fiercely silent it brays it brays it screams in
dreams
six strings, six songs nag and itch and needle themselves into the base of my skull
the atlas, the axis, stunned by the weight of doubt of guilt with hardly a sentence to their credit
with hardly a moment to their name

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Autumn's hue, a season anew,
With friends, we dance, and laugh, and do,
In golden light, our hearts take flight,
As leaves fall soft, a symphony in sight.

The rustle of leaves, a sweet refrain,
We chase, we play, and we gain,
In woods so grand, our souls are freed,
Together we roam, our joy unseated.

The breeze whispers tales of days past,
Our laughter echoes, our joy will last,
As we gather 'neath the setting sun,
Our memories made, our fun is done.

My mind is blissful
My body feels light
The air feels cool and inviting
The sheets feel warm and soft
The tension slowly rising
Anticipating the next steps
Heartbeats resonating
Syncing in passion
Waiting for either one
To break the tension

Those eyes full of innocence
Piercing through me
Seeing these devilish intentions
Unveiling the mischief in me
Sensing that sinful wanting
And yet it still looks longing
A lamb walking to a lion’s den
Unsure of what will happen next
Leaning in for a kiss
From the gaping mouth of a hungry lion

Like floodgates in release
Gasping for each other’s air
The spice in your lips
Burning my every nerve
Every touch we make
Every breath we take
Sending shivers down our spines
The bite marks and scratches
Etched on our bare skins
As we consume each other’s being

Your body on top of mine
As if it wasn’t your first time
Commanding my every move
Controlling every direction
Engulfing my every being
Your snow soft skin
Melting into mine
Giving into the vibrations
Deeper and deeper
As time passed by

When morning light came
Even your shadow was gone
That tequila was too much I guess
It made me forget all the fun
That lustful encounter
Forever etched in my body
Burning through my mind
Through faded memories
I wish I could vividly remember
That wild night of September

The lamb becomes a lion
Untamed and unleashed
The innocence gone
The hunger ever-present
One that can never be satisfied
The lion becomes a lamb
Humbled and Unseated
His pride diminished
His shame unending
Unleashing passion that won’t ever be pacified

Shining white stars tumble down
softly unseated with a whispered hiss
Below fractured lines smeared in red
Pied piper dancing toward the abyss

All this has come to pass before
In other not so distant lands
The mirror darkly distorting truth
and hate with glory rebrands

Writing what I spoke;
learning from that I wrote:

end·less·ly aim·less
in·fin·i·ty bra·zen·ness
-
from towers that rock well
when in doubt of whether
another will or won't tell/
the 'here' is now.
(cryptic/Apocalyptic rung bell)
-
all that is needed
has ran-off unseated
& towards those I've greeted
I'd declare us undefeated.

This papa did accurately
surmise undeclared war
strong armed lance pierced my armour,
ah...how fondly he recalls
early fatherhood days of yore,
when daddy's first born girl

did effusively adore
yours truly, he likened self as topnotch
trooper, who mustered vigour
exhibiting untrammeled unconditional
tender loving behaviour
before conflict erupted as between

mainland China and Uighur
back in the day din and clangour
honed, perfected, battle
tested... mine steely danse zing mettle
admirable trait evinced by this troubadour,
when understandable mutiny arose 'tween

me and "Munchkin" donut ask anymore,
why spouse described eldest
with pet name eldest she smoothly bore
intermittent flashpoints smoothed, sans
24/7 at beck and call, I availed to assuage
with papa's magical succor

distressed damsel (daughter number one),
she established an endearing rapport
with me telepathic sixth sense touchstone
oft times found even how sailors swore
dem crude words
extraneous, ridiculous, superfluous...

if unhappiness did evidently colour
hint, asper hinting off kilter her humour
characteristic woeful crimp evoking dour
demeanor accompanied unhappiness countenance
easily placated thru cuddling, viz comfort
and reassurance, the panacea wherefore

"star student" resumed former activity,
which nurturing trend came to screeching halt
as said lass matured courtesy
puberty, where rancor
more challenging than...

childhood summoning more
than a spontaneous gambit,
hence necessity fore
age appropriate strategy to reconnoiter
parental strategy as throwing feint against
emotional foe, feeble fiery feedback

unseated formerly unrivaled dada furthermore
awkwardness arose when teenage solace
sought among preferred best friend(s)
accelerated as das dada lost lustrous glamour
plus, his snappy truculent unfettered
brusqueness, especially when minimizing

computer screen window "this bear did roar"
"nothing," when unconvincing feint "fake" retort
she saw deception, vis a vis married man scour
ring and/or posting personal classifieds
which mutiny capsized bounteous

fidelity, gentility, integrity...no labour
of love kin aright
now, an invisible oaken wall betwixt us
n'er to be rent asunder, e'en when rigor
mortis gives reason for grim reaper to snigger.