bring the thunder
&
the hate.
I gots more than love,
But let us permit the myth,
and rescue from it,
Life.
Beauty is our gift:
Through care, love, and devotion.
And farts.
Category: Poem
Clarity, Darkness, Destruction, Renewal (Autumnal: The Election Epilogue)
Finally,
leaves fall
and branches lay bare,
naked to the whipping winds.
robin’s nest
abandoned and exposed
Winter
approaches
with the odors
of Death, and decay.
ideas and ideology
pride and empire
dreams and naivete
divine grace –
all dead.
what is the shelf life,
of Destiny
Manifested
Completely
on broad scarred backs
and stolen land?
birth of a nation realized,
now comes the growing pains
viewed through eyes sardonic
of jaded young hearts.
Spring
hopes
eternal.
but not yet my brother
not yet my sister
not yet
the ugly hotness
tears and smoke.
lost souls flying,
one way.
the (second)
worst thing ever.
how,
when,
will it ever be ok
again?
lost generation:
fear mongering
and
baptized
in hate,
and
ghosts.
Now,
a Light,
reeking of arrogant bomb-
ast,
rises
gently,
proudly,
TRIUMPHANTLY,
to heaven.
Dare
to
Dare,
don’t look back,
and do it again.
calibration
dwelling alone
inside the wonder of me,
I find again
that crooked
off kilter
sense of balance,
centered around
the best of me.
ready again
to share the gift
of me
with the world,
and
with
you-
if you want.
Who
no one.
not a damn blessed soul
ever told me this road would end.
that everything just kinda,
stops.
Everything,
but me.
laying awake-
spinning,
healing,
falling,
waiting
in the absence of what never was.
illuminated by the love I see,
illuminated by the love I feel
inside of, and
for
you.
Yeah Babe,
You.
lost world
orphans of a God misplaced,
wailing hungrily.
simply yearning
for
but a touch
of love
unfulfilled.
hardened eyes
spew
vile vitriol
honest hearts
vomit rotten truths
unto brothers
and sisters all.
blinded,
seething
fearful and small,
remaining generous
in the pain they share.
momma come home
we don’t
any more.
confession of a self-denying cynic
tip-toe
sof-
ter
try as you
won’t.
know
as you
don’t.
she calls
to you.
(you)
Siren song
realized,
as two
big
bewitchingly
brown eyes.
Promises
of chaste
propriety
tossed aside-
quickly.
all
is NOT fair.
No mercy,
as your soul
mercilessly flails
your heart
deep in the
inside of you.
out of
breath,
and
dizzy.
why?
why did she
touch you
right,
there?
why do your lips
yearn.
for
a brush with
the divine-
the divine realized
as protruding
pillows of soft
pink
that whisper
love.
Love.
tender
budding
bulbs that sing
dirges for the unrequited.
and flow
to ply
your soul.
and
your heart
spasms
so,
you submit.
you submit.
you submit.
you submit
to the Universe.
you submit
to Time.
you submit
to whatever folly
this
delightful
demoness demands.
because
you
are lost.
lost in the beauty
of knowing
self’s counterpoint,
revealed.
sometimes Fate has butterfingers (an excercise in anticipatory preemptive post-opportunity seduction)
I met
Beauty
personified,
and
She let me in,
close.
so close.
and then,
she was gone.
gone.
She saw
in me
something other
of the Divine.
Yeah… can you believe that shit?
in me.
We touched
minds,
and poured souls,
but i wanted more.
i wanted a taste
of what i could not have,
of what
i may never
know.
But,
I met Beauty.
and i know
i am.
Yeah!
I
Am.
and She,
is
Glorious.
rain
familiar
patter
pits roiling agonizing antagonists
in my belly.
in the cold summer’s rain.
Hospitality
worthy of the ‘reddest’ of weddings.
Fuck it,
I move on.
There is much
Beauty
in the rain,
and beyond.
besides,
tis a mere drizzle,
ending now.
bang bang
Bang.
Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang
Motherfucking,
Bang.
Why,
can’t you see
that it is not
you,
or he,
or they?
Dude,
it ain’t even me.
it ain’t even me.
Only we.
Only
We.
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