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The High Roada phalangal ticking, scrapes away the luster and shine
making up time with corrosive scrapings reaching the mind 1
idle threats and impatience run me ragged, locking me up
ramming away into a wall and yet,pushing myself back with a shove 2
damn this block!
A path is evident, whereas there's another less so... confusion
choices...decisiveness... not me at this moment,just a contusion
an obstinate and conflict weary mind works against the heart
making way for devilment and fallacy to sneak in,on the devil's part
a daydream this isn't because this reality chafes like a saddle on a horse
drawing lines with tombstones, while staying on a pre-written course
papyrus still blank, while storms rage and still never rain upon it's face
a disembodied paragraph without thought, hanging in disgrace
what must i do to retreat or escape the intertwining grasp of fear
I fear what might be an error in diction..or the fact that i don't adhere
... what is this?!
absolute... honest... i need a picture to pa
Mannequins and shopping kartsHere we go, running, while in place
Here we go, becoming a mild disgrace
Here we go, mannequins in stores, here we go
A sight to see, posing for anything is likely
Take off the clothes and see imperfections like me
Spot the weakness in models with different parts
We're metaphors as in mannequins and shopping karts
Taking only so much, we're plastics,yet human to the touch
Don't push unless you're willing to carry what falls
Take them away, mannequins
manneqins and shopping karts
Take them awya, Pathotrends
Like bad parts in shopping karts
Take a hand, lead the heart
Frail DedicationsTongues encased in bone and flesh
Fall away under death
Fighting with broken bones and empty threats
Taking with them, what's left
Taking with them
Scared apparitions, not untrue visions
Words matter not, break them down
Watch them scatter, watch them shatter
Watch them scatter
We will not deny the fight
The fight to strengthen our life
Making true the presentation
built on faith, praise new dedications
to the powers of secrecythe silhouette suggests
a whiff of
chloroform or dior;
could still be black;
taste of power
is in the wound
still fresh but-hidden;
this wellspring is eternal,
deepening the curves
& shadowing the sheets;
you into undressing;
there isn’t much; a fine mixture of
fly high sharpie flagthis was supposed to be a filling-out
-the-tax-form kind of poem.
the end of travelling and the beginning of commuting.
gluing wings back onto dead gadflies,
a backwards rendition of childhood.
now you will stick beak to broomstick,
carve ships out of plastic bottles,
catalogue your little deaths.
but you won’t get there.
how, oversized &
wrapped in plastic bags? first it’s
“mother when i’m separatist
mother when i’m lobachevsky,” then
vsop, still no wisdom (hopeso,)
and let it scream.
and leave it on a tombstone like a scarecrow christ in rio:
"how could anyone be
Island BluesBarren rocks embraced by blue
Towering in salty storm
Take me home with ocean winds
Make me one with you
Vacate! And disentangle
from the old familiar shadow-works,
from slim Siamese deflecting light,
from facets miring in our clock-face
from the tribal hum of sheetrock,
recurrent trumpets maddening
our corners of the cosmic cog.
Separation is the rite of birth,
discovery and flight!
Head north and west, for higher sky
and find a porthole, red summer stone
where winds will rush through the fleshmaker’s mouth
slowing our feral, atomic brume
to the comfortable gait of gravitons
dangling just beneath our soles
in the Garden of the Gods.
Holy TrinityThe solidness of beginning
An eternity of summers
A sweet delicious immortality
A sparkling rivulet entering a meadow brook
Life giving rushing river to oceans of jumping fish and cresting giants
Flashing wet in the sun
Sunlight warm on us all
The molecules of time drifting apart
Gently seeing through those things that were solid
Spaces big enough to walk through
Ending in mist, asking: Why?
Cleaning Up After the BirdI asked God to turn me into a bird
So that I might soar and fly far away
But he was worried I would poop on his car.
Prayer to OstaraOstara rising in yonder field
She hearkens to our Mother Sun
tearing back the veil of Night now
to bring the Year up to Her peak
She turns the Wheel and sets the harvest
to bring in bounty and community
do not despise my deep petition
to bring us back to hearth again.
Asculta..Curaj a fost
când ți-am zis că iubesc pe altcineva.Și-ai zâmbit.
Credeai că e un joc tâmpit de copii.
Subestimează-mă iubitule. Fă din iluzia mea o lege
și îngroapă-mă în ea lângă miile tale de gânduri reci.
Ascunde-mă de ochii simțirilor mele..
EnlightenmentWaking from your dreams
You see life as a gleam of light
Not knowing which way it will reflect
from the mirrors of reality
You struggle with your faith
Your soul has been torn
As you get up, disbelieving in fate and trudging on
You feel a guiding force that mends your soul
and takes you to a world of bliss
Where dreams are anything but dreams
Laugh Me a LullabyLay me down and tell a story to take away the frown
I didn't know comedians had babies
But, your words are infectious as rabies
Giving birth to moments of rare brilliance
Cause if i were, Robbin' "Hood i'd have their millions
Lay me down and tell a story to take away the frown
C'mon my dear, hornin' for some action
Worth the Doe, i'm looking for passion
Cause two wholes take away the fraction
Tell me where the slot is to put my cash in
Do I wrap it up before i put it in deposit
Because i've become leery of keepin it in the closet
Giddy about this money like a teenagers first time
I do know she's after the tip just like her pursed "rhyme"
Lay me Down
Learned in my ways, she can read me sideways
She got there quick like driving from Virginia to LA in five days
... and tell me a story...
Teaching me to laugh at myself and wait to be released
Patience is a virtue and i'll let the four-play get even
To take away the frown.
She told me of how when you're in U endo
And the price of purity ris
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