Love is majestic, love is blind
Love can be plastic; it can be unkind.
It possesses; and it takes control
If it's an obsession; it'll take a toll.

Love overwhelms with feelings so sweet
In your heart it floods, sweeps you off your feet.
With subtle voices, it inspires and incites
Render you almost senseless; love excites.

Love is a drug; a tiny invisible pill
Love can do damage; love could also ****.
Like a puppet it'll get you strung taut,
An illness that debilitates; it can't be fought.

Love is beautiful; bundled up with string and bow
Your eyes might not see it but your heart would surely know.
It could travel vast distances and bridge many gaps
It sets your soul dancing, with well rehearsed steps.

Love could hurt you plenty; it does have a bite
Love could burn you completely; it does it with spite.
It stabs it's precise dagger with it's prized serrated edge
It could hold you at knife-point; and force you off the ledge.

Love is the beauty in the birds and butterflies
It is the awaited glow in everyday's morning rise.
Love does bear the sweet tasting fruit
Of the tree in your heart that it takes root.

Love would grow with fury and consume
Beware of the dangers should you err and assume.
It'll set you alight, may you crash and burn
It'll char you black to the point of no return.

Love would come to steal the breaths you take
It'll grant you flight with the actions you make.
It'll make you sleepless and stay up all night
In the hopes that forever will soon come to light.

It'll squeeze you tight till you can't breathe anymore
It'll pull you down and crush you down to your core
It'll take away the sleep and make you quietly weep
In the hopes that this love is what you'll get to keep.

Love is carved immortal as a smile on your face
In the way you walk, with a spring in your pace.
Love is the light you see when no one else can...
The good you inspire in every woman and every man.

Love is not the gifts and the sweet worded poetry
It's not the gallantry; nor is it the chivalry.
Underestimate it not for it possibly could *******
It claims the heart and setting everything else to rubble.

Love could soften the most hardened of hearts
Love gives opportunities for fresh new starts.
Love could heal; make you better than you are
Love is like a beacon on the brightest twinkling star.

Love could plunge you in darkness
Seed potent thoughts that will you reckless.
It tears at you leaving you all bled and dry
It'll leave you resentful; love is a lie

Love is war; waged by your heart and mind
Be free from it or relish the ties that bind.
Love is a foolish venture or is it essential?
Never let it be planted or embrace it special?

I know that love can never come alone
Pain accompanies like flesh to bone.
I have my thoughts, and I have chosen
Love will always happen; cherish what you're given.

life subdued; these days colors muted to

fit the shade. out of shape without you. limb

loosener, your effect debilitates.

It’s the silence of a room
Combined with the absence of rationality
That dips a finger into my brain
And swirls the chemicals until they overflow

Two states of inanimate nothingness
Allow my body to drown
But I don’t want to admit
That nothing mixed with everything, debilitates my very being

The hallowed place lays at the heart of the labyrinth,
The capricious ebb of the tree line debilitates into darkness,
Garbled jargons upon the walls and fallacious passageways, can only lead you to one conclusion,
At the end of the banal road, magnanimous yet illicit prizes are sought after,
Over and over again,
Until the walls abate and break and the prizes are no more,
We wait at the hallowed place and take what is rightfully ours

As I drift throughout fits of consciousness,
My soul flutters about the exposed space,
Surrounding me.
Its wings span out and glide gracefully.
Yet, so easily affected by nearing influences,
It instinctually dips low for a means of protection.

But when fear takes charge of its path,
Positives go undiscovered.
Perhaps fear debilitates reaping the potential warmth,
Another is radiating.
Maybe the individual’s soul is imbedded with good intentions.
Maybe the person’s heart is comprised of purity.

Solitude breeds malignant nemesis
couched as woe seated heavily
within mine angst
riddled quavering psyche
blinding clairvoyance
debilitates enthusiastic frequency
wavelengths propagate unfounded
probable future destitution

predicated upon intractable lifetime mired
within groveling penuriousness
"dirt poor" accursed fate
pervaded plentiful not ready
for prime time playing years
repercussions long fostered anguish,
when offspring begot
(particularly the whip smart eldest)

she jockeyed herself as winner
with good n plenti horsesense
chomped at the bit, albeit figuratively,
when aforementioned progeny
attained age of awareness
underscored by livingsocial
in the horn of plenty
regarding estates generally

dripping exuberant wealth,
where plush domiciles within MainLine
accentuated luckless financial pitfall,
asper yours truly afflicted mental illness
mine generalized anxiety, panic,
obsessive compulsive disorder...
ascribed to existence squandered,
nee imprisoned impenetrable prison

found me captive undermining
ordinary healthy development
sabotaging approximately five decades
constituting better part sans mein kampf,
which total three plus score orbitz,
yet far and away psychologically afflicted
nsync and linkedin with
emotional, mental, and social trauma

(learning difficulty compounded
dilemma repercussions extant today),
now healthily sublimated,
courtesy painful pubescent exhumation
poetry metier write
cathartic, holistic, narcotic...
plus weekly therapy sessions
also exercise in toto with meditation

supplements summoning forth
inner Wizard of Oz
to traverse cratered abysmal pits
gingerly sidestepping death traps
awash with skeletal wreckage
indelible scars perforating
air supply condemning me
aging baby boomer nsync

lead zeppelin plunges
corporeal essence gripped
stranglehold asphyxiates
sputtering torturous undulations
irrepressibly avast impossible mission
livingsocial counter intuitive
rather hermetically sealed simian
accustomed himself being alone.

8 Abby Mendozas, of Jersey's Cosa Nostra, are kin to Sammy Sosa
& to his father Hector & to brothers Fidelito & Paco & madre Rosa
****** butter was made from lard & molasses to grease hard bread,
so ******* could live a full-****** life, till the ******* dropped dead
Eliot York, you bemoan poverty behind a plate of pricy pork, while
I eat Alpo with toothpicks taped together 'cause I can't afford a fork
or wine for a bottle stuffed with Q-tips because a wino tore the cork
while roasting a fruit dove, a raccoon, a cocoon of worms & a stork
that were caught in the slit-eyed ice that froze the tasty **** of Björk
which transcends and debilitates simultaneously her ability to clork
with up to 60 foot pounds per square inch of thigh-fracturing torque
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
WE­B (Urban Dictionary) : clork : the act of defecating,
******* and regurgitating simultaneously.
I clorked last night.
Shut up you worthless clork.
Clork you.
by Mo Chizzity June 24, 2003

Eliot York, you bemoan poverty behind a plate of pricy pork, while
I eat Alpo with toothpicks taped together 'cause I can't afford a fork
or wine for a bottle stuffed with Q-tips because a wino tore the cork
while roasting a fruit dove, a raccoon, a cocoon of worms & a stork
that were caught in the slit-eyed ice that froze the tasty **** of Björk
which transcends and debilitates simultaneously her ability to clork
with up to 60 foot pounds per square inch of thigh-fracturing torque

by all the possible exfoliation of mannerism
to breed a sense of concern:
of Heidegger's da-sein: of being-there:
as opposed to there's-being
i cannot, but, feign...
the football season hasn't begun yet
so the tribalism usually associated with
club factions disappears
for a while, in tune: in harmony and rhythm:
what's the difference between
harmony and rhythm?
i think that's an authentic question to ask...
but given the current atmosphere
of the Olympic games:
look! we all know that Duplantis won that
competition fair and square:
but if you managed to watch woman's
synchronized swimming event:
that French team's belly flop with gymnastics
at the opening of the routine
was not deserving a first placement...
the Italians shrugged it own with a clean
feet first incision of the water...
but Olympics is not a tribal sport:
not fanatical...
fanatical pacifism:
but that's not what controls the mob with
mindless stupor...
i'm yet to find an intelligent drinker...
i hone in on the poison and utilize it beyond
comparison:
for me it's really a question
of:

aqua

       status quo:

today i woke up at 7:30...
i didn't have to:
now i'm writing this at 12:00 exact...
and i feel like i have only woken  up
at 11:00am...
but i just spent the past three hours
talking to my baby
and in intervals of bad internet
connection

21sec
18min
22sec
25 sec 30min
18sec 22 sec
18min

   unless the Empress is streaming and
cutting off our connection
i would imagine this is a game
you're playing:

the cat came out to play with a mouse
went into the garden to sniff
at the evergreen tree
in my garden:
noticed a fly:
then noticed me...
yes: i was that, once...

         when the lord of the flies
came face to face with the lord
of mosqutos
mosquitos:
quitos: piquant: moss: mosquicktoes?

**** me... mosque of the quick toes?
Mt. Niqab?
and i said to him:
what a strange fruit...
this bread soaked in wine:
what a strange fruit...
don't you think? Lord Jesus Lord Christ
Lord of MOSQUITOES...
what a strange fruit:
this wine soaked slice of bread:
don't you think?
and what a strange tree:
on a Hill the Barren Hill of Golgotha...
were you trying to be me?
Cosmopolitan Messiah
O belittling Rome...

            for all the canvas of free speech:
more then: worth more then than
worth now:
people debate free speech
but we're talking free speech to zombies
and ditto-heads
of the journalistic mantras:
no one is bothered about free speech
as such:
people are just bothered
about not being heard
because everyone is so fat, docile,
intimidated by the luxuries of life on offer
than confusion seeps through
and debilitates even more:
numbs and doesn't confront:
the grand anesthetic for life
which comes from the anesthetic toward
the piquant pleasures bound
to pain...

of course the riots are happening!
too much sport!
you are televising too much sport
on the t.v.:
people will get bored
from being average:
not from soap opera antics
of the football pitch
that mindless sport...
with pundits blah blah and that sports
commentary for football is
a graveyard shift by the choice of
words: these days...

people are having a frenzy
being exposed to the Olympics:
after years of routine in mindlessly following
football...
seriously...
some honor some prestige is involved
in competing at the Olympics:
but then the Chinese can't be snubbed
for doping:
yeah: they took the alternative route:
they went meta-human on the rest of "us"
and started to genetically engineer
people...
but that's not inhumane to think about:
it would be inhumane of me to think that
i am an incubator of pinworms:

/ 'iny, parasitic nematodes that live
in the intestines and lay eggs
on the skin around the **** /

i had to copy and paste those words...
that's why there's an apostrophe instead of a T
for the word: tiny: heiny hieny high-knee
  heinee...      English is so ******* ****:
no clear phonetic correlation
to what letters are used what letters
are said: no proper vowel to consonant
correlation in no syllabary...
of the Japanese:
or the Polacks: Samatrians...

even the Aryan Deutsche:
i never said ihr: ich or isch?
ich is IX
       but isch is iś: which is almost Croat...
funny this daydreaming
like i don't have a day to live...
but what can you do:
when in love you primarily love to talk
when in love you love to listen
when in love
you love to communicate like never before

c'echa... the apostrophe there indicates
a stress
to surgically cut into the word
with both sound and meaning:
since the two are dichotomous rather than
by dualism-bound...

you think i have pin-worms?
really?
so you've been reading into my dreams:
my mortal show of horror
of becoming came in the version
of Pinhead: the priest of hell...
and now you're telling me
i should de-worm myself on a regular
basis because children don't
wash their hands after taking a ****?

wait wait... so i wasn't so special
having attempted ******* aged 8?
children are ******* flirtatious?
seriously?
so the question is how one controls
infantile: born of original sin: flirtations?
it's so original that it's actually
a duplicate: that the original sin
is actually: plagiarism:
that's inherent for the survival of the species?

that's when god realized:
****! i didn't create anyone as unique as me!
i just create another sea!
i just create ants!
but ants that share my understanding
for and of potential
but there will be so many averages
and only few glimmers of hope for me
to push through a Newton...
but average is good: Sir...
average is good: if you have a Her...
i don't mind being average i don't mind
being a security officer
i don't mind being a taxi driver:
provided i can have Frankenstein's Bride
and a Bridge to you:
with many thanks, Sir...
i don't mind being demeaned by some hierarchy
that does no align with your existence
in the presence of fleeting butchery of intent
and genuine authority of the pen...

there was more freedom of speech
when people were not exposed to literacy...
but since the advent of literacy
freedom of speech is debatable
because you'd think that
by being given the crafts
kept hidden and secret for so long
by a priestly class...
it's not a crisis of Christianity:
it's a crisis of literacy:
the ******* idiots walked into that one
on the blind...

the priests used to be the literate ones...
but now?
everyone is literate:
but as literate as their literacy mistakes show:
too throw: not to soon: my son...
but yeah:
throw into the mix the unearthing of
the Nag Hammadi library...
as R.D. Laing
opened a book with... citing St Thomas:

Jesus said to them:
when you make the two one, and
when you make the inner as the outer
and the outer as the inner and the above
as the below, and when you make
the male and female into a single one,
so that the male will not be male
and the female not be female, when you
make eyes in the place of an eye,
and a hand in the place of a hand,
and a foot in the place of a foot,
and an image in the place of an image,
then shall you enter the Kingdom...

mischievous ******* *******...
because what Socrates said was a dialogue:
you couldn't turn that into a religion...
how much dialogue do you get
in the Bible?
how much dialogue in the Quran?
so someone is always: just listening...
taking orders...
what about a back-and-forth?

too much sport created this rift!
too much sport on t.v.!
the averages came out and out-performed
other averages and disappeared
or will soon disappear into oblivion
out of sheer respect for the roulette of life
the chance to excel
but not milking it... that's what Olympians
ought to represent:
not some celebrity stature of being
like children given candy
these people and money are like children
and candy... sugar rush of no poetic justice...

it's still Jesus trying to revamp the Genesis story...
the serpent on the tree
the tree just morphed into a crucifix
and the apple became a wine soaked loaf of bread!
**** me! that's it!
hey presto, job done.