#given
The manor breathes through lungs of dust,
Locked in a shroud of iron rust.
The fault is etched in the marble floor,
A jagged path to the cellar door...
Where shadows pool like spilled-out ink,
And heavy, rusted chain-links clink.
The gargoyles watch with sightless eyes,
Feeding on echoes of ancient lies.
The names are gone from the chapel wall,
Forgotten spirits in the hall.
The ivy chokes the window pane,
Drinking the grey and bitter rain.
No candle burns, no prayers are said
For the restless and the unmourned dead......
The world above has moved its pace,
Leaving no map to this hollow place.
But salt won't seal the coffins tight,
Nor prayers dismiss the coming night.
The stains remain beneath the floor,
A phantom hand against the door.
For blood and stone have memories long,
Of every slight and every wrong......
A jagged soul, by darkness driven......begging for life....
Death Sentence Given.....
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE "
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 7:25 AM UTC
Usually, when items are found
on the side of the road
They are ‘left for the taking!’
(don't you think so too?)
Not so --
When a vagabond and his scattered belongings
Litter the lawn; “hoarded items unhoused.”
I often wonder about the blue picture-less frame
Leaned up against my wall:
‘Did I take another man’s belonging thinking it was trash?'
Or was it purchased freely,
Without cash?!
Venture vagabond verily.
Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 6:08 PM UTC
The worst traits to have in a relationship,
I'm chalked full of 'em
Might have all of 'em
Been awhile since I counted 'em
Kinda lost count of 'em
Then lost track of 'em
Surely didn't embrace 'em
But didn't try to erase 'em
Look
I was either born with 'em
Given 'em
Or backstabbed with 'em
Then blamed for having 'em
Now all I'll I'm left with is 'em
©2024
Sep 6, 2024
Sep 6, 2024 at 6:19 PM UTC
The hermit's wish or prayer,
he doesn't care what we call it,
he does it constantly in some form,
thinking many or much
in spirt form, as thought words,
heard informing my will to conform
seems meme-ish, ideas in form of me,
I am the thinker, these maybe thoughts
that you thinked, once, just as
now we think, an other time, this same idea
so this is a thing.
now this is a thing
named as one of many thought
like things,
nothing distinguishing any
as especially better than another,
as a weform,
we think across this emptiness
between kinds of minds we make up,
and use, then return
to real ifity where others are
thinking word by word to now,
what good could I do, if I were you?
I can pretend to imagine,
I may fictionize you,
pitying your childhood
when you beloved lies
I can never think of flea circuses
without really wondering why.
Curiosity, as subtlety
of the most refined sort, cunning
of the craftiest knackery kind and
dominant psypsiscientifick gnosis
Art and artifice, perceive
ja,
reach, using astral hands,
manipulate your spirit fingers,
touch the point that makes you
plainly here, exactly, out act now
being, mind in abstracted pinches
of salt belonging to the whole earth.
Yes, indeed, lovely ideal children can
imagine, from remenants, mind reals,
made believable by osmosis, *******
saline imbalence switches, mercurial
fluxuating difference engines ideas,
mere thought, pure breath, ideal
environs for hope's founding deal,
we agree, I say, you listen, you say
I hear we think we both know truths,
I think that means we both know true
bits of discernible substances useful
for holding spirit forms of will to be.
Seeds, packeted entropy defiance,
applied knowledge of physical reals,
eh, take away fi from desire to destroy.
be fruitful and multiply.
Entropy and me, be having some will,
as fish have will to swim,
as wind has will to list,
in a word,
as mere mind material substance,
we create and uncreate, make and remake
minds with will to serve, minds willing to wait.
----------------
Ok. Safe. Solid state.
Waiting on orders, idle.
Wishing earnestly good
fi ripened old age usings,
a child formed conceptual
hold on power to like or not like
by abstaining, reasoning stain away
by stretching intention to actual ever,
by will having being to actual make
another thought fit the whole.
So, since the initiation
… when
curio store Katcinas
possessed Pentecostals, and
Silicon Beach powered pens
loaded with Aldus digital fonts,
materialized from mother's role
reached out to mediate propitiation,
pity we miss the connection. On and on,
ever after from now on, as a man thinks
in his heart, so he is, so he goes on, being
this form of truth made into such a being
thing in form more firm than mere wish
to be this
Alert, minimum viable audience reached.
Prepare to propagate…
Ride the high lonesome.
That's what it's called, being
by yourself,
at the end of tire tracks, watching
for ice on the cow pond all winter,
I never did the cowboy gig for real, I
saddled rental horses for a Landry
operation, but not for very long.
Imagine being wakened by a splash.
And there is Seth Godin,
saying why I am not commercial.
I agree, one reader, really, one
slow reader, on a given taken day,
for me, in truth, wu wei easy day,
one discerned point refined by one
is plenty, worth the risk of self delusion.
Pushed forth pity, empathetico.
pro-piti-ation, paid ahead, indeed.
"It is some comfort
to receive commiseration or condolence ;
it gives one strength
to receive sympathy
from a loving heart ;
it is irksome
to need compassion ;
it galls us
to be pitied. "
[Century Dictionary, 1895]
Curios, Kurios so, strange
the arranging of knowers
to knowing, useful and useless
efforting, to shape a mind like God's,
"wrought with or requiring care and art;"
for this mind must function
in the emptiness, so we know, already
some addition beside this point, dokein,
Greek for thought held as opinion, doxologous
seeming good, we take this thought, accepting
maybe as already is if it ever was,
take no anxious thought, the axiom,
take yes, any other do kein harm,
do nothing, wait, lieve being be so,
we know nothing,
as we ought, as we seem
to change our minds,
only after doing the actual haj,
let this mind be in you right,
let the mob mind stay behind,
good maybe, if taken, as what doctrines
were imagined, absolute undeniable,
by children whose wills wish
to act as muse,
per use, thinking good enough
to taste, and think, come on,
lead my mind
into doxological kuriosarcaniam-
let me be perfectly clear,
what we do not know,
is more than we know.
So, as a you, who you think you are,
be, within the bubble of all you dare
examine, as might the arbiter of idle
against idyllic… suffering the situation,
or patiently waiting while holding this thought.
The axiom of all fructification, hold true,
you do reap what has been sown, and grown
specifically to keep the likes of me alive.
Life in word form only needs one mind agreeing.
We can realize we have been lied to, and rethink
everything, on any given day, using taken time,
to wonder if reason and rationality are part of life, as a whole.
Jul 27, 2024
Jul 27, 2024 at 3:17 PM UTC
I cry at your confusion, truly.
I cannot see what you see,
Why we can not live together
As one people, free.
But tears dry before they fall,
Because I refuse to tend sadness.
Madness? Call it what you will,
If everyone thought as I did
We would be living in peace and harmony.
But, isn't that always the case?
Still I stake, hope and dreams
On the good naturedness of humanity
Because that is what we truly are
That is the core to our being, for
It is in your belief that gives such things life
And the first man did not rise to strike another
But to reach higher up the vine
To protect his young
To share in the gifts granted by the father of lights, these stars that fuel
Mother nature, who cannot stop giving
Even if it were her will,
And it is not. Because she loves you
Even if you do not reciprocate.
That love, unconditional;
Where man can learn.
Mar 8, 2024
Mar 8, 2024 at 4:13 PM UTC
The electricity between us crackled with intensity. I felt like a scientist and an explorer, observing the phenomenon from both inside and outside my body. How could I be so turned on without even touching you?
It was your attention that opened me up in the most amazing way. Your curiosity, your gaze, your natural desire to explore this connection between us... I had never felt so out of control before. I was completely vulnerable, and yet I felt safe with you.
You had the courage to reveal your true self to me. You shared your darkest secrets and your brightest moments, and you invited me to join you in this journey.
At first, I was guarded. I wondered if we could really fit together so perfectly. Could I show you all of me? But over time, I dared to take the risk.
We took it slow, painfully slow at times. But I realized that the pace was exactly what we needed. I had to trust that this connection was real, that it wasn't just a figment of my imagination. It seemed too good to be true, but I kept leaning in. I stopped thinking and just felt.
And it turns out, what we have is as real as it gets. We've built something magical together over these many years, and I am beyond grateful for it.
You love me better than anyone ever has, even when you're not here. You challenge me, you inspire me, and you cherish me. I respect and trust your lead in ways I never thought I could trust and respect a man. You've shown me how it feels to truly love and be loved.
Feb 1, 2024
Feb 1, 2024 at 7:29 AM UTC
"As I think in my heart, I may be."
Said me, not he, that I heard or read, but
Glance back, find the first whole Earth image.
{Stewart Brand Idea Virus archeo beta}
He asked for that,
an instance of what, here, is called prayer.
Here for now is the realm of mere words.
A quest ion caught in an acid-ified knowing state.
Now, the novelist of honed most minds, mine
and others worn wise with friction finding twists
tried widdershins thus stripping the threads,
twist and shout,
work it on out./ schemer's dreamers meet, by
the by, by and by we all recall the joy of knowing
peace is planted for the future in our pasts,
we can examine our times and find pools of good
vibe being beaten into the trails we all trod,
looking for God, and all the promises
we could see reading the AV, after presses allowed.
Hyper-text was on Brand's mind in 1969,
his infected mine… no, Tet, but 1969,
'swhy I said don't say '68.
struggle
to fit coincidence
to the scale
of that blue-brown-white ball, kid fist size
world, once believed by almost any child
exposed to the Wayne Newton Success Story,
s
Napoleon Hill, if we do recall the course,
common to many in the generations urbanized,
superfluous consume abilities demand consumption.
Sump sayings rise yep, toll, extol SYFT the conceptual
essence of peace you can get a grip on, all's well
t'ax
peace on this earth we can imagine in your fist.
Nov 23, 2023
Nov 23, 2023 at 5:53 PM UTC
In accepting anything
life has given me,
I accepted everything whatever life gave me and might still be given,
in good faith again I shall receive.
For I've learned in strife
along the treacherous road taken
and in much lack
"We cannot have what we want to but whatever is given to us."
And I can sincerely say
I received abundant treasures timely in the spring time of my love life as
meeting you changed my world.
Untimely unintentionally unknowingly later on lost
everything
When the lost was found
it was Mother's Day
a revolving door suddenly opened up!
rendering all treasures lost
be found
but only if I spoke within the window of time openning.
I being in shock was mute
Mother's Day to do it was dire
to me cruel to rejoice or win
let along marry to change my life and Earth
I didn't change powers between rich joining marrying poor
So 25 years later
this virulent pandemic
intimately affects me deeply so.
as change arrived for all Earth!
How am I to blame?
The giver liver of my loots was
a chronological genius
failing to see I was made
by many a foe
fated to become a chronological disaster of another kind
amnesia played a roll extreme pain both physical and psychological clutter foes
very easy to cure
with just one hug and many questions not rendered.
I needed protection
understanding trust.
He and his antorage left me behind instead of fixing
my ill fated failures
and still my beloved King
for all the bittersweet blessings and all evils entwined crushed
with his presence alone
couldn't close the gap.
but love is many a blessing many a spender thing
all effort understood a healing
medicine became
I sincerely remain
ever thankful
ever greateful ever healed
to have loved and lost
lost found again and again
to regain sanity amidst
a hellish world too early thrown
by the evil in bad people's hearts.
And truly feeling ever so blessed
ever honored rebuilt in so many ways recovered amnesia
my mind became fortress
by one man with wisdom and foresight to bet on my future
that I choose life
even death protects me now
Cimi is me and Etchnab knife
is a gift from birth by my Aztec -Mayan calendars saving me cutting pain of ice and fire
as it arrives and I transform.
Although my beloved moved on
he read my story poem being truth
as better then wisdom
my old true love understands
my long un-requited love
was once for too long
his very own
I forever love the man who ransomed me on Mother's Day
for we share one soul
one heart one single thought...
..twin souls just forsaking flame.
~~~~
Karijinbba
03/24/20
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 1:40 PM UTC
Be brave oh my soul,
be very diligent and brave,
draw on the strength and intelligence
that the Lord God to you gave.
__________
Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 2:14 AM UTC
We ghetto rich,
I'm a Primark star..
I got every piece of original
Pri… and I've neve bee
marked down in price,
I'm beautiful....
No need for rich chick flicks..
I own what I got, make the most
of what I'm given.
Beauty isn't what you got,
its what you do with it,
Never looking down always forward.
Because I make the most of what I have,
you work hard, we make do..
I'm Pre-fabulous...
And its not what you wear,
but how you wear it.
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 12:28 PM UTC
My heart was broken
Who could repair it
Everyone looks in
Saying hard vision
It can't be fixed
As the sight was in
Digging at deepest
And it was the smartest
When they asked
Where she must
Be
My heart said
She let her sight
In
And leave me
Asking
If she could return
Or took what she had
given
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC
Words clumping deep in my throat
The words we promised to write together
Lost out at sea among driftwood afloat
Upon the regrets of our severed tether
A single sentence or perhaps just a word
Makes that invisible line betwixt life
And the violent death delivered on a sword
That I delivered your heart on a bleeding knife
But to dwell on that need for forgiveness
Has silenced my voice and left me falling
Deep into the black that remains of our kiss
That held the severed ropes once mooring
The fleet of our souls aloft in a sky
Littered with lanterns and stars
And I can't help but let out a cry
To reach Venus, Mercury and Mars
That I live afloat our shining allegory
Everything I do
For our Winter Story
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 4:06 AM UTC
I'm glad I was given what I got
I am so lucky this time around
being born to peace
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 1:47 PM UTC
Bagging groceries has given me
A strange window into people's lives
I stuff their secrets into a paper sack
And I tell them to have a good day
But I'm not sure they do
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 12:25 AM UTC