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Striking Mother lode
Many light years beyond abode
To enforce our code
Live a life
as you have no other viable option
Think not of what others
said or say
live your life
in your own imitable way
there must not be another
I must say
as you have more brains than they
But if a follower you want to be
then there is nothing
that anyone can do to help ye
Just polish up your brain daily
mentally
as you brush your teeth
If you can't use your brains my dear
for your own health
you must fear
all else will simply endear.
Black skin glows
Tough and toxic we are,
The strength of the horse attached to the hoe of the earth.
The black head is far from light, he said.
The squirrel hole you should probe
Our hunchback distinct theirs,
Which pushes us back to our root, again and again.
Our affliction is born before the sun,
Even from the footage of the ancestors it lies
The mastermind of the rancorous vultures,
Feasting on a beautiful dream to come; I guilt them not.
I've learned at this point
that everything's a pipe dream,
for me at least.
Oh...
woe is me.
Everything's a pipe dream.
There's no up,
or even side to side.
There is only down,
where there is no bottom,
because my old bottom
has shown me
that any barrier,
any boundary
no matter how low
can be crashed through.
Breathing is a pipe dream
and everything I've learned,
or thought I had learned
I've had to rethink.
Woe,
woe is me.
My love is like a clear spring day
whose golden sunbeams go their way
and suddenly explode in dew
to sparkle once again like new
Like spying a small calf just born
a'frolicking this sunny morn
crying out with joyful bleat
while running 'round on tireless feet
It fills me with a joy profound
like spotting a quail upon the ground
her young ones following around
this bird not sure just where she's bound
applaud yourself for living
while the left brain
keeps the secret
from the right
that your only comfort for the day
had been in thoughts of some...acide
now your applause is nothing
hitting nothing
in the dark
Imaginary Imagery
Continue to bask
in your lovely imagery
why delve in misery
There is nothing beyond what is here
the distant horizon
but live in hopes to have children in heaven
all is your own imagination
This young bard
says no more
than what one ought to know
Life is here only
all else is just
illusive and imaginary
Time pass if you will
Who am I to in you, knowledge instil
'tis thy own will
I’ve been shooting at stars
in lazy floods
all day in this Rapture
hoping I strike a piece
of you so it will fall in toy diamond,
citrate frost, something I can chew on.
Your braided dream lilies looped
together with dowsing rods crafted
by an alchemist in a deleted scene
from a shelved noir.
For this space ordained
you, this panel graffiti in obsidian marker,
the confessional alarm
in your belly button,
and your bitten lilypad
The most important people are
my family and friends, they are my life
I try so hard to be positive around them
but I'm feeling weird, something isn't right
I'm OK sometimes, but mostly....
There are times when I get a good start
I get things done
Then it's right back to feeling unsure
not knowing what to do
I am so proud of my kids, I love them
They seem proud of me too, but I'm not sure
I think about what I should have done
differently....
A time when louder
than taut drums our hearts would
as one beat and in the deepest sea of
revelry swim.
A time when my ravenous
heart with scythe in hand, its feet
to your heart as a bed of roses would hasten,
for its fragrance to harvest and relish.
A time in a sequestered scenic
rivulet bank where my somber heart into an
ecstatic inferno would be plunged by a sensation
that would be propelled by the sight of outlines of your
sexy lingerie by your spandex bared.