"breading" poems
Should my anticipation run behind, when the air so cold runs dry? My mind is a wonder in this ponder ahead of me. For some reason my heart says you're a bit overwhelmed but I can't help but rely on will dwell.
Some of the sun spots reflect the conscious of hell we rebel. The eye of the drafty wind. My mind wonders as I see the sun bleed, my heart sinks as the hours pass. You remind me of the constellations breading. The halo is gorgeous as your amber glows the Tuesday moon bringing in the Wednesday revenge, a perfect circle to a perfect gratitude of the lust we shared in a wanted haunting. Your strawberry kiss gathers my mood swings. It's heart carries a stone the size of the moon. Pity from far but a sight to see the circle of life surrounds the familiar meaning of how much you mean to me. Some days I can't remember some days I would like to forget. When lovers split into million pieces call me out as I blacken into fading out the cool breeze cold chill spinal tap heart attack buried deep in my bones a diamond in the ruff. My fractal eye frame this sight picture it twice keep me in mind what you see is what you find. Finding myself blind I'm reminded all the time. I'm bloodshot dry Trying not to cry. My reasons why are believed lies. with just one look no second guess. You'll see my regret. You'll see me die a little in my sight. the half heart you shared the day I felt I would care... I would reside my life just to keep you near of a grateful insight. Standing in line waiting to see you see my side. I found my peace you had fit the feeling of being complete embraced me. to let it be. hesitation aside I would rewind my life just to keep you close by, but the patterns we can't hide from this manifested tide. A rush of love a loss of touch we reach for the sky but the stars just keep pushing high as we keep stretching our time is space.
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 11:33 PM UTC
We are but chromosomes
Away from
Knuckles upon the floor
Clothes,
Shoes,
Naked,
Bodies, hair upon all
Of us, we are only smarter
By fluke
**** erectus*
Neanderthal
Homo-sapiens
"Are we the next to fall"
Machines with thoughts
Able to move think for them selfs
Noughts
Zero's
Cognitive
Thought, realization that the
Creator is below the creation,
"Are we the masters of our own downfall"
We have reached the time
When one must progress
And the other becomes
A museum Piece attached to a wall,
*"Here is a Copy of **** sapiens"*
"Last breading pairs in the"
"Humanity Zoo"
There used to be billions
But know there are fewer
Than a hundred, a gene pool
Nearly extinct,
But cross breading is
A worthy course mixing
Human
With
Machine,
And so the time has come to pass,
That those that were on top
Are now the last on the bottom of
"The food chain"
There time came then passed..
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
bird of joy forgot to pass by
atleast to come say hi
behid every loud laugh
is long cry
or a cold heart
were a bird of joy is dead
died with silence
without any realization or recognition
maybe cause of the given hard mission
it was un breakable un shakeable
new birds are still born
let our nest bloom to their wants
to get them breading and growing in there.
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 3:42 AM UTC
*Spread over warm shortbread ,
a drizzle with molasses and cornbread
On a fresh baked apple , a dabble on a **** ,
a spoonful over your corn on the cob
Hoecakes , pancakes , johnnycakes and
hushpuppies
A crawfish boil , a 'smidge in the stew , *** liquor , fresh hominy in the fridge ,
drop biscuits , catfish breading and Columbus
grits
Grandmother's frosting with a -
Mason Jar
The Old Red Rooster sleeps in PawPaw's car
Barn Owl hoot 'n holler
Two York's in the afternoon wallow
Blackberry muffins on the rack
An afternoon stitch on Uncle Joe's back
Three legged pup in a red clay ditch
Mother whipping okra with a hickory switch* .....
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 8:55 PM UTC
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 3:44 AM UTC
Who will enlighten little Bo-Peep.
On the surface compliant sheep,
Though breading monsters underneath,
and once the sheep have grown their teeth,
Were-sheep will have their share of meat.
Bo-Peep!
****** wolves derived from sheep!
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 5:01 AM UTC
As she crouches over the pray she never had the courage to catch
Watch for emotion in her overflowing eyes
Heat Radiates from her Face with ache of unfulfilled wants
She Waits...
Too Much left to keep inside it feels weightless in her vacant chest
Cold covers every part
The temperature comes from within the Monster
She Waits..
Afraid to find her own reflection
To Show those shiny Green Eyes
Has she turned already, Is her Fate still in everyone else's Hands?
A Monster that has been Breading in her veins
She Waits..
Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 10:34 AM UTC
Spear my years with a nail or two
to disintegrate the partings of rust,
and with honey foretelling lacking short age,
creates a fine wealth to adjust.
The confinements of rails
seek some sort of wayward point,
breading, kneeding,
in absence of hunching mirth.
So when the 2's and 3's
speed up to fine 6's and 7's;
remind me. Remind me to
seed kind water and properly place them.
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 4:41 PM UTC
god does not love me
i think he doesn’t even know my name,
yet i still wonder what he’d call me by once i arrive
at the gates of afterlife,
would he disregard what he wrote in the book of life,
look me in the eye
and call me by the name
my parents christened me with
instead of human number 99560000c, earth #05?
but who am i fooling;
i am but a donut flying across infinity in lightspeeds
one moment there, a moment later swallowed by the hungry monster who awaits
in the black hole
am i a snack for idle gods?
a cut of chicken running from the jaws of earth, unaware
that it is merely flopping from one bowl to another,
flour to egg to crumbs—
a breading offering for the deities
most people have come to accept that, i think
as i jump yet again into the bowl of flour
but i am not most people, as i refuse to believe
the reality that i am but a speck of dust fleeting through life,
an insignificant bug easily quashed by the stinking
foot of infinity,
that old hag.
life is temporary
too much breading does not do any good
i will soon be the trillionth dumped into that pool of hot oil
but **** if i’m not going to try scorching the tongue of a god,
and while i’m at it,
be the most delicious flying donut in the galaxy.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 4:24 PM UTC
*Guitar buried in effects
Women mired in makeup
Men wrapped in ego
Woodwork dripping with shellac
Seafood dipped in breading
Carpet drowning in dust
The baptized cleansed in water
The son copying the father
A publican garnering trust
A 62' John Deere seized with rust
The dead becoming dust
A poker hand royal flush
An over and under combination
A gods abomination
Traipsing the woodline for a spell
A five o'clock trip from hell* ...
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 10:49 PM UTC
The world enters
She holds a plate
Bows to the table
Where you just ate
“Someone nice to fall in love with?”
“Yea sure, why not?”
It's been a heavy meal
Your stomach is wrought
Fork stabs at the corners
Breading, bland and bleak
You miss the previous course
This is all just lard and leek
But you asked for this
It's time to eat
You opted in
For something sweet
Are sweet things
Not enough for you?
Do you crave the heat?
Of spice and rue
Those rich delicacies
Made you shatter and break
Let go of them now
And finish your plate
What you get now
And all there is to order
A small, simple circle
With a felt-tip border
A pillow to sleep on
A jumper to wear
Someone nice to fall in love with
If you even care
A light to see by
A melody to hum
Flowers that creep
Between apple and plum
A meal that is certain
A modest, tidy pie
Someone nice to fall in love with
If you give it a try
May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 7:15 PM UTC
My name around the house is Mr. mushroom
Cause I’m always cooking mushrooms
Salt and pepper mushrooms
Squealing in a pan
You’re vegan and you don’t like mushrooms?
I don’t understand
Looking like a lizard, chewing on stringy hallucinogens
Or classy and tall floating in your soup
Or rich like truffles
Or frilly like flowers that kiss each other
Growing in bark, growing on trees
Growing in fields with no strawberries.
I met a mushroom picker one time, real nice guy
Was his trade, did it all day.
Squealing in a pan
My sister said when it comes to cooking mushrooms, I’m the man.
Don’t get all imaginative on me, and start breading and crumbing
Just doesn’t do.
Just the nice robust standard cups, at your local super market, or sometimes those portabellos
Get them sweating like scalps in the heat!
Torture them with black pepper, fingernails on blackboards!
Then sunburn them in sea salt, crisping around the eyes like a vagabond child
Don’t let ‘em escape!
Mushrooms clouds, over the reef, think about them in your sleep.
Serve with rice or toast with a coffee or tea,
It’s Mushrooms for me.
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
Symbiotic affections
InteRdependent
Dependencies
Loving to live dangerously
Breading stiffeled
Acrimonious apathy
In how many ways and languages
Can I tell the operator
To clear your line?
You need me
Like I need you
Lub to my dub
Lively lyfelynez!
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 7:47 PM UTC
So how long has it been since it's stopped? Since I've been disgusted by rain drops? It's almost as if we all stopped breathing, and for a second teenagers stopped breading. It's almost as if we all stopped screaming and for a while we all stopped cheating. So how long will this go on before we start needing this ever lasting feeling of real things? No, the world isn't perfect, but you need to give it a chance, so don't stop caring or it'll be out of your hands.
So how long has it been since I've stopped fighting? Since I've been distraught from my writings? It's almost as if the world stopped turning, and for a second we all stopped hurting. It's almost as if adults were finally taught the lessons we've been learning, and for a minute our hearts stopped yearning. But is it plausible? That maybe the world isn't as colossal as the fossils and we just turned the impossible to possible?
Only if you put your mind to it
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC