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 May 2020 a m a n d a
nivek
Blue is for expanse of dreaming
- a place to sail away
a meeting of sky and sea
- a pathway opened up.
 May 2020 a m a n d a
nivek
restriction can be a taste of freedom
once experienced never forgot
a place of plenty, overflowing
where the thirst to get and spend
is unequivocally quashed.
 May 2020 a m a n d a
ConnectHook
My cat WOKE:
Petra Electra Perpetua.

I’m telling y’all, she massive woke;
lit, like wicked wick holy smoke.

She outsmart Christopher ******* dreamin’
teach a dog where a BONE at,
discern every demon,
(not to mention advanced forensics.)

She rise, she yawn, she stretch, she flex
then start cashin’ every other pet paychecks.

She charge per minute just to LOOK at her fur
while she sharpen her nails. My Petra purr . . .

Dogs be all: WOOF
She don’t even answer.
Scribe rhymed Arabic lyrics
while she beat a belly dancer
with her TAIL, pfffffft. . .

My girl don’t tag, she SPRAY.
Mark every wall, y’all . . .
Seen all over the hood, gnome sain?

Offer her Sheba, she like:
Won’t touch it. Give me that Meow Mix.

My girl teach Afrikan lioness about *****;
*** on a paean, droppin’ lyrics like mice
other feline get fussy
my kitty get NICE.

TikTok your Instagram feed
right into her bowl.

My girl so woke,
save her own fanged soul.

Slip out the house—she gone.
Workin’ secret route to EGYPT.
Roast every priestess in Bastet city;

My kitty taught CLEOPATRA (u feel me?)
about *****.

She scratch Catwoman, pounce on Robin
Batman wet his weak-*** mask, sobbin’.

My girl woke;
so woke she don’t nap, she sleep—

profoundly. Soundly. DEEP.
PROMPT #29:
write a paean to your pet.

Christopher Smart referenced
Though
I loved thee,
There was something
That stopped me.
What happened,
when my love confessed?
She opposed believing me.
Or may feel bored.
Though
She valued me
There was a misgiving,
That frightened me.
What happened
when we both detached?
She went leaving me,
Or may feel completed.
End,
now, I am alone isolated.
#love
 Mar 2020 a m a n d a
nivek
the turning of the *****
twisting of the heart
to be swept asunder
again, again, to rise.
 Feb 2020 a m a n d a
chris
I feel you even if you don't speak
you're a hurt person, who resembles me a lot

I know that I never learned of love so I don't really know about it
but I feel that you are a person who is my destiny
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert… Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
A stone has a Name that is Itself a Stone.
And only one Tongue can speak it.
A star is called by what It Is
And never answers. Deafened long ago
By the sheer magnitude of Being -
A Grain of Light in all the Dark Of
An Unfinished Dream
Of a Lonely God.

Stars are Occupied with Dividing Eternity
In half. Too Innocent to grasp
The Futility
Of every Beam of Light
Hurling at the Velocity of Now
Like a Ray of Sisyphus
Pushing a Premise to reach
A Plateau
At the Peak of an Infinite
*****.

Time Is Not An Illusion. It's Merely Meaningless.
With no Mind to Record even
The Passing of a Day.
Like a Void as placid
As a thimble of rain
Resting on a Counterpoint.

Without one.
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