
until the time is right and the beat is clear.
Then you will belt your song
for the Universe to hear.
Sing it strong and carry the notes so long.
Doubt it not, for you cannot be wrong.
Know ye now
that from whence the world was frozen --
that you, my dear, were already pre-chosen
and the path for you was already paved
that through this song of mine
and yours
and his
and hers,
thou woman, through your song
mankind shall be saved.
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I traveled eons
on pom poms
like a cool breeze through palm fronds
sharp and sticky
galactic automatic
mind spastic
thoughts reverberate elastic.
aye, aye,
ayahuasca milk shakes
makes coiled snakes
elevate toward
my Kether (???) earthquake
Malkuth (?????) lacks Truth (???)
and Jah's (????) gold tooth
BITING!
delivers serum antidote
to your venom wound,
Mr. Holy Pope Christos,
The Logos is a no go holy ghost
drunk on the blood
and choking on the host.
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