"aforesaid" poems
well,
this is awkward!
my thought as i stand, balanced,
one leg in my knickers,
the other bent
flamingo-esqe
halfway through the other leg hole.
other than this,
-nekid-
facing the full length glass sliding door,
that in turn
faces the newly stripped
of garden house next door.
to be more exact that faces what the new owners,
must have chosen as their bedroom.
how have i come to this decision.
well as i hop and jiggle about,
the aforesaid neighbor stands frozen,
in his window,
hands on the towel in his hair,
the full frontal rest of him bare in all his glory,
bronzed and pale
bits, swinging in the breeze,
thin, hair less.
we have caught each other in undress.
awkward!!!!
as i said.
but manners hold sway,
i give a cheery wave,
as i hop and jiggle away.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
Iron man with his chessmen
Reinvent heretics for God's sake
Rational excuse aforesaid
Iron man with his chessmen
Wild flowers dancing to salute them
Drinking the blood after the game
Let me cherish thee this time
Never bartered you with victorious rime
Let me consecrate individuals with my light
You are your own conducting mind
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 10:35 AM UTC
the land here is so beautiful one can forgive all kinds of bad behavior.
see rabbit knock into a pail, then knock it again, so it is upright.
see the later mother believe ghost and for that in the thirst of ghost.
see angel, being seen, pained by a bell that aforesaid rings.
see the hand of god once thought to sweep, sleep.
see slow the jeopardy of dog ticks. see bullets in a wall
or track them their holes; some in a line and some stepped out.
see a film, the south in it. your lips with your teeth.
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 10:50 AM UTC
Fascination in obscure
words or sensations
in my deep states,
seemingly insecure or even uncomfortable concepts to some
yet holding a great enigmatic eloquence
in elegance
when looked at through
a different prism of the crystal.
I could even say that my
Deep Stateness
is of the copper-dark
radiating scarlet paired
with lilac,
inky blue
and grey mist
at the Lighthouse Keeper’s shift
when all stories come alive
and what’s seemingly real
turns feeble.
An example word of such would be: “Incalescent”
or
“Evanescent”.
It holds that feeling
independently
from its cognitively
given definition.
Astrality, to me,
if you’d like to ask as a help
for placing it,
may be most probably
the aforesaid
Deep Stateness married
with the presence of My Lover, otherworldly consciences
without words
(as if I were some astral being
embodied
and aware of its misbelonging
to this world
and my moderated
female body)
and my Fernweh
for my Home.
It’s also that Phronemophiling,
like a thing greater
than getting high on drugs.
It is also my endearment
at my antics
or getting Philosophy
in me and what I read
as lovely,
playing naked on guitar
at night alone in silent dark
with trust in my eyes without glasses, looking at stars bravely
without this handicap device
and lonely daring the world
to tell me
I cannot see them without it
on,
using the strong reverberating
of my voice so pulsing out loud
with sureness and passion,
or fascinating at my tears
for more than two days
whilst in commotion
after reading deeply
“The Dead Poets Society”.
Surely you must have felt it
one way or another some time.
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 2:42 PM UTC
It was a
frustrating day
and I admit
I lost my head.
Yes, it's true.
I have searched
everywhere
and can't find it
anywhere.
Of course, I
must get another
for a
headless life
is just
too dreary.
So if you have
a spare and
would like to
give the
aforesaid head,
contact me.
I'll keep it
under my hat.
~mce
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
Man the way people boast, can't miss it, it's on TV radio plus they post coast to coast. We love poking out our chests boasting, I'm the best to hell with the rest. Laughing like it's a big joke when we rag on folk, a very heavy yoke.
I remember life being more clear when people would lend an ear or this I would hear. May I be of assistance, what do you need, what's been allowed to supersede, that Monster Greed. Now we all have an emptiness that need to be filled, we try pills, thrills and even ill will, going down hill.
Then get ****** when in life we remiss, some fall into the abyss, trying to reach that state of bliss and all they can foresee is misery, even with a college degree, misery do love company.
So we make up contest, trying to reach some sort of success, nonetheless we digress, trying to find who's the best. Although we do have our super powers, we're taught never to cower, you're a beautiful flower but things do go sour, living in Ivory towers.
Now if you want to boast about who's foremost, check out this bloke who wasn't blowing smoke whenever he spoke, the man was no joke. The man was shrewd, He fed the multitude, never rude nor would He delude, minds and bodies, He renewed
A healer of the sick, a peacenik without the politics. Never a squatter He's called The Potter, the Man even walked on water. He's the real deal in which you can always appeal, if there are storms in your life He can make 'em kneel, Peace Be Still.
And hears the kicker, more potent than liquor, quicker than any city slicker. You see, it had been aforesaid so He knew what was ahead and He could have fled, instead, He was nailed to the cross where he bled, Then was raised from the dead.
So for all those who think they're hard, check out The King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Where you shall stand in total awe with the rest, every knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess. Now who's the best.
If you want to boast about who's utmost then we can all give a toast from coast to coast to The Lord of Hosts and receive. The Holy Ghost.
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 8:46 AM UTC
"If you want peace, be prepared for war
Which is a sure thing without any either - or.
Is there anyone open to non-violence walk
Who has that drive for a peace talk ?
War must be fought think I, with no other solution
Guns once bunkered up won't know dissolution.
Call then the soldiers, set up the cannons
Destroy the forts, bulldoze the mansions.
Let unstinted carnage reign supreme everywhere
Procure the bombs today that lay the earth threadbare.
Not a soul should survive, I issue the command,
If any peace - promoter found, send him on remand.
Should one signal out any olive branch,
Tell him peace has now no chance.
Riding with power, I shall be the omnipotent supreme
Subjugating the world to my feet is my only dream.
Thought of war fails to give me moral jitter,
War will be raged finally, with repercussions bitter.
Sanguinary will be the history now as tainted will be the scene
The seen will be unseen henceforth as the unseen will be seen.
Enough of chasing elusive peace; now bullets from drone,
Wives will wail now and mothers will groan".
Thus finished he; History testifies that a dictator had his will,
Throbbed the cruel heart saying go for the ****
The heartless soul is deaf and dead to the peace notion
You debate for; he only debates against the motion.
War is a **** thing; a butchery; no act of a sage,
Humanity must reign supreme for all the world's a stage.
It's vivid that the aforesaid was uttered by a bragging wiseacre,
For this song digs at such rulers; is, at bottom, a power caricature.
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 10:36 AM UTC
Engulfing dew from misty cold
Snoring on frosty haystacks
A dense carpet swirling around
Of crafty creatures and hags from hell
Fresh rainy aroma in delight
Inescapable , unhindered through nostrils
Neither railways' wheels of time
Nor bickering souls tarnishing demeanour
Mounds of besmeared rocks
Severe yet silent
But since joyous moments last momentarily
An ant from the core bites me harshly
I step into droughts of aforesaid enlightenment
As I close doors into confinement..
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
Irises Witnessing
I don't necessarily believe in moira,
as the Greeks laid it out, doubting...
although, I do have faith in everyone
having a mighty purpose, promising
everything is balancing on a tightrope
of betterment, yet some choose doom
allowing their wings to crumble under
the weight of the weary world's gloom
instead the air is an aerial playground,
but they're perpetually shot down, aim
irises witnessing those colorful heavens,
stillness, takes deep the time, aforesaid
James Kenneth Blaylock
1-4-18
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 7:46 PM UTC
“It can be a very spontaneous state,
In restraining the inner spirit of angst,
A plethora of pain held within,
Parallels of a withering acumen,
Once in a wonderful sense of serenity,
Or was it a birth of total disavowal,
One cannot feel the venture aforesaid,
Comeuppance breath within my soul,
Need I succumb to such relentlessness?
As the inner souls foment impertinently,
Shall I reconcile to the assuage afore me,
As my soul unleashes it’s invigorating remedial,
As my spiritual guidance formulates camaraderie,
Now proficient anodyne of once a dreaded angst,
Shall I now attain that of a once absent love?
Whether this shall be for naught it is affirmed,
A reticence of my spiritual soul has been ameliorated”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 11/26/2019 #174
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 4:54 PM UTC
The Missus Prepared Her Trademark Tortilla Pizza
Hmm...yum...after a hard
days night of reading Hebrew,
though I do not know a word,
nonetheless taking leftist to right
correspondence course tubby guru
hoop fully coaxing posthumous fame and glory
detailing mundane epistles about this Matthew,
yours truly indulged in delicious comestible eschew
wing noncombustible vegetarian ingredients,
asper supp pur ream culinary
innovative eats, she whipped up anew
(similar how mine late mum did construe
tasty dishes to buzzfeed famished motley crew),
anyway thee wife comprised something new
microwaved cooked, (the stove off limits),
yet savory extemporaneous hodgepodge
usually delightful originating predicated on Jew
whoosh heritage, sans unpredictable menu
within fount tin head,
where earlier this evening she drew
forth, the above titled nonpareil zesty
substantial adequately satiating
me tummy, which uttered
(rather incoherently) halloo
since supercalifragilous expialidocious impossible
mission to verbalize
with full mouth, relishing anew
analogous when just a whippersnapper,
viz teenage mutant ninja turtle lapping stew
wickedly bubbling cauldron warming Inuits igloo
thawing this adventure seeker,
when a mere hatchling shew
wing fearlessness, I unwittingly got shell lacked
(became nearly homeless) sent askew
enroute rescued courtesy Mister Magoo
aforesaid Eskimos he knew
nursed me back to health
shaman donned as a "FAKE" kangaroo
accompanied by apprentice
trumpeting on Taj Mahal miniature didgeridoo,
which nostalgic "FAKE" memory
spouse poked das man
i.e., dozing papa awake asking review,
regarding Tortilla Pizza comprising:
whole wheat tortilla, dairy free vegan cheese
organic mild salsa
meatless crumbles
cubed eggplant.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 2:25 AM UTC