Some things slip out
that should not.
Some things fall in,
unexpected.
Good things…
Bad things…
All, just things:
fixed moments, or
tattered feelings.
a stranger’s embrace, or
a lover’s scorn.
Continuing Endlessly
Blessing Eternally
Teaching Ephemerally
Life, Experimentally
pieces
never make a whole,
They never fill the hole.
Missed
Faces.
Missed
Embraces.
Missed
the mark;
Cupid was drunk.
No more arrows.
and the road is long
and the people hard.
No more arrows
So keep your guard high
and don’t you dare cry-
Just let yourself die.
Big
Seductive
Heavy and
Fat.
Dreamy….
Do I go
To what I know,
To what will cure?
Or do I say
Goodnight?
Good
Night.
Stones
Balls
Cajones
Nutz
Castrated by tyler durgen. Castrated by NBC.
Castrated at birth.
Beards and wood-skills Don’t make the man.
Refinement and prissiness Don’t buy sophistication.
Ignorance masked in information, This is who you are.
A bitch-ass
masquerading as a man.
Slug him in the jaw,
Throw him to the ground,
Take not one step back,
or flack,
from neither women nor priest.
Or bitch-ass
Or jerk off
Into the wind.
Balls in
Balls deep.
Are you ready
to Feel your
.
.
.
Power?
Twisting and Turning,
Seeking
and
Marching…
Towards.
There is no straight shot
There isn’t even a finish.
Only the road.
When you realize that you can’t get there,
You have arrived,
You have arrived.
The Game Hath Changed.
Hello Spring.
Cool and Hot
wrestle for dominion.
change is beautiful
and inevitable,
but comes not smooth.
friction of opposites
bring stunning displays of power.
Heralding a far greater Force,
Autumn comes bombastic:
A parade of riotous colors
sail through a furious breeze.
horns cross
and antlers crack.
the strutting
for the rutting.
tis a time of power
in the face of coming night.
the coming night.
follows closely
slips away slowly.
inspires,
faintly.
is everywhere and empty.
haunts.
haunts.
haunts.
shadow is free.
shadow is free.
shadow is naught.
if not me.
Shameless self-recriminations
And confessions once buried deep
pour out – gush out – bleed out.
Unseemly Behavior
all targeted
at you,
sent
to you.
Through a bottle,
A communal bottle.
Perhaps I need a dove?
Or a crow?
Or a Firebird?
Or perhaps
simply,
the answer is,
“No”.
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