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Castration of inward vibrations
reverberates through these impetuous echo halls
Catapult cadavers over scrupulous formalities
I choke on every word I hold
Let us baptize our divine ineptitude in a mortar of glorious lore
Most of them are oblivious to the revelation of rushing thunder
Dripping needles, perfidious servitude
teetering on the precipice of war
JDMaraccini
2021
 Jul 2021 Valsa George
Steve
The people of the past
Gather round again, at last
I hear their warming words
They flutter like the birds
Surrounding me with love
Wrapping round me like a glove
And I find peace within the night
In dreams that hold me tight
Till a distant trumpet calls
From where the arrow falls
And though fate may shed the light
The people of the past
Still feed my appetite.
As I contemplated the project of writing a persuasive essay I discovered that I would have to have a topic upon which to practice my persuasive techniques .  After much cogitation and enumeration of my possibilities , pursued with such zeal that it soon resembled pedantic ostentation , I concluded that the most positive prospect I could pursue in this endeavor would be an attempt to prove irrefutably that I deserve a grade of A in this class ; if not for the undeniable excellence of my effort , then at least for the unadulterated audacity of my pretentious assertion .  

In order to perform this feat first I must overwhelm your developing consternation , the frozen mastodon of your auspicious judition .  To accomplish this I will cite my impeccable attendance ; which although not perfect was indeed a valiant effort in the face of public opinion whose abstinence approached epidemic proportions .  I will expound on the effectual and pervasive inspirations of my in class commentary , which sparked many a heated argument or thoughtful conjecture ; and comment on the polished precision of my in class narration .  I will reiterate the diversity and intrigue of my subject matter and the competence of my delivery .

Next , with all the dynamic aggression of a wind-up tyrannosaur , I will recapitulate and exemplify my arguments ; until the ramifications of my inductive collusions exceed the boundaries of your psychic phenomenon and you are forced to acquiesce into impunity .  

Yes I will indeed proceed to exceed the parameters of your mind , until mesmerized by the multitudes of analogous content you find yourself , disguised as captain corpuscle , floating euphorically down stream in a think box mind gram dingy towards a sea of Colorado cool aid .  Then as if all that were not enough to thoroughly torque your ringer , adamant and tenacious I will portray realms of intellectual austerity so intriguing you will be raised to new heights of enigmatism , and then I will leave you , enraptured with your own anonymity , at the edge, of the new world freeway .
He's standing outside
my door
He's got guns in one hand
In the other roses
and he's knocking ,
knocking and knocking
and I am wondering what for

If I turn up the volume
will he go away ?

Knock knock knocking some more

Oh well !
Maybe if I give him an
axl or a rose
he will go away
I have a hideous secret
That I can never tell
It’s heavier than bundled lead
And I can’t put it down

It hides the sunrise in heavy clouds
Makes rainbows disappear
Makes me walk in muddy shoes
Across the spotless floors

It eats at me like hungry fleas
It’s hard to hide the welts
The music has gone out of tune
And poetry won’t scan

It stands before me like a bull
And I am dressed in red
It rumbles like a logging train
And I’m tied to the tracks

It rides me like a cowboy
Like I’m some broken horse
It digs its spurs into my side
And pulls the bit up hard

No Galahad will rescue me
I’m strictly on my own
I have to hoist it up each day
And stagger on alone

I’m crippled by the effort of
Protecting such a lie
That I can’t tell a single soul
Until the day I die.
                        ljm
Don't even ask.
Open your eyes
To the light
Peace and strength
Does a bide
When The Holy Spirit
Guides you
You will thrive
 Jul 2021 Valsa George
HOPE
Many years ago
On this very day
God allowed you
To share your loudest cry
Turning into a contagious smile

A visionary
A lover
A mother
Who even lost one of her breed
I call you a general with scars

Here I am
With the pen in my palm
Strolling smoothly like a silk cloth
Yet I thought the ink would be dry
But how will it dry on a special day,
When the poet only release what is buried deep inside?
It is my mother birthday, and I told myself I will not write long caption as words are never enough.
 Jul 2021 Valsa George
Khoisan
Lethal the Mamba
one strike and Eve got Adam
to leave the jungle
Chronic ain't it 💖
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