~for Victoria~

this by rights
an easy poem to inscribe

nonetheless the rhythm escapes me,
though the wordy contra-shades of
render and tender,
some incontrovertible, all well understood,
their complexity loved and
jointed-in-a-soul,
betrothing and forevermore
rendering, separating

two subtle words that shape
e v e r y t h i n g
about the this poet, 
tender boy rendered man,
by many lifetimes that fit into no
storage shed(ing)

yet this new effort requires
effort,
the verbs ripped wrenched,
the nouns hide underneath profound,
notions needed for a potent potion release;

none, ****,
do not come easy
so put aside for the
spilling
moment
though the urgency of the
needling
in-chest,
thumping,
begging
for release furiously,
fulfilling
the poets
doublin purpose:

created to create seeds

only this
a simplistic surrenders
from self, to self
emergent

tender me
the teary essence soup of human weakness
from which
to render
strength  

from that brew,
give me beauty,
the keen and the ken
the crook and the hook

to desire the next days creation
render, tender me unto,
its new chance for
beauty


6/2/18 11:30am
down by the riverside Peconic

Golden bells,—bedight o'er towers—
Amidst the betrothing melody,
The touch of stained glass—
Beams the rosary beads
Binding me with a man held high;
Now to be crowned his wife.
     "My lord, lend me thy right hand,
      As thy loyal servant,—
       I vow to pledge our country."

The Moonlight Song,— let our haunches be mere pitches—
Of forests rocked by branches
Ah, my fatal reverie—
Savor this antique scenery,
With classic gothic frames,
And worn laces,—Peaking the figures'desires
Cradle me,—
And thou shalt drink my glass,—
To offer a sip;-- so to paint moist on windows.

Sunrise, leap me to this town!—
How gracious men and children,
I shalt dress all thee;-—Make a stronghold that prospers the needy;
Lest the void of promised land—
Wither the faith of mankind.

With the King's side,
Reformation sets the nation to affluence;
The bonfire relives the glorious centuries—
Never scorn, swords unfold!

Today I watch in disbelief,
entire city, swallowed whole
Nature's indifference betrothing Man's grief,
Each one believing it's in control

Here's a little something you might not expect, how do you think you'll react.

When you see a mind, that has been lain bare.

Here's what I've got to share.

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I'll tell you I finally did see the parts of my reptilian brain.
All these emotions - arts that logically, I just can't explain.

Now in my room I try to contemplate dread,
but you ain't seen nothing as of yet, I doubt my regret.
To be honest I was quite ******* upset.

This has just begun,
But I'd like to be done.

There is no escaping my id agaping,
my superego mentally ******.
My core is reshaping.

I was sad, not gonna lie. I felt like, I would die.
Everything that happened feels like a dream,
because it's new and too much, ******* extreme.

Now I feel lost, guidance at any cost.
lack my map, lost the path. Slack the rap, frost the math.

Dilation of the mind
Frustration of the soul
Contemplation aligned
Flirtation condole

You might not be able to see,
what a some thing or one has been doing to me.

I'm right, **** your label.
I've put every ******* thing on the ******* table.

I expected more than a fling,
thought we'd be a queen and a king.
Kingdom come.

Kingdom come

Come to me, deliver me from this rending force.
I'm hoarse, I'm hoarse, for my kingdom,
broken discourse.

Divine intervention, ******* unfair.
Benign intention, I said a prayer.
Bet some probably perceive this as weak,
I'd surely bet I have what you seek.

From inside the walls of the empire, within they conspire.
My growing ire, I'm no liar, this is hellfire.

It swells my chest, my veins in contortion.
Pressure unimaginable, evident emotional extortion.

As close as I may be to loathing,
I adore my dreams of betrothing.
I bequeath my person without a fight.
Sheath my sword, get a pen and write.

Emotions in check, I definitely won't crack.
Vilified, nah; visceral, yah; vision crystal clear, vicinal fear.

On the first try I'll get it right,
no plan B if it keeps you by my side.

When you listen you might be able to regard this as a hymn,
I'd like to try and be as touching as Johnnyswim.

Trust me when I say I tried to get it right.
My effort is absolute, certainly no substitute.

I ponder whether my feelings will ever cease.
By godly wonder, you're interest I'll warmly seize.

Then when we connect I hope time will freeze,
because just as he sat, I fear like Damocles.

Out from under
the burden of proof
Changing the argument
— freeing the truth

…..

Saying it shorter
staying intact
Words more empowered
— tightening the slack

…..

Writing … the cake
Reading … the icing
Licking the spoon
— crumbs of delight

…..

Leaders made
not born
when so inclined

To rise
or fall
— with choice defined

…..

Freedom and consciousness
answers implied
Unknown to the masses
whose questions have died

Freedom and consciousness
trysting aware
Betrothing each other
— to wed in what’s shared

(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)

Living in the present
living in the future
One conflates the other
betrothing joy and hope
Moments breed contentment
from wishes left unclaimed
Tomorrow rules your nightly dreams
— and all today holds dear

(The New Room: December, 2023)

Rumor breeds fear
in the minds of the doubtful
Peace only found
in the hearts of the faithful
Heaven and earth
performing a nuptial
The past and the future
—betrothing eternal

(The New Room: April, 2023)