demons and angels.
horns and halos.
wings and wings.
even the pharaoh,
born with Plato,
sings and sings:
“I long for heaven
as well as hell.”
these aren’t just sevens,
they’re eights as well.
the time will tell.
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o’, thank the stars for darkness,
thank the lord for ghouls and goblins,
thanking god for satan’s roar?
playing the cards of hearts
to flash in clubs with diamonds,
save the spades and maybe score?
what more is said
for parity?
win the best and lose some more
for charity?
nevertheless and neverthemore
the wrongs go right
for parody?
enter a death
to save a life,
and lose the mind
to get to therapy?
nothing is left for days
and nights bereft,
we fuss and fight
for clarity.
nothing is left for days
and nights bereft,
we fuss and fight
for clarity.
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 9:54 AM UTC
unending reminders that what we see is what we are
this glass reflects
that, which we see is who we are
. . . pellucid mirrors . . .
that, which we see is what’s become
this glass reflects
unending reminders that what we see is what we’ve done
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
you believe in a higher power;
I believe in the power that is.
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a yielding to a god
that is not I
is but obstruction.
hidden gems of lavish thought.
the fallacy: a call to action
for rewarding purpose only.
call to thee, a call to self.
the teaching echo
echoes teachings . . .
teachings echo,
listen closely
to the distance.
⁃ then, the whispers must be godly? -
uttered in truth.
if, only, the heavens
were on earth . . .
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC
it was beautiful . . .
we simply put forehead to forehead,
fingertip to fingertip,
touched toe to toe and
we accepted -
we didn’t move,
we didn’t flinch
- and we weren’t afraid
of one another.
(it was strange . . .)
we cared not to harm
one another.
just accepted
us, together, as one
became the object of
reality.
resting . . .
breathing . . .
never flinching;
never afraid.
we even shared
our deepest thoughts
as one
we shared our plots,
our stories and
all our characters,
the . . . protagonist
and the other and . . .
(it was weird . . .)
we weren’t afraid
of each other
even then,
we wished not
to harm each other.
just accepted
us, together, as one
became the new meaning
of fantasy
we shared our
wildest dreams
and laughed
and danced
and, still, firmly pressed
together we were free
(and still not afraid!)
to fall down
and get up
together . . .
we helped
one another.
we’d cry
over our bruises
together.
we accepted
everything
that made us whole
and, that, was all . . .
and, it was beautiful . . .
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 5:51 PM UTC
perhaps, one day,
once we cease,
some of us
will become the stars
perhaps,
some of our vibrations
will carry over
into the afterlife
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a flawed determination
of iridescence
a dimming, purpose:
to accentuate
*
a life appears to be
worth losing
life appears to be
worth more
*
inspiring hopes
of replication
aspiring, hope
to just feel known
without a promise
chance
to follow
dimmed in anguish
storied in peace
presenting, over all,
a flawed
determination of luster
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perhaps, one day,
we’ll all become
the brightest of stars
and all vibrations
will carry over
into the afterlife
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 12:03 PM UTC
perhaps, this smooth jazz
that’s playing sweetly in my ears
is from within
perhaps, I think,
I hear the melody
once again
I think
I hear it . . .
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. . . as a rule
and as a flaw,
he used his soul
to guide the way
protected soles
in case of
beckoning calls
to search
throughout the day
and through the night
he fought off enemies
from standing
in the . . .
wait.
and through the night
he didn’t fight
he taught his enemies
to play
and through the mourn
and through the hate
they learned to love
and understand
they gained some empathy . . .
and more than that
they helped him
with his plan . . .
continued on
creating bonds
to break the norm
of common man
he heard the music
more and more . . .
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I hear the melody
once again . . .
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 8:10 PM UTC
reporting love from underground,
I love you more than life, itself.
I fought the gods for your attention,
talked to Hades, asked for help.
I sold my dignity to Satan;
took some hell along the way,
and, made it back to you
by midnight . . .
I just wish I could have stayed . . .
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC
we are given so much leniency, naturally, from life itself; it just gets broken down and separated into categories of ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ and ‘ok’.
look, what is allowed is what is allowed.
we must allow the nature of freedom to take control and leave the rest alone. or suffer a life of quieted disappointment.
what is allowed is what is allowed.
(that statement does go both ways, of course; but, for the purpose of this conversation, let’s focus on the non-restrictive connotation for a bit)
the forces that are currently sitting atop the thrones control the flow of the day-to-day and do not implement the rules that follow the rules that were given to man, by Mother Nature . . . they try to follow Father Time as though he really even exists
“you do the crime, you do the time”
is what they all say . . .
but, who is it that taught them ‘right’ from ‘wrong’. and, who taught them. and, who taught them. and, who taught Adam and Eve. and who taught God. and who taught Zeus. and who taught . . . Mother Earth? and who taught . . . the Sun? and who taught the other dying stars? and, tell me,
who. taught. the dead ones?
did they not get proper instruction?
who. is in. control. here . . .
what is really allowed . . . ?
and who taught freedom
how to have
a moral code
in the first place . . .
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 8:47 PM UTC
summertime arousal
in the bushes.
freedom sings the tongue
and freedom sings
gently in the hills
to hear the melody . . .
whisper softer,
let it sing . . .
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summertime arousal
in the ocean.
stirring waters slowly
churning deeper
yearning motion,
land, and sea together.
flowers dripping,
swinging slowly in the breeze . . .
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 8:17 PM UTC
bent over backward
to meet the requirements,
halo got caught in
afield, full of thorns.
was stranded, was folded,
with pressure,
was molded,
revealed and refocused,
a diamond of scorn.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC