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Chameleon Oct 2020
***** fingernails
and cheap wine.
Fleetwood Mac and chicken tenders.
Snapping you little flirty faces
saying how much I’d like to make out.
Feels like we’re a couple of teenagers drunk in like.

Just a silly girl who can’t wait to see you
and pretend you don’t know what I look like
in the dark.
Yenson May 2019
The sous-chef of the albinos says
I'm in charge of cooking, baking and roasting
and in this hell-stance my delusions rules the roost
I've got the Crème de la crème and arsenic in tincture
prepare the grills and flames for a banquet of homicidal delight

Get that deer, King of the forest and protector of all
heave that Buck down, none but I holds power in this domain
its times of discontent, green eyes and walking dead are hungry
from challis of Madam White Snake and the shroud of San Lucifer
a sacrifice, a sacrifice for cold hearts and all mothers of the spawns

The belly crawlers and spawns in Hades kitchen toil
to high jack the mind of this regal imposing stag unsurpassed
hounded, mud-spattered, neither the raging winds nor savage beasts
snares and putrid guile's, poisoned mindless and shameless tarring
the buck bedded in Mother Nature in solace true and enduring light

So the sous-chef of the witless albinos says, no matter...
lets get a clone of that regal buck, sharpen knives and slice away
pepper, season hung, drawn, quartered, boil and simmer all the way
go tell tales of our magnificent menu, that stag is ours, for the eating
a merry feast for you all, pieces of eight for the dead deer's chest, ahoy, ahoy, ahoy.....!!
The meanings associated with the deer combine both soft, gentle qualities with strength and determination:
Gentleness Ability to move through life and obstacles with grace Being in touch with inner child, innocence-being sensitive and intuitive Vigilance, ability to change directions quickly Magical ability to regenerate, being in touch with lifes mysteries
sunshine Nov 2017
you crave for the original

              you want the latest edition

you beg for the rarest

                                    or the most real

but the only thing you're ever gonna get is

me

and you let me go like a wave tossed onto shore and pulled back in

i thought you wanted special

             i thought you wanted love

you told me you craved attention

                      but all you had was a broken heart
Arlene Corwin Sep 2017
Irma

I wish I were a sorceress.
I’m surely not a scientist.
Just a reader
Of the leaders in the news.
North Korea, Harvey, rockets
Boston Red Sox in the dockets
Charged with using Apple watches to steal signs.
Violence, hurricanes,
Cheating: Why?
This is too, too crazy.
Are these phases
Showing us,
Going towards
A monster breakdown?
Skirmishes
To Irma!

Flesh will go.  
Insect, bird, yes, every minnow.
Families child-less, widowed;
Dis-endowed the moneyed crowd,
Castle, mansion, slum will go.
Marshes all will overflow.
(and we thought Bangladesh was low)
The planet’s being bashed,
Yet there are people who cash in on it.

Prayer will never be the answer.
Cancer from our own behavior.
Karma’s germ:
Now it’s Irma.

Irma 9.6.2017
Our Times, Out Culture II; Circling Round Nature II;
Arlene Corwin
the latest catastrophe
K Lynnah Oct 2016
My last breath
Will not belong to my soul.

I will expel air from my lungs the last time
And it will become the wind.
thehiddenwriter Apr 2016
Be clear on
what you say,
How you say,
Where you say,
When you say.
One mistake and its all lost.
dan Aug 2015
i'm new to this environment
where i can share all my feelings
but what i am seeing
are ads that are aggravating
words that are deceiving
sentences that have no meaning

oh, what have become to these beings
bunch of nonsense about healing

i hope and pray that these *******
are just here for the time being.
i really hope they do something about all the nonsense being posted in the latest page.
DaSH the Hopeful Jan 2015
The only thing i solemnly swear
Is to violently tear
A hole in the sky
And climb through the air til im finally there
A few died on a cross just to try and be heirs
Facing facts God's face is black and they're inherently scared
If i reach a throne
Physical or metaphorical
I'm dealing miracles like morphine drips
And you could score a few
Otherwise
Im holding torture tournaments
Inside the gates of heaven
God begging ME for mercy as i torch him and his brethren
Eleven times over I've tried to bind Jehovah
To a book men have died for trying to be soldiers
Writ in blood the words inside lose all their touch
Im losing all this blood just to try and feel the rush
Of turning the last page and alighting all the brush
Don't back away from the flame

Its just me

Talking to US
I am Legion?)))

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