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Sputter Outlaw Jan 2020
My submission to the cosmos today is this
that the minor perturbation atop my vast desire
should not admonish but allow this verse
to see the light in this form of lexical representation
as it issues from my head through my fingers
and under my breath.

That limpness and idleness be banished hereof
from these words that attempt and do not fully fail
to seize the illusive grail of
frank effability.

As such,

Take heed and fear not frail heart of mine that once was lost
for now not only are you found but you are bound
to witness on behalf of
the triumph of longing
in the dark places.
The fumbling, groping, feeling around
when hope eluded you.

Now hope has won and wins again and again.


Faith, Hope and Love.


The greatest of these is now in the fight.

The greatest of these has thrown their gloves into the ring, fit and ready to bring it.

The greatest of these has got your back.

The greatest of these lift you up.

The greatest of these is what you were made for.

The greatest of these is many and splendoured.

The greatest of these is that somebody.

The greatest of these reigns supreme.

The greatest of these is the eternal, number one champion.

The greatest of these is all you need.


                  *                

Belonging to a fold of yearners
As wide, as deep
as language itself.
Let my ambling
meta-critique
be as one more pebble
thrown
adding ripples
to the vistatic loch of contributions
on this theme
echoing, echoing
from the chaos afore time
to adjunct futures
within the Caves, Temples, Palaces
and 'Scrapers of Rhyme.
What a way to start the day
Sputter Outlaw Dec 2019
like this.

Step 1.

Anticipate your audience. (Hi Pam)

Prove it with prudence

Unrelenting self-improvement.

Involuntary inducement (if it's slam)


Step 2.

Recite. Relapse. Reconvene. Review. Recommended.

Be always

obscenely you.


Step 3.


Edit you edict. Transform. Improve. Reprove.


Step 4.


Repeat.


Step 5.


Complete.


Step 6.


Submit.


Step 7.


Permit free interpretation.

Wait on high

see

what happens

upon the sea of words and waves of wisdom and rhythm.
Sputter Outlaw Nov 2019
My morning ritual complete.

Say a prayer.

Primed and ready to eat.

Slow down, chum

Else you feel down cast.

Slower. Slower.

Don't look so glum.

Or else breakfast

Will be consumed too fast.

And mireth the day

Yet not complete.
Sputter Outlaw Nov 2019
Tired.

All my life I am tired.

Tired of awaiting the call

tired to wait to be small

Next to another whose tall.

Tired of trying and waiting and doing all my life

in the thrall

of the wait

to challenge the looming debate

and crying my eyes

To sleep.

Too Late.

For time slows to a creep

and winds all my life.

I am tired

and waiting

all my life

to sleep.
Hard day, fearful of tomorrow's own hardship yet optimistic of the future and all it's waiting around. In the meantime I will do.
Sputter Outlaw Nov 2019
Oh Frail Heart! Where mine iniquity dwells.
Have you not reach for the sun?
Have you not strength to scale the moon?
My heart, have heart, and do not swoon.
Beelzebub has not cast such clouds yet
That should induce the cry:
Alack! Please take me soon.
Tube, 4 hrs sleep, inspiration/psychotic voice alive again. And nailed in verse.
Sputter Outlaw Apr 2016
Rippled and waxed with want
Flesh un flesh
Desire lines
And drives.

She’s in the backseat
Unervously
Takes doesn’t placates
Sharp left
She swerves
I swerve (swine)
Not to the right
Flashes, beams of light.

Piercesome lights
Flooding the nights
A Borealis got naught
On this blight.

Shadowed beasts collide.
Oh. Look. Crash.

At the wake.
Desire still breathes.
This time though
On her knees.
Sputter Outlaw Apr 2016
In mid morning dew
Why find you so sullen?
it's of no regret to see
you beacon of blasphemy
when all I's want is
one short
token of indulgency.

Frequent my life
ift you do but dare
respend my strife
if you dost care

weren't it so strange a thing
if by now twere bought a diamond ring
without learning you by now
acquiescent knowledge acsertained
but how?

You are a rose of sorts combined
a fleetful and enormous kind
with skin and flesh delush
mine fitlful longing aflush

For

Despite all sentiment still obscene
I regail you as my love, my Queen
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