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mumbles, rumbles, grumbles &  groans *permeate the bedroom still, woman tosses, turns and exclaims mumbles, groans, all twisted into a single minutes-long rumbling* *torn I am, let it pass, or stroke the hair, caress the shoulder, or risk awakening her to continue her alert discontent, or salve her, thereby saving her from herself, for me, us* *do you know forever? do you know perpetuity! this diurnal/nocturnal border line battling dilemma, comes early morn, ever faithfully* and I dreading her dreaming: court the new day’s chance-ry,^ plead my case, make new laws to protect the infants, lunatics and the restless and those would be their Knight Errant Protectors! <> ^ The Court of Chancery was a court of equity in England and Wales that followed a set of loose rules to avoid a slow pace of change and possible harshness (or "inequity") of the common law. The Chancery had jurisdiction over all matters of equity, including trusts, land law, the estates of lunatics and the guardianship of infants. A knight-errant is a figure of medieval chivalric romance literature. The adjective errant (meaning "wandering, roving") indicates how the knight-errant would wander the land in search of adventures to prove his chivalric virtues, either in knightly duels (pas d'armes) or in some other pursuit of courtly love.
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Jun 4, 2023
Jun 4, 2023 at 7:23 AM UTC
onlylovepoetry
mumbles, rumbles, grumbles & groans
mumbles, rumbles, grumbles &  groans *permeate the bedroom still, woman tosses, turns and exclaims mumbles, groans, all twisted into a single minutes-long rumbling* *torn I am, let it pass, or stroke the hair, caress the shoulder, or risk awakening her to continue her alert discontent, or salve her, thereby saving her from herself, for me, us* *do you know forever? do you know perpetuity! this diurnal/nocturnal border line battling dilemma, comes early morn, ever faithfully* and I dreading her dreaming: court the new day’s chance-ry,^ plead my case, make new laws to protect the infants, lunatics and the restless and those would be their Knight Errant Protectors! <> ^ The Court of Chancery was a court of equity in England and Wales that followed a set of loose rules to avoid a slow pace of change and possible harshness (or "inequity") of the common law. The Chancery had jurisdiction over all matters of equity, including trusts, land law, the estates of lunatics and the guardianship of infants. A knight-errant is a figure of medieval chivalric romance literature. The adjective errant (meaning "wandering, roving") indicates how the knight-errant would wander the land in search of adventures to prove his chivalric virtues, either in knightly duels (pas d'armes) or in some other pursuit of courtly love.
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My turn to scream, To yell at the top of my lungs Turned a white colour red Out of stupidity but that is what youth does Forget about chasing legends And follow shallow dreams In mid thigh tight skin dresses Remember the shirt stain lipstick I tell you, when the night is young At one in the morning My blood sing with the stars My skin becomes the sun I look forward to tomorrow with blurred memories leading up to it. See what it is, I can’t have my love yet With these eyes lined with charcoal Who’s to say my friends aren’t imaginary I hear a story starting to form Remember too, what its like To smile at death, forget its meaning How lovely it is to have your ******* firm Time standing still during the day Only the night bringing you life, oh I’m there I hear you wanted to see me About my age adding up to some years Not while I can still go a week without sleep, I say That is my big talent you know Telling lies about myself Who’s sob story will I tell next My turn to shout, I say To yell at the top of my lungs I am here with a camera, About to sell another life, rumbles of youth.
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Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 6:13 PM UTC
sia_morweng
Rumbles of youth
My turn to scream, To yell at the top of my lungs Turned a white colour red Out of stupidity but that is what youth does Forget about chasing legends And follow shallow dreams In mid thigh tight skin dresses Remember the shirt stain lipstick I tell you, when the night is young At one in the morning My blood sing with the stars My skin becomes the sun I look forward to tomorrow with blurred memories leading up to it. See what it is, I can’t have my love yet With these eyes lined with charcoal Who’s to say my friends aren’t imaginary I hear a story starting to form Remember too, what its like To smile at death, forget its meaning How lovely it is to have your ******* firm Time standing still during the day Only the night bringing you life, oh I’m there I hear you wanted to see me About my age adding up to some years Not while I can still go a week without sleep, I say That is my big talent you know Telling lies about myself Who’s sob story will I tell next My turn to shout, I say To yell at the top of my lungs I am here with a camera, About to sell another life, rumbles of youth.
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