My smile
Once lost her beam.
To vices , the vicious and vile.
Her crown
Fell down
At once,to drown

Deep in the ocean blue
My lips expelled
Dangers and woes.
My heart
Like my face spelt 'red'.
Words weighed void, equating emptiness.

Darkness
Darkened darkness.
Wars
Rumoured wars
Could not revive her.
Lost in the dust...

My smile
Had no chance of survival
Till I rose
To praise the beauty
Of the morning sun.
It's scattered reflection on and on.

To see
The wetness underneath my feet
An evidence
Of the rain being
Blessings from
A planet of many waters.

To hear
The sweet tweeting
Of little birds.
To see the  wind swaying the heads of the trees
The beautiful petals of  an emerging flower.

To behold
The fluffy royals
Floating in the skies.
The gorgeous setting
Of the morning
Into noon.

Then my crown
Resurrected
Banished, from the bottom
Of the sea.
Re-coronating my smile
No longer exiled to drown.

The reek of bourbon vanilla lingering through the sappy tones
Of creased leaves and crooked horns, enveloping the royal grave
Embedded with stone, the coronated statue of vines and thorns
Twirling around the remaining cores

Rotten cells and dark floral gourd, an unstable mass crawling
Amongst the bare, rotten shores
The empty shells howl its name - the king
Of naught
Brought to death on the brink - in a whim

Clasping roots and grasping vines,
Luscious soot and dull amethyst,
The graveyard of which the warriors of Gaia
Patrolled in everlasting melancholy - the betrayal of the monarchy
In which they found pleasure in the guilt of misery
They atone for the death of the reign,
Raining in droplets of sulphur and rosebuds,
Meek of the pink of the roses, embroidering the newfound majesty

Alas, the journey of futility,
The thorns grasp its throat
The emperor has been coronated to cease once more.

Hunting through the woods she would go

She would look at the animals as she heard the river flow

In the night, she hunted,

all kinds of animals –birds who flew or cats who grunted



As quiet as the night, she moved all around the green forest,

And stared at the sun while at rest

The unusual heat made her whole body shiver

Hypnotized by the bright light,

She slowly let down her quiver



The fire of the sun went inside her soul

Her eyes brightened with amber and her body had flown



She once again went into the night,

But now animals saw her with fright

No longer the silent huntress

Now a creature of fire and an immortal goddess



Instead of running, the animals bowed down

The birds took a bark and crafted a crown

The bears build a throne for her of black wood

The lions by her, on their four legs they stood



The moon shone as she was coronated

She turned into a new woman as she incinerated

She sat on the throne with her arms rested on the side

She had now become the Fire in the Night.



-Grisha. S

he pressed any farther and I might explode
bleed with internal bruising
or go home
or sit in my car in the rain and cry
drive out each street in the smooth electric dark

I would have closed myself
in a padded box
ran heavy into the fog
sank deep into wide open black pupils
out of reach

to be impossible to touch
but feel every single thing
like a white burn
or a long knife

to
stare at you and not say a word
not say a word all day
i’m in the middle of an ocean of reaction
and it is perfectly still on the surface over mile long depths
and you’re pounding on the windows of an empty house
slamming your fists into the three inch thick ice of a frozen lake
screaming and roaring as you sit there quietly nervous
I hear you
and you hate me a little bit because you love me too much

but there were swift and silent teeth
sharp as noon
ripping through our paper trails
through my skin and my veins
to my bone

I'm being taken by tremors.

pour your burning coals onto my head
spit into my evil eye
me
Judas
knowing God as guilt and
spilling over with guilt

I drove out every street in the middle of the night
I was coronated by the rain
glistening
with shoulders hanging from the sky
I spun around and around in my head
the trees danced and pulled at each other and at me

and I entered cathedrals
wandered into hallways alone again
with softest footfall
kneeled to cruel earth,
and slowly washed away with the runoff

All 8,000,000,000 human beings are regal--no, divine.
But several billion of them are poor or extremely poor.
The World Bank says 10,000 children around the world
die every day of starvation. Moreover, if you totaled
the net worth of only the 10 wealthiest nations, you
would find it to be $307,000,000,000,000. If you divide
307 trillion dollars by 8 billion human beings, each
human being on Earth would receive $46,250, but the
poor right now try to survive on less than $2.00 a day.
Does this bother any of you as much as it does me?
But if we coronated every human being on Earth, there
would be far, far, far fewer children dying every day
and far, far, far human beings trying to survive on
less than $2.00 a day.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

Couldn’t sleep last night
so I did the next best thing
and quaffed caffeine until
cerebral vasoconstriction
set in
I think
I know I have always been embarrassed to be me
but I guess
if nothing else
Humiliation breeds diffident dissonance humbly so
so foggy up here
a tad bit soggy,
saturated with my diseased anatomical atoms
my dendrites retreating
softening like rotting fruit
so much potential so little actualization
synapses overloaded
with drugs
that I didn’t know

Like the lone tree in the farthest forrest
dendritic pestilence is high and corrosive
I’m high and corrosive
and
I sigh for the lovers that never knew I loved them.
I miss the lovers that I never knew I loved.
and
I love the lovers who didn’t don’t and wont love me.

Couldn’t sleep last night
so I did the next best thing
and mirrored the rain until
pillows were
sponges
I think
I know I have always wanted to be caressed slightly
but I guess
if nothing else
creation breeds ****** succulence cunningly so
so sticky down here
a tad bit rickety,
saturated with my diseased anatomical atoms
my elevated coronary coronated erosion
sputters like a misused Porsche
911
so much beauty so little left
arteries caked
with yesterday’s cigarette
that let me let go.

limbs extended in surrender
slowly sapping expectation
humbled by the loss of leaves
casted to the fate of winds

moss casually draping down
bunting to the veranda below
naturally setting the stage
a balmy night's curtain call

perfume of coronated lime
headily rising to a salsa beat
the rhythm of a porch swing
rocking vaguely to memories

on a branch the bird alights
free to love and to be loved
conducting energy of promise
awakening roots to the fall

I see you,
yes you there,
those peering eyes,
lips pursed,
teeth in a grind,
smirk lines,
touching the right ear.
Yes you,
I am calling you out,
you are judging me,
come on!
yes you are ,
for my time,
MY time .
you wonder how,
what i do ,
in my free time?

my time is not free,
please! i am a life.
i do a lot ,
but to put up a show,
now, now!
stop .

opinions like yours,
i wouldn't lie,
popped up ,
quite a few times .
now i tell you,
if thoughts like that,
left my head,
youd leave me too.

oh come on!
a friend i can be,
a follower,
oh please !
let me be .

my free time ,
as you call it,
my privilidge,
and my choice.
i have earned it ,
or not ,
you are one,
to question,
to point.
this precious job,
who did onoint?
were you coronated,
by the likes of you?
to lead and demolish,
my very being.
word after word,
they are put out ,
like cannon ***** .
i still stand guard,
my thoughts,
MY free time.

You talk to me like I'm human
That I could be your best friend
You don't realise the things I say
Are just ******* excuses
To keep you from seeing
Exactly what it is I really am
On the outside you'll see a smile
On the inside you'll see
Daggers in the headlights of my reflection
Shotgun shells falling quicker than my pulse
All I am is hatred to myself
You see me as a shy kid
Sometimes gutsy to show the way
Trying to have a little fun in my life
But that's always the lie I'll live
The everyday excuse to why I'm a ****
Why I can't tell a girl I love her
Outside it's because it's who I am
Inside it's because I'm afraid
What kind of man cuts himself
Holds his scars with more pride than his honor
Would rather fight to feel pain
Than watch himself feel loved
It's the self loathe you don't see
My best friend is a rotting corpse
And it always seems to cry before I can
Your'e just the outside excuse
For everyday I feel like doing something
The excuses became an empire of lies
I seem to have coronated myself in
I'll sit upon my throne of desolation
While you play jester
Trying to make a sad king smile
That everyday excuse
It's nothing, I'm fine, Honestly
Became the reason I never learned to love myself

the frustrations of biff are a technicolor epic
his bottomless thirst to be coronated king
of film, music, literature, performance
thought
when will the world recognize genius?
reward genius?
worship genius?
******* genius?
he’s the id for all us artsy types

x Linny-Lou x

Oh Linny-Lou! How do you do, my heart has willed this prose, As where we met I can't forget, or so the story goes.
I close my eyes, my best disguise, and kiss your gorgeous face,
As Goddess spun a web of Love, and as Freyja opened space.

As Hearts entwined my Angel kind my blood pumped rather frantic!
As Freya swam around us both, Her divine Love oh so Tantric! Into my arms I held you near our lips connects Her passion.
I wore yours and you wore mine, in welcomed loving fashion.

It is rare to marry in the stars, a King just for one day,
A Queen with Princess soul ambition, coronated every way. Then with feathered sword departed, a feeling oh so tragic, For what will happen to the love we made upon this spacetime fabric.

Do you hear, Linny so dear! We added Love to Gnosis!
For Gaia's arms were open too, skies to seas and how you know this.
I thank you from my Angel heart I always wore on sleeve,
And my Shaman's majick shows of synchronicity.

And now my quest of King no less brings tears heaven scent, And now I find from heart to mind of all it ever meant,
'To open heart and bridge a soul, wandering with violet virtue,
So Lady B, listen to me, I can't say I'd never heard you!

For we cannot ignore the saving grace of Love when Love's in flow,
A river of ethreal beauty floods from your head to toe.
I bow on bended knee once more and thank you for our journey, And close my eyes, my best disguise now that you've really heard me 💙

Hans Gruber the character
Played by Alan Rickman in a film
A German terrorist who instills fear
Shoots hostages at a whim
Whistles tunes for others to hear
Suited booted combed hair and slim
The first feature of his career
Voted greatest cinematic villain
Getting under the skin
Psychotic killer with impeccable behavior
Essayed the role
That required him to be
Not proficient in English
A tall order indeed
For a scholar from RADA
Who could recite
Shakespeare by heart
Spoke the language
So realistically wrong
Right actor was chosen for
The right part
No actor before or after to challenge his crown
Audience in frenzy every time he appears
Decades of performing in theater
Anti hero had coronated its new king
A lesson for every aspiring actor
Heartfelt celebration of acting
Film shot in a claustrophobic atmosphere
Performances key to hold the viewers within
Bruce Willis found in him a, great counter
Helped Achieve gargantuan super stardom
Die hard the film feature
Earned fans worldwide with halls filling
Performance a painting to a connoisseur
He has left us but his memory fills us to the brim
Played memorable characters to remember
Attained immortality in our hearts and minds
Never born never died
Acted on stage and screen
In the time in between
He visited planet earth