#madonna
Stretching out like a lion before a fight, dressing like Madonna before a flight.
The scene is filled with blurred out faces, using cigar filled spaces, with big fat snout that grin behind champagne cases. Using tux and hat to hide its hideous face.
The music starts, curtains drop, the dress is on, breath is held. The **** show is to start.
Stand up and start to spin.
Spin and twist like a quiz with questions of riches.
The growing snouts are getting greater as the ash trays are getting major.
The ace and break of broken pines and spine that been rearranged to fit the Madonnas dress.
The show must continue, continue to stand and twist and jump and smile like some sort of an idiot.
Stand at the tiptoes reaching for the gold above while the tips are dripping thru. The bleeding tips that keep painting the ceiling red are painting runes on the ceiling and floor like a sign for the sos.
The pigs are wheezing, the ash is in the air, the gold has fallen. Just the ash that builds up the throat, the only motivation that keeps the smile on and the floors glowing red. The curtain drops the wheezing stop. The floor is so close and the gold is so far. Bette luck next time is all I hear.
Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 6:09 PM UTC
The ****** Mary held a
bowl ,
blue radiant tongues of fire .
The light in the dark ,
the mother of all worlds ,
the enemy of all liars .
☆
See now the Holy Infant's pain ,
stigmata's lovely flower .
The spiral staircase
where childhood was slain ,
the monster which dwells in the tower .
☆
Small faces scream for justice ,
now enshrined in truth .
The light in the dark
will be merciless compleat ,
their blackened souls , the demon's meat .
Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 8:06 AM UTC
Shakespeare pondered names,
We are all given names at our birth;
Some are well-placed, others unknown and ill-fitted.
We spend our teenage years trying on new names, seeing if they fit, throwing them away when they don’t.
Movie stars and musicians shorten their names; Madonna, Oprah, Prince, Beyonce and Drey.
YouTube celebrities create their fame,
Based on their ordinary life.
We, who watch on, add to the myriad of followers,
Playing into their game, adoring their name.
But have we pondered the power of names, for our good?
When we speak, are we breathing life
Or simply just air?
How can we grasp the life in words?
How can we live from our true names?
Feb 2, 2024
Feb 2, 2024 at 2:38 AM UTC
demon in the bathroom mirror
last rock of crystal went missing
bulging eyes in my reflection
I didn’t like that
i couldn’t find crystal but i don’t ask
those guys actually saved my life.
two hours to billings, montana and the
prairie grass glistened in the
last minute Sunday morning sunlight
thanksgiving day drive.
designer machete and the wineberries
broken shabbat demarcation line
and i tried yet again to perform a task
to completion without getting distracted
screaming from the bathroom
‘i can’t hit a vein! I can’t hit a vein!’
water in the rig
miss crystal swimming in mine
Christ in the Cosmos
two plantains on the kitchen island in
a town house on west orange.
no man is an island
but I pretended that i was so
i could finally climb the double helix home.
i can’t be creative if i’m always in
a mad rush.
‘Prove to me your value! Justify your being here,
can you see me? Why can’t anyone see me?
how about now?’
tongue caught in a snare
pestilence in the mason jar
smoked paprika in the finish
water in the rig
‘Jordan? Was there even anything in here?’
i used to lay prostrate on the
couch
ad infinitum.
one thing they don’t tell you is that when
you’re dope sick you have to take
a giant **** about every five minutes.
the free cable in the apartment complex
actually saved my life.
furniture - mid century modern -
had to let it go.
hadn’t really listened to music in 18 months
besides pop country radio stations
‘i got that summertime, summertime sadness’
ad infinitum.
somehow I had decent pair of headphones and
a small, black verizon smartphone circa July 2013.
‘do what you want, what you want with my body…’
Lady Gaga actually saved my life that day.
demon in the ikea medicine cabinet mirror
giant rock of crystal
missing
water in the rig
‘was there even anything in there?!?!?!’
the mirror reflected back to me a stranger’s eyes
mirror is another name for a stranger's eyes.
i tabernacled in the high desert plains,
Sheridan, Wyoming - powder river country.
i felt the God-force emerge yesterday
up and outward from deep within my belly.
but today i’m fussing over straw-men
in plaster-of-paris suits
and i ate tortured beef at a
diner in Leesport, PA
and I can’t turn back into the man I was
no matter how hard I try.
so now I sit before
the most holy apostle St. Jude
located at Our Lady of Fatima Grotto
across the street from Kings College, Wilkes-Barre, PA.
‘The quickest way to Hell are the temptations of the flesh, exclamation point.’
i came here to reclaim my value but
i can’t seem to find it anywhere.
i keep getting flashbacks of the water in the rig
and the screaming from the bathroom and
if i didn’t tell somebody about this i was probably
going to *****
3 cheers for the Black Madonna and
the big surrender.
i’ve swallowed so many shadows by now
that i don’t recognize myself in the mirror
or in your eyes.
but my body is a christmas tree and
from the branches i hang
plastic tinsel and
crystals and
broken timing chains
and a cedar wood mala.
I see that Christ is always pointing to
his sacred heart
but no one ever told me that
the anahata chakra had a back door.
no wonder sometimes I feel like i’m a
hydrogen bomb welded inside a lead casket.
someone open the ******* door and
let some light in.
the sun doesn’t rise from the west
and there is no rest for the weary and
to this day I act like that wasn’t only
water in the rig.
Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 1:39 PM UTC
You're an emerald zipped up
you are like a thousand eyes;
that traverse the Universe ...
you are like stone
made new sand and water.
Grain to Ladder Magda sand
I take you with my arms,
because my tears
reel in your mermaid kisses.
Magda mother you are full;
like a statue of sand,
leave my rib and my hip
to be attached to your zipper.
Where should you be and how are you?
if you are not dressed as a skirt,
all skirt all whole
all mine, without a change,
makes us think Magdalena.
Emerald impregnated in the stone ...
no one will change your world,
since the world grows like the wind;
like the one who catches your nose
like the one that ages your brain
spawned in fields of mist ...
You are wind ... from the high tree,
of the highest in the world,
of emerald paths ...
you are the indifferent wind that carries your weight;
condense your grief ...,
and rush your sweat into the most beautiful sand ...
Hey Magda sweat;
sweat beads raining sand on you,
you don't aged and you don't die ...
Well you and heaven
they are a poetry family
that pierce your eyes and mine,
in the conquest of having you Magdalena ...
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 3:25 PM UTC
Red eyes, heart feeling, I love myself crazy in my life.
The beauty of the sun, the moon and the bright sky
The story of the beautiful hand
of the natural poem makes the body of black eyes,
losing hope that it feels like a child,
a beautiful girl with pink peace of mind
At night, the star thinks in tears.
To save the obsession in the sky,
a park garden with a high mark
that points to ***** means that the sound
bottles are broken because I think it was written.
Ocean blue, rain, broken Palm Gold,
famous to help restore the color of the bow,
hide deep pain in the golden lily,
identify a pure industrial girl.
The Queen is ready to walk like you,
they fly high on the thick wall of the world
with any thick star and that the sea crown,
by touching these points, you must touch the poem
in addition to shooting, X also flies with ink.
Increasing your thumb
The image of the Eros, any brand is ideal for the brain.
Queen Crystal's daughter
is known for her silver image
at the top of the human stealth service.
Inaccurate form, holy power, foreclosure,
tooth love, happy, slow brain growth,
still dead, things that ask for prayer,
medicine to show me, image dropped,
wind slope neglect, Gender, alcohol,
lie and scissors that fought for long trenches
For a long time in the battle,
Isne was praised for the history of Rome forever,
when Wubi Slipnula took the outer road.
The sound reduction should be opened
when it appeared recently in the afternoon
after the order of destruction, in the evening for lovers,
the next day, at sea, by sea, by the sea.
It is a dream of a tree that cries, cries,
cries, listens to sleep, cries or cries, whispers,
a glass of beautiful rose-vases, like a dream,
bringing a beautiful rose. White and Pink,
Trees and Shrubs died at night and in the fall, fell slightly.
The dream alphabet dream is a student's dream.
On the other hand, the Great Heat Council,
which took part in the payment of capital,
the delayed value and the application,
organized a press conference
and announced that what it would do would be great.
This is the correct shipping name.
On the map level, hardly anyone knows the benefits of life.
To find culinary fathers on a nippy night,
two different methods of drowning water on the lake are used:
at that time it was necessary to study the edge of the world,
which was an impossible base. . . However, in the first case,
the wife tried every day to achieve her goals and stop the rash.
The wavy market for milk,
which is a city traffic surge in September,
is when we become a country that wants to be smaller than a commercial
or clinical program tomorrow. It's the same.
Madonna CFO understands that DUET developers have no power.
But when I saw the human rights of Loco, not just seeing time!
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 8:29 PM UTC
desperatus, credere potes
mortuus, vivere potes
devoted to no God, except those that resemble me
i place each of my egos on the altar, and try to forgive myself
there rests a serpent corpse:
he began to writhe under my woes,
now his callous flesh chips away akin to an ancient statue
what's it like to no longer feel?
all existence is to exist, to exist is to procreate
vital enough to let sin seep into the soul
it is under that philosophy that mitosis cocoons my being
regenrate, rebirth, and rejoice!
I AM:
everyone you've come to love,
i am what you seek in the rest
i am each and every phantom that has glided through you and left traces of immortality, fused to the nerve and bone marrow
desperatus, credere potes
dortuus, vivere potes
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 4:13 AM UTC
I once read a poem,
About a god, swan and woman,
And thought about
The Annunciation;
A dove descended,
From position of power.
With no proposition,
But an edict in it's beak;
Flapped naked,
Before the deed.
Blessed is the fruit of thy womb...
She heard.
No... No... No...
Can we talk.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC
He’s a material man
On a material planet.
Gobbles up money like a gannet.
Seeking status and promotion,
Upwardly mobile is his motion.
At his side is Madonna’s Girl,
In for a diamond, in for a pearl.
This poor creature has no soul,
Making a fortune his only goal.
Grandeur or Greatness is his God,
For the beauty of Nature he don’t give a sod.
This man doesn’t know what he is missing,
Life’s simple pleasures and Love’s real kissing.
Who really needs all those houses and cars,
Or getting seen in swanky bars?
What’s so fine about a designer label?
We seem to have built our Tower of Babel.
This man will be deaf to these words of mine.
The only mine HE wants, is a glittering Gold Mine.
Humanity divided into Rich and Poor,
Anyone sensible knows the score.
Nations chasing seas of oil,
While back at home the slaves they toil.
Waging wars for piles of money,
Everyone knows it isn’t funny.
Any hope for Material Man?
Unless he changes, he’s down the pan.
Please sir will you open your eyes?
Only Love is loved by the wise.
Paul Butters
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 5:27 AM UTC
Gazing memories, searching clues
Not that kind of girl..
But you can turn me into the impossible
The impossible lover
And the beautiful pain
The strength i never thought i had
With the promise of happily ever after ♡
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC