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These words I write rest, riff, repeat half and whole notes within.
It vibratos, quavers, and resonants in your noggin.
Strumming soberly on my-six standard
snapped, worn and improvised heart strings.
Chords tuned over life’s onerous tread
Tightened and loosened in my head.
Allowing residue if I transcribe attunement
So, I reworded through musical arrangement
Of neither trumpet-warning war to make ready
Nor saxophone-uplifting gravity of anxiety
But guitar, from my heart, playing my testimony.
When reading, your experience's singalong in harmony
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Tic toc tic toc ticing
Round I go nowhere new
Innocent encircling
Stoical hitherto
Tic toc ta... ... Where is time?
Decoupling tic from toc
Freedom, is that a crime?
Tic dont skip He's time jock
On the wall on their wrist
Infamous tic don't miss
Low middle upper class
Reap what your parent's sows
Our birth grouped by known mass
Compounded bias grows
A zealous radical
Thought is, equality?
Real or abstractional
Freeman's dichotomy
God creates and gives breath
Best used by date stamps death
Planets orbit the sun
Also round it's axis
Constant can't be out run
Ascertained through praxis
However how bout, you?
Isn't change an option
Forge your change in hue, a
Rainbow draws[back] attraction
Like an archer, to pierce
The hearts who weary in fierce
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Love’s love spell
Barred clouds of red glows the sky
Night is premature and thins the light with a resonating cry
Spinning slowly around, regulated by Time as a Conductor
She humbly rides in reverence on the Swinger
Brewing below a pearl of brilliance marked as a Vulture
A vintage season when white is not worn after Labor Day;
Trees shed; and snow purifies natures sins away.
She orchestras in the cold and brings fog to the meadow
Lastly, she demands the forest fever to go
Her curse; as above will be what's bewitched below
Flip of her hand winnow winds whip the ripen vine
And twitter the leaves in acrobatic line
She harvests the heart under the full moon
The twigs snap and crack to the tune
A forest floor a pot of stew whose will it swoon
Who shall fall victim to Her love's spell?
Intractably, indivisible, not even death will be able to unveil
Their heart's, sense's and soul's will ply like tree root in soils
Suffer yoked hearts of pain or a kiss of joy through cursed toils
Whether they're near or far away it's felt like induced coils
Treasurer's heart will free-fall steeper than Niagara Falls
Held captive to psycho-physical calls
Ultimately in tunnel vision like closing in walls
Bloom of light is the spells biological start
One deliberating night emerged a deciduous heart.
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My hand hangs from the stirring wheel,
Insensible, to the mind noosed reasoning work
and nature’s clock repressing the other wrist of a confined ideal
My eyes declare thru the windshield an undemonstrative lurk
and conscience waterboarded by a stimulant
The faded, light and long strokes depict
A thinker stifled, suffering a long-term imprisonment
Do you believe in sacrifice for other’s freedom?
Do you accept scaling the entrails of your wisdom?
Alas! Valor mounted on black wings
A bird, ravenous, painted under the fender
If to live, is carried out in one who brings
Entertainment, from joy, by a creator
And food, a sour carcass as a chimera, held in claws
You should amuse to create with a craving appetite
Instilled the bird gored and digested the applause
Are you prepared to die for this continuance?
Are you willing to defend imagination’s allegiance?
Passion is a purple seed filled and fruitful heart
Sacrifice is death’s wishbone
My memorial, in remembrance, gifts the long part
The bird's thankless effort snaps off the short end to own
I enlists work under power of ball and chain
Which of the two will you fulfill?
And the bird evades an unbidden will of pain
Do you take this obligation freely?
Will you discharge this duty well and faithfully?
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The first time laying eyes on you
I would have never knew
You an angel whose radiance from their smile
Surrounding us, when we walked down the aisle,
Would spin my world in blissful charms.
Whose delicacy and mannerism in their walk rippling to the shore like a river into my arms
Would be the remedy to my bradycardia -
A desolated lethargic rate of the aorta.
This serendipitous relation
Felt surreal transcending any comforting elation.
Your gregarious character is the “lub dub” to my heart
I know that it’s difficult us being apart.
Undoubtedly, I loathe it as I do being on a highway stuck in traffic
Despite the distance this music from my speaker is rhythmic, intrinsic…prolific,
Nevertheless, as time perpetuates
And traffic slowly abates our distance abridges
Your unceasing music seductively stimulates to keep me focused and awake.
So when the time is…now, I will hold you and look at you once again like it’s my first take.
Being intertwined in mind, body and soul I know you and I can conquer any earthquake.
Without regard the world can be tumultuous at times
But I find peace when I stare into your eyes.
It calms me more than the middle of a tornado
Like a blanketed pasture in a misty meadow.
Vibrant and green resembling Sphene,
But mystically orange as in a sunset scene.
Your poetic spell has put me in a trance
The snaps from your poem has put me in a dance.
My heart standing on the rail you teach me ronde de jambe en l’iare
Your personality reaches out and lifts me up like hot air,
Plie.
Although love has been unkind in the past I’ve opened up more and more to you
Releve.
Is it just me? That does not want this venture to end
Passe.
Before I know it I put it all together and you and I have been spinning and spinning in your lyrics
Fouette.
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Yawning eyes, a window to my soul
Breathless whys, that follow into my eye-hole
Gradually fading into the mirror
Hurried air lifted me nearer
There I soar over a continuum of water
Dovetailed and coupled by a cotter
Lights are picture still
Appearance is resolved and real
A mirage flickers beneath
Temptation's will to bequeath,
Exploration, for Curiosity to delve underneath
Self-will...calm body of water fractured
Knowledge stripped from ology raptured
Black space consumed by prismed light pastured
Reflecting off water droplets like chandeliers
Insincere fears no more echo in the valley of my ears
Candid myopia, a marvel gaseous heat
Nearly utopia, a row hung shy of a hurled skeet
So massive I stand, grand, feet on no land
No perpendicular cast
No trail from my past
No horizon setting before my eyes
The switch to that place had vanished
Replaced now by theatrical planets
Act of emotion tug and push like magnets
I looked inside for my soul
It’s response...I feel the universe whole
Felt every rain drop
Every inch of growing crop
Her exhale of wind in the wilderness
all it’s birth joy happiness blissfulness
compassion love care hope determination
change reform resilience revolution
jealousy envy emptiness melancholy
sadness loneliness frustration sully
madness hatred discomfort pain and death
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I am suspended w/o interruption
Drifting across the cerulean ocean
Unblemished in the mystic ceiling
Feathers spread to swim thru
Thru the effervescent blue
Eyes reach up to embrace astonishing
And perceive suspiciously
The soul inquiring internally
And mind waning to comprehend me
My shade greets well
Alleviating skin that is pale
I am not the main attraction in the tale
But the theme
The context and the scene
Not the crazy night but the bars
The black in between the stars
The background behind the mural
The shadow projecting from material
A cricket in the night making musical sound
Filling the void eventually it begins to drown
Among the crowd
Im that quiet cloud
I speak
It withers weak
And it evaporates like the rain after the storm
I might change
Take many form
and landscape unpredictable range
Still you contemplate my relevance
While your thoughts dance
To fit me in
Seeping through my confidence your trust falls through my skin
Your hand collects a wisp anticipating me firm
It vanishes as you descend
My arms chase in term
like lightening racing to the floor to scoop under
But my grip permeates as if I were wind
Anger roars inside of me like thunder
My eyes crystalize
Tears flow to the earth
and make a river bed
My perception analyze
As you rest it lifts you, dead
With a will that read
My urge to keep you irrelevant will never capsize
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Reigned umbrage conceived life to a secluded delusion
The situation festered into a round compact mass as the earth
Dark clouds float above the rival
Summery heads leased
Accompanied by a vengeful Fall
Her Isolated abode insulated stark Wintery
Tensions penumbra loured my imperfections
Her ray of furtive refuged the rear of the situation
My unsatisfactory blots out her vibrant core
Just like a spring tide my thoughts pulled me back and forth deeply
Sullen skies intermittently glazed the noon tide
decorated with gray clothed clouds
I smelt my skin burning her eyes glaring against my back
My thoughts browse the situation for a solution as an umbra cyclops the earth
'You have me searching into the situation, but that's not where I'll find the problem, is it'?
Her peers on earth stand in awe of her immaculate corona
Clueless to the damage to their sight the beauty bemused
She notices their eccentric eyes yet conspiring doubt tarnished like a new moon
Tears roll down the heel of her cheek but they see a shooting star
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resentment...
tidal wave petunias
harboring on injustice
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Stop
Shedding and sowing
Begin bracing for burning
In land of melting
Pots
Was
The crews parallax
Of the trees
Which conceives
The lumberjack to
Saw?
Timber!
Reviled
But adored due to bark,
Chopped down and chastised a log mark
Famine yet fervid mouth of hell,
“Rollways”, or “skidways”, dread logs dwell
Bide for a springtime
Deliver
Evil
And wicked “the drive”, a lake of fire.
Falling hopeless unfettered into the mire
Enduring faith downstream releases the flames grip to
Live
Gateman
Of Hades are knee-deep sifting
Through each frazzled log
Backside to smoldering smog
Preempting the authentic mahogany
from the stamp’s
Name-tag
Reward
Lumber baron’s yield from products in greed
Prompted woodworkers confer
Shaping strong chairs, tables and desks in idolatry
collecting death’s exchange signed by the
Drawer
Ton
In years importing,
crafting and trading,
but flies find rotting
Will it
Not?
Timber!
No
Roots to nurture from all have been chopped and ripped away from, however dark flourishing, thriving and teeming grain holds
On
Stressed,
Muddled and tempted in remaining a chair than readily leafing through
ingredients of decayed stump
Desserts
God’s
Intended is resiliently cultured.
Surviving from the rays of Anguish
Sheltering in soil of adversity
Sustaining out of the hands of affliction from marking
Dogs
Now
Upholstered chairs and varnished furniture love not only your shape and strength but the land and roots you came from only then you will be
One
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