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Jun 2020 · 143
Loa
Gary W Weasel Jr Jun 2020
Loa
Cataclysm masked in magma
And bulging land, aching the trees.
Nervousness and candor entwined
Caution dissipating quickly.
Eruption.
Love has abdicated the throne
Leniency lacking, giving no quarter
Engulfed in the Nietzsche monster
Death when lava flows on Pompeii.
May 2020 · 120
No Heading
Gary W Weasel Jr May 2020
Today is swaddled in yesteryear.
Left in the iron cradle alone.
Arise from repose, with stale mind
The morrow tarnished by dreams.
Pouring regret over my cereal
I take a spoonful so I stand in place.

There is no ideation, alas, also no striving.
The world's hue has faded from my eyes.
The blue iris around a sea of dreams,
Now is light ash around charcoal.
A type of purgatory, so I burn in my sins.

I think back to the lighthouse on the shore
Wistfully, wonderfully, beacon bright.
When the mind and heart made harmony
And angels proclaimed majesty on high.

The anchor was heralded by the mind,
Keeping the voyaging vessel docked at bay.
An anchor for my soul, yet naught of the heart.

Heart found not the Dutchman, but Jolly Roger
Slipping and setting sail, the mind melded not.

So now here.  Each following breath is waning.

If only...
Written May 5, 2020 @ 10:14 AM EDT.
Sep 2015 · 462
Lives of Quiet Desperation
Gary W Weasel Jr Sep 2015
He dies - - - Yet his heart still beats on

Man of the minute, slipping away in his chair
Into the quiet of the night.
The hullabaloo of his mind.
He slips and slouches, sipping his drink and sighing
Slipping into desperation

He looks at the time - - - behind the hand of the clock
And all the enemies of peace
Standing against an age ago,
Become dread itself, turning into the monster
And horror unravels the soul

The pin drop roars, but what good is screaming
Without an ear to hear?

How can the out-pouring of one’s heart heal,
With tension in the air?

So he welcomes the second death.
Written on September 22, 2015 - 3:50am EDT
Oct 2014 · 402
Forgotten Minutes
Gary W Weasel Jr Oct 2014
Our minds are the dripping faucets
Heralding the drops with great prestige

Yet the rivers of memories long lost...
Are the ones we should cherish the most.
Gary W Weasel Jr Feb 2014
I lie in the sand under the palm tree
Sand between the toes, washing in the sea
I count the stars, for the seventh time now.
With the moon out, I nearly forget how.

My meals come few, and far in between
Could the fish be sparser, so it would seem
There's so much time between my feasts to think
Ocean surrounds, yet not a drop to drink.

I ponder at the moon and recognize
How its hue reveals the deceit and lies
You, my misty moon, I remember you
When I saw you last, in agony too.

Those I held dearest left me here to rot
To wander about, within pain and thought
To fend for myself and survive alone
And march ahead in bracing the unknown.

I lie in wait tearing my own nails
Wondering what first will come, death or sails?
Until then I'll forsake those who left me
And draw closer to the sun whilst I be.
Written September 6, 2009 @ 12:02 AM CDT
Feb 2014 · 490
Would you be my friend?
Gary W Weasel Jr Feb 2014
Would you be my friend?
Yet in time I gripe with Plato
Could you be my friend?
Socrates and Gorgias spar.

These bandages can only be shrouded
Underneath grains of sand
Falling upon this dune.

During every heartbeat
One thousand grains augment this mound
Within every heartbeat
The earth spins away from days' light.

Time shortens between friend and foe
Their pearls are rusty now.
I simply wait for sand.
Written September 11, 2009 @ 1:47 AM CDT
Gary W Weasel Jr Feb 2014
How I wish the blade upon you
Your lips are benign to all
Yet your heart, malignant

You believe that you know my pain
That you think I deserve it all
So should I gouge your heart?
To give a sample of it?

You had no shame to embrace
One committed to another.
Your selfish ambitions are the death
Of you.

You're not even worth the dust of Earth
Your touch is cold
The steel of Brutus' dagger
Into Caesar's back.

Oh how your statue has evolved
You never cared about me,
Brutus.

For if I am true of your intentions,
Then God's judgment will rain upon you.
Written September 13, 2009 @ 4:50 AM CDT
Gary W Weasel Jr Feb 2014
Even should I rip every nerve from my flesh,
Will I still feel this agonizing pain?
For I am left to lay here, alone without an option
Until this illness is taken from me.

Oh do I have empathy for prisoners in their cells
Their minds not quicker than flesh
In the same manner I am bound here to brood
To soak within my own torment.

I remember the days with your fingers through my hair
Watching over me, caretaking.
But now not a soul has ne'er an interest in me
For all they know, I could be dead.

Alas, yes the thought has been planted, yet,
The soil around strangles it.
For if it were not for that rich soil that you,
Are not a part of, it would bloom.

Perhaps I'll draw a line to prove my insanity
Instead of going down the road
And then, maybe, just maybe you will see then,
The iceberg's tip from the beast beast beneath.
Written August 29, 2009 @ 1:38 AM CDT
Gary W Weasel Jr Jan 2013
Upon the spring of a time once past,
An introduction was conducted by one
To another where the time would come.
And meet later to make acquaintance last.
He dwelt upon the memory, held it fast,
Kept its contents from seeming numb.

In repose he lay charmed once more,
By her charm, her smile and hair.
For he gave a smile to his lady fair
Unconscious to his thought at the core.
And the echo through his ear evermore.
"Hello, stranger" with amicable care.

He then aged threescore days.
Never forgetting his memory.
Reminding always will there she be
With physical absence and spiritual craze.
Storing the face in a foggy haze,
Gaping into the void in reverie.
Undated.  Estimated to be written in July or August of 2002.
Jan 2013 · 425
4 Prime Elements
Gary W Weasel Jr Jan 2013
I have twice of what I never had,
Either one or the other, too sad.
My soul is warped
As it goes Northeast
My thoughts I sort
And discover four beast
One I knew, I felt, so painful
A desire which thinks all's beautiful
One I see, locked away inside
It's power is anger, I'll never abide.
One I discover, takes of rule
Stops me from living, fear is cruel.
One i am. I was. I'm now.
Rules of all, as loyal I bow.
All go to all ways
Never to follow another
Endless as rays
Neutral as the mother.
What the center, they
Can't describe anymore.
I go forth to north,
Which element are you for?
Written July 15, 2002
Jan 2013 · 352
A Friend of Life
Gary W Weasel Jr Jan 2013
A friend of life, for I have two.
One is old, one is new.
The old for which I forever trust
To never forget, I truly must.
One I have known for ten long years
With my goodbyes, I fought back tears.
To today, I don't forget you see,
I hope my friend, doesn't for me.
I remember the times, that once were.
Times of fun that's for sure.
The friend of new also I trust.
Good times, which toward I ******.
One who cheers me for when I'm said.
The kind of friend, I've never had,
Our hearts beat closer, ever more
A kind of yearning, I've wanted for.
One makes me happy, even more,
A friend of life, makes my heart soar.
Written July 6, 2002
Jan 2013 · 534
Postmortem II (Ex Animo)
Gary W Weasel Jr Jan 2013
I hear stories, I wonder why,
I am so lucky, to live like I do.
Tragedy striking all but me
I'm truly sorry my friend.

But you know you can trust God
For he loves you.
I trust you.  You can trust me.
That's a promise.
Written June 23, 2002
Jan 2013 · 1.1k
Postmortem I (Aegri Somnia)
Gary W Weasel Jr Jan 2013
There commenced a prevalent day
A day that was my own
My head being full of insanity
For if only I had known
Ere I found peace hath escaped me.
Desire had complete *******
A desire which had for years starved
What quickly came an abomination.
For it had such awesome denial
And even asked for devotion
Before it or I could even think twice
I felt a change of emotion
Such a change that said failure
So hence it finally left
I came to thee, and checked around,
It committed a great theft
Before I looked into my soul,
And was blind at what was there
Now again in peace I find
Happiness, cause I care.
Written June 22, 2022
Jan 2013 · 646
Pensivity Insanity II
Gary W Weasel Jr Jan 2013
Again I think
Crazy yet it may be but still
Racking my memory of sounds and pictures,
Going over them, again and again.
        I lay there, before God
        I lay there, on my dreams
In a room where light has been shut out.
And I feel, as if I were blind
As one sense is blind, another becomes not.

I read one another's and learn more of them.
How they have a devotion, not an obsession.
To one, and only one.
I discover a mistake, I scold myself.
One reassures me, yet I do know better.
I fear disaster of that beautiful devotion.
For I try to not ruin another,
And take it all for myself.
Or do I?

Time runs on, and clues elude me.
Until a word, is said, and I think,
The truth all rushes to me.
At once I feel overwhelmed.
One word triggers the clues.
One proves their devotion to me.
Their devotion another.
One word, so generous.
One word, so harmful.

In pain, I cry, of my own fault.
Looking for devotion in all the wrong places.
And now should I control this?
To be controlled forever, the undying devotion?
Only to keep myself out of pain?

My third shot, if failed,
Shall be the zenith of pain.
I sense myself starving for it.
I ask the Lord, "Why is it?"
To be so happy and said
That is the price of peace.
So, I face the grim truth,
Instead of becoming desperate.

Never before within my life
        Have I ever been loved.
And never again of this life
        Shall I ever be loved.

Yet, I still hope.
Written June 15, 2002
Jan 2013 · 503
Corruptionist
Gary W Weasel Jr Jan 2013
Corruptions exist
    Many of cruelness
    Many of religion
    Many of sickness
    Many of well being
    Many of evil
    Many of peace

Corrupt the soul into acting on anew
Yet the peaceful cannot be corrupted.
The longer the company,
The easier the corruption.
Corruption does not annihilate one trait,
For only it can hide it, to its extend.

Curiosity and the yearning to learn,
Can never be manipulated, only hid.

It's up to the peaceful to uncover
it.
Written June 14, 2002
Jan 2013 · 614
Pensivity Insanity
Gary W Weasel Jr Jan 2013
You wish to think deep
    Yet wishing what you thought is wrong.
I walk with a heavy heart
    From the source that which fuels desire
I think, can I trust any?
    With what the little trust I already have?
I wonder, can I love any?
    Only if they do unto me that trust.

But there are those I love
Yet fueling me the heavy heart.
And bringing me into this cursed life.
However, they're my birthright,
And are meant to love.
Written June 8, 2002
Revised June 14, 2002
Jan 2013 · 527
Recap to Resolve
Gary W Weasel Jr Jan 2013
It's just 3 short of 12
And the death knell is no more.
The grave is clear now
Soon building where light takes its place.
As we recall our memory,
Almost as if, it were yesterday.
When in the blink of an eye,
Existed the flames and fire of horror.

Seeing those in air, falling
And bouncing back up to heaven
Or going straight through
Because of the evil they held.
Sorrow influence millions
While others far away cheered
The cloud covers that
Horrible image of what stood no more.

Those who caused this
As well the others who harbored it
Have payed dearly
And lost their prideful foothold
Yet there is more
That which we are moving on to.
Perhaps just to prevent
Another day of infamy elsewhere.

We will never forget
And the death knell is no more.
Written May 28, 2012
Jan 2013 · 383
Understanding
Gary W Weasel Jr Jan 2013
I see now my intentions
Of life, of living
I consider a first step
To why we are here.
A question that is asked
Left unanswered
So I will start learning
Yet so far, not near
But where as better to start
Than at the cosmos?
Written May 25, 2002
Jan 2013 · 361
Shine on Secrets
Gary W Weasel Jr Jan 2013
I read one another's
and I ponder so.
I thinks it a clue,
To what I yet not know
A decision of two
Pushing to and fro
Whether to shine light,
Or search and go
And pull into the light,
What I may yet not know.
Or is it what I fear?
My outmatching foe?
Going here and there
And giving sorrow
Of failure again?
Written May 19, 2002
Revised June 14, 2002
Jan 2013 · 437
Loving Failure
Gary W Weasel Jr Jan 2013
I go moving, from place to place.
Only looking, with the same face.

I remember trying since that day.
Yet failing the same, in every way.

So forgetting that, and moving on,
Seeking elsewhere, from dusk til dawn.

I let myself down, a second time,
Such failure I hate, again to mime.

Great sorrow weighted me down til now.
This time, not to give up, is what I vow.
Written May 13, 2002
Jan 2013 · 462
Purposeful Peace
Gary W Weasel Jr Jan 2013
You have finally renewed your sight
Here is the highest of content.
Your soul has become extremely light
No more smaller than the prevalent dent.
        Has difference come unto you.

A pinch of hole has entered in space
That could not be cut with a mere knife
But with spirit and peace, there is a case
That you can find what's really to life
The meaning comes unto you.

Deep and conscious thought is ease to ye
Not just deep thoughts for shallow minds.
Soon, maybe soon, you shall see
God will be with you to find you finds.
        Peace, has come unto you.
Written May 7, 2002
Jan 2013 · 544
Peaceful Quest
Gary W Weasel Jr Jan 2013
So hence it goes on.
Search yourself fully.
See your emotions
Soundly I say to:

        "Destroy that of evil
        The five great enemies
        Ambition and avarice,
        Pride, anger, and envy.
        It is more difficult
        To do that it seems.
        For you just cannot say:
        'I have none.  It is gone.'
        The beginning is hard,
        and requires patience."

Mind yourself wisely,
Makes yourself well.
Magnetize the good.
Mock not my advice,

        "Peace is rarely denied
        To all the great peaceful
        Search not from the outside,
        But with inside of you
        At this point of your quest,
        Let not war, corrupt you.
        It is the happy, natural,
        State of soul and spirit.
        More patience is needed.
        It's the key content."

Close to be finished
Calm your mind and soul.
Create a good will.
Contain my knowledge:

        "If one is abusive,
        Quit company of them.
        If another cheats you
        Terminate all deals
        Nothing surpasses this,
        Awesome, calm and cool way
        Of confronting the wrongs
        That we meet each day.
        Speak, move as if in prayer.
        In truth, this is a prayer."

Finally, it's done.
Written May 1, 2002
Jan 2013 · 428
The Prelude of Peace
Gary W Weasel Jr Jan 2013
In this universe
There are two kinds of people,
Being locked or not.

Emotions built from:
Anger, envy, pride, and greed.
Having a locked heart.

The feelings born from:
Fear, sorrow, and sympathy
Own an unlocked heart.

Then you are able,
If you have, just the right heart,
To begin this quest.
Written April 27, 2002
Dec 2012 · 531
Ending Infinity?
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
For only those who have the strongest imagination,
Let your mind wander free and ponder
Its task is hard just to imagine,
But does it end?
Or go on forever?
Or is it ending infinity?
Maybe one day, if mankind exists that long,
The light will come to us and tell the truth
Then we can prove whether we're right or wrong
Until then, we can only imagine of this fascination.
Written April 9, 2002
Revised June 14, 2002
Dec 2012 · 598
Day of Infamy II
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
There commenced a prevalent time,
    Not knowing many would float above.
A direful action that not one could mime
    Now saying their woes to the ones they love.

A surprise had happened once before
    Causing many to run and cover one-self
Now again surprise is knocking at our door
    History does like to repeat itself.

Hence it began on a clear blue day,
    When souls were happy and bright.
For many to work they go away
    Not knowing disaster had taken flight.

People have working, high in the air
    Unknown, getting ready for what is in store.
They sight coming towards, a dove right there
   Just larger it was, a thousand times more.

It was at this time God lifted his hand
    And we smelled a breeze that didn't take care,
For there was no safety over this land
    Then shock and fear struck those in midair.

In the blink of an eye existed flames and fire
    But in a few minutes it repeated, the history.
The large white dove had hit the first much higher
    Your eyes don't deceive you; the sight's no mystery.

Dost here there is panic, hurry and screams,
    Elsewhere there is peace but not for long.
A dove in sight of five sides, so it seems,
    The mad one that does not right but wrong.

Now all that's left, is the four.
    And the twins have ultimately, yet sorrowfully fell.
For they are no longer visible from shore
    There is a sound coming, the awesome death knell.

Finally seeing that we suffered a great deal,
    God lowered his hand and struck down a dove.
We cry, for despair and loss is what we feel.
    He watched and taught us a lesson from above.

Now there is no longer any urgency
    "This will test our nation's resolve," he said.
'Twas a great day of emergency,
    On the paper next day it was, attack we read.
Written April 6, 2002
Revised June 14, 2002
Dec 2012 · 444
Repose
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Deep inside me, yet where I not know,
Is the truest of all, the heaviest sorrow.
    I know not why, I know how,
    A great thing in me, at right now.
Wishing my eyes shut on this dimensionality
With worries of nothing, just in the reality
    When I return, along with my worries
    They'll be lessened, along with my furies.
Written April 3, 2002
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Truth shall ever be contained in the mind
The decider, debater of life
Collaborating with the body's output
Allowing the face with lies and truth to bind.
But power is described among some
To deceive the ****** risks,
Extirpating all traces of truth to find.
Written June 14, 2004 @ 11:52 PM CDT
Dec 2012 · 404
The end is here
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
The end is here
And a beginning shall follow.
I hear the lady singing,
So beautifully it might
Bring withheld tears.

I have come from being fresh,
To the ignorance of the next,
Only to meet the challenge
Of my life.

I have survived and preserved.
I have gun what will not end,
And now I leave only to return,
Knowing what I have accomplished,
I shall reinstate myself,
With seniority.
Written May 20, 2004 @ 2:51 PM CDT
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
I ramble along in these halls
Discovering a lack of smile
In my mind and heart.

I glide through the doors
With from you more happiness
And warmth outside.
Written August 27, 2004 @ 1:28 PM CST
Dec 2012 · 458
Whirling
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Whirling...
Whirling...
A hear the whirling of the wheel
Air escaping and entering cavities
In the whirling wheel.
Gold becomes goal
And the fingertip needle
Puts me to sleep
At the whirling of the wheel.
Written March 1, 2004 @ 11:06 AM CST
Dec 2012 · 472
Almost a score of years ago
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Almost a score of years ago
Two matches struck
Lighting one candle.
Here the flame grows
In color and height
Swaying with the wind.

In the spring of yesteryear
This flame stood tall,
And danced majestically.
Eleven moons later,
It exists within an inch
Of its life, with much wax
To remain.
Written March 3, 2004 @ 9:46 AM CST
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
For he is gone, for he is dead
For he has left and left us dead.
No!  Wilt not yet young flowers,
Flourish still.
Thy lost flow hast merely chosen
For God's table vase.
Radiate they iridescence to the eyes!
Captivate still.

For he is gone, for he is dead.
For we go on, recall instead
Dreams a dreamy man conceived
Of a flower garden, watered well
Flourishing its beauty.
Every seed of soil meticulously placed
To watch the roots grow shoots
Shooting into the sky
Capturing glorious warmth from the dreamer,
Of a thousand dreams
Come true.

For he is gone, for he is dead
Think not that, conceive instead,
Were thy flowers shall come to be
The dreamer who did succeed
Bequeaths to you
To dream

Dream through walls
Befalling the best
And become thy exalted one.
Written February 21, 2004 @ 11:33 PM CST
Written in memory of my best childhood friend's father.
Dec 2012 · 516
Emotion haunts more on
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Emotion haunts more on,
For twenty four moons
Growing and maturing now
More than before

A feeling always known
Yet I find conflict
Believing falsely
There is time
Perhaps Grace save me.
Written January 30, 2004 @ 1:00 PM CST
Dec 2012 · 1.2k
Upon the tides of sea
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Upon the tides of sea
There agreed upon an armistice
And impossible reconciliation
Between mind and heart.

Thy Immortal Voyage travels on,
And another isle is found
One of purity, and clear skies,
Just is the last.
Only the way shimmers.

Now the alliance
Is torn from ahead,
And behind.
Written January 30, 2004 @ 12:52 CST
Dec 2012 · 521
Here upon the isle of love
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Here upon the isle of love
Many inhabitants dwell and surge
Here in lovelorn inn
Are many visitors.
Written January 8, 2004 @ 12:16 PM CST
Dec 2012 · 458
Stirring in my repose
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Stirring in my repose
Of you again.
With unconscious smile
Sweetening dream.
Twas just a sun ago
I smiled before
Return to reality
Lonely again.

What is it that brings my mind
Back to you?
Is there something we can't see?
After two score moons,
What is this telling me?
Written January 8, 2004 @ 1:05 PM CST
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
The years flashing within my head
Only the latest two
First in peace but now in question
On my timeline of you.

All the memories blazing past
Lost nostalgia once evermore.
I came to love you, love you strong
Conjuring intangible blood and gore.

In our fresh acquaintance, I thought you so
With unaltered personality
Defiantly I have seen you change
By reaction to reality

Your back has turned, unattending
It looks from here to be so far
Tell me why please, oh please I plea
Cause I do not know who you are

Anymore.
Written December 22, 2003 @ 10:58 AM CST
Dec 2012 · 577
The time draws nearer
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
The time draws nearer,
The end of the beginning
Looms over the horizon
Speeding ever closer.

Fatigue installs within
And reigns times in time
My impetus shares the throne
Several total confidence.

When the end is here,
Where will the beginning be?
My conscious proves nervous
In times of eternity.

I imagine then
At the end of the end
When it comes
I'll exist alone.
Written November 17, 2004 @ 12:55 PM CST
Dec 2012 · 2.5k
A Gem
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
The glistening spherical platform
Capturing the eye with a hue,
Of transparent blue.
Within the center of a twinkle
On blue and admiration,
No dust or cover exists,
Polish every day
By master art creator
A stone appraised,
With no price,
Irreplaceable individuality.

A gem
Full of its warmth
Held closest to me.
And upon my heart.
Written November 22, 2003 @ 6:34 PM CST
"Closest" on Line 14 is partially illegible and is a guess was what the word is from the original writing.
Dec 2012 · 527
Stay Away
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
A wretched curse fallen upon me
A virus that lives inside me.
I shall accept it no more.

My heart cannot be mended
Further than it has been broken.
Back then, oh way back then
Touching you gave such warmth.

Now you feel cold to me,
And my limbs freeze from your touch.
I cannot touch you further,
You freeze and shatter my heart.
You hurt me, torment of total anguish
Stay away from me, quit breaking my heart.

I cannot stand you anymore
Quit touching me.
You're so cold.
Written November 17, 2003 @ 2:03 PM CST
Dec 2012 · 582
Don't Look Back
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Rage flexed upon each other
Never once agreed together
Mind and heart seem to sever
Ever since life twas born.

War on scale far so grand
No spot of green o'er the land
More shelling than one may stand
Inside a war between mind and heart.

Tranquility here seldom given
Peace consistently overridden
To reconcile is forbidden
And blood splashes o'er battleground.

Do not make the mind mistaken
It is know for and has taken
Life from it and heart as Lincoln,
Engine of Life may destroy itself.

The heart is stubborn, and is strong
It shall fight and know no wrong
Until the ego brain is gone
Then it shall fuel the body blindly.

Now in love the balance is broken
There no free card nor no token.
Because the love for her is broken
In a splice one may not resect.

The heart in pain is ghastly screaming
And thus the mind is gently scheming
To rescue dreams of loveful dreaming
In a treaty for brand new love.
Written November 15, 2003 @ 11:23 PM CST
Dec 2012 · 676
To Defeat Death
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Amongst robes of satin and gold,
Stood three men of stories told.
There a wise man, of no reputation
Holds before them, behold! Such elation!

In his hand thrice a curious box,
So the men exchange in outrageous talks.
"What joke is this? Off with your head!"
And forcefully arrest him in his stead.

But this man of origin ignoble,
Without struggle of position immobile
Surrenders each a box to these bureaucrats
For each in size of one cubic inch at that.

And before the sound of earshot fades,
"Beware when you open of what cascades!"
So the man is silenced into his tomb,
Leaving mystery lingering upon the room.

Each a man such such ferocity,
Inquires upon the box with curiousity.
Without caution the first man tears it agaze
So the mind's eye bursts into bountiful blaze

And so, what **!  It is with your haste!  Your pompousness, your distaste!
I shall pry your sight to show you light, yet ne'er a way into your heart's blight!
So much so even the sun's fusion surrenders in succession to stiffly cold ice,
Forever forgotten, forever forewarned of your fervent fear and greed and vice.


So his mind comes about, facing reality
Shrugging his fate of ultimate finality.
Such the second man tosses it aside,
Yet it flies open, where he cannot hide

So you, your apathy, your content in nothing!  Shall you idle forever true.
Knowledge has tainted you, pride stricken you, you stand tall a pillar of stone.
For stone you are, and stone you shall be!  So much a pillar of salt of the the sea.
Tossing aside the weak and the encumbered to cares of yourself outnumbered.


Fear is struck in the heart of this,
No longer for such a heart in bliss
And the third, the final acutely aware
To open the box with everso care.

Thee the third, the final, your pleas!  Absorbed and plowed by evil's devotee.
Hold your heart true, all prayer endue a baby's flesh shall imbue thine heart!
For I know your deeds, and you unlike no other!  Yet let them smother you not.
For seek and you shall ascertain, knock to make the truth before you naked.


So fallen in reverence upon the knees
A chill rendered without cold breeze.
And the three transformed by man ignoble
Yet not simply here, but to judgment global.

Alas, remember this time of year,
A time to hold dear and cheer.
The time to recount first breath,
Yet a time to celebrate death,
Defeated.
Written December 24, 2012 @ 9:41 PM PST
Dec 2012 · 612
Glance of Upwardness
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
True I had, the right to remain dead
But a word that is dead goes so long unsaid
So I lived there very much real
And to know real the warmth that I feel.

Pouring upon the crypt and text
Then held from my text and you sitting here next.
Wishing to perpetuate unforeseen meeting
End of night meeting came and unto farewell greeting.

Yet walking upon the courtyard tall
I find the end of wall and gazingly all
Scanning the heavens and suddenly gaping
And captivated gaping at stars of infinity escaping.

But when I gaze up I am not alone
For to be alone gives a depressant drone
In my scan it is your face I see
Infinity stars sparkling and twinkling down onto me.
Written November 13, 2003 @ 10:15 PM
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Every morrow, I yearn to see your face.
Every sun, I welcome you in the same place.
My heart.

One hug or two is all that I ever need
It rescues my heart from the cold and feeds
Your warmth.

The sun rises but is not complete until after
I see its light and feel your warmth and laughter
Every morrow.
Written October 28, 2003 @ 11:02 AM CST
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Every sun, reveals a chamber of despair
A crying tomb of loving love,
Which seldom loved to care.

Not even the sparkling heavens sway,
Relieve a permanent pain
The sun rises every day.

To which a dangling heart rocks
From a lost love lust.
Ne'er again happiness knocks.
Written October 28, 2003 @ 9:56 AM CST
Dec 2012 · 1.1k
Regret
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Marooned on lovelorn isle
Many a tear over our misunion
Waiting for a loving rescue
From my first immortal

Thus the story a dozen moons
Wasted time of summer lust
Trapped myself within iron pillars
Hidden away in rotten rust.

I surmise now childish ways
Envying your loveful life
Not accepting myself inside
Killing myself within my heart.

I took away from myself
Trying to be with you,
Crying being without you.
Now I realize unfairness.

I was childish to you
My only friend, unable
To accept issue that
Forgot my utmost desire.

I'm truly sorry my friend
I don't want to be cold,
Anymore.
Written October 27, 2003 @ 11:40 AM CST
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
She ran away from the unleashed dog
Who doesn't seldom whine
Would never harm a heart
In the name of love.
October 25, 2003 @ 8:17 PM CDT
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Trapped here in an icy vault
Freezing my shattered heart
Chilling my body and soul
Through every throbbing vein.

Frozen limbs cannot grasp,
What the frozen pump does yearn.
Lost, so lost, so far away
From every touch of warmth.
Written October 23, 2003 @ 9:46 AM CST
Dec 2012 · 442
Reality Absolution
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Listen to me quite carefully.
There is an abomination of love
Blinding love for miles around.

Hearts hidden behind this red haze
Trapped in a world of imagination
Not registering reality, not seeing
What's actually there.

Looking at nothing but the future of love.
With great and utmost optimism
You, a healthy outlook to hold
But when it blinds, disastrous society.

Cease abuse of that love red haze
The heart will spark the mind to raze
Otherwise caught in love's passionate gaze
And untrue to the truth or reality daze.
So open the eyes to the actual blaze
That lies along the line of time
Downstream in boiling oil.

Once open you see the lovers truth
To see true friends and those playing game.
I myself 'twas caught in the haze
And have finally widened my eyes to see...

The ashes.
Written October 21, 2003 @ 12:47 PM CST
Dec 2012 · 438
Moving pictures in my head
Gary W Weasel Jr Dec 2012
Moving pictures in my head
Fueling sadness
My love drives me insane,
To heaven
Then hell
And back.

Why must I live this way?
Sorrowed over the defeat
For you.
Why can't I live as you?
With forever optimism
And blindness
From love.
Written October 18, 2003 @ 7:53 PM CDT
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