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"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.
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Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
awkward!!!
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
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 10:35 AM UTC
Iron Man & His Chessboard
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.
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Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 10:50 AM UTC
norther and I quote
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.
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Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 2:42 PM UTC
Tell Me of Otherworld
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.
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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
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Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
Head Sought
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.
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Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 8:46 AM UTC
WHO'S THE BEST
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.
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"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.
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Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 10:36 AM UTC
"A Power Caricature"
"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.
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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..
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Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
Drought of Enlightenment..
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
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 7:46 PM UTC
Irises Witnessing
“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
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Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 4:54 PM UTC
“AMELIORATED SPIRIT”
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.
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May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 2:25 AM UTC
And For Supper Tonight...
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.
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