The boy looks up,
essence subsiding,
says
“You will not be forgiven
for this.”

For if God comes down to crimson thick;
pooling on the floor, around the skin,
he’ll cry depravity.

Ivan the terrible crouched by the mantlepiece;
holding only one word,

“Indeed.”

“Beat the stomach of the whore
that child
stays forever young.”

Shame.

And in another life you fled to the mountains
stopped poison rings round Mother’s cup
infection taking Father’s leg.

Learnt love.
learnt life.

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Mother Nature is her name;
no other match her fame;
blossoms sprout, weaved carpet;
beautiful flowers everywhere.

No one feeds them, thus they grew;
all they need, comes from her;
plush green, from the source;
untainted, natural resource.

Why did you delete
and
repost
minus Lovedly
do you know
Sir Jess
the best guy in a CIRCUS
is the Joker

as in the ocean
trillions x trillionsxXXXX TRILLIONS drops churn
one pearl only

so does Lovedly
out of his machine gun poetry
churns a GEM only
and
that too is appreciated
by you lonely
sigularly

other gems you ignore
may perhaps even devour

I still visit here once in a while
usually in the depth of summer heat
when I feel as if I've earned a treat
and need a good reason to smile.

So I go down this narrow winding way
and cross this familiar narrow steel truss bridge
then ride about a half mile along the ridge
where white pines and hemlocks sway.

Then park where road shoulder grows wide
and the river races down below
where boulders foam and mosses grow
and cliffs brood high on the far side.

You are young man
that sparks...

This once again ignites
a dying candle
well done such smooth reading
coming from one suffering from depression
is incredible

It sparks me also to compose
on humans which one's like you do repose
one’s inner feelings you amply expose
I suppose

As and when the spark has ignited fully
my lilting candle flamed again
I may compose one like this
if from the scourges
of my cancer of ego
I still sustain

I won't say remain

"There's a language warning on this next tune, so turn your radios down if your offended by 'language' " JJJ Radio, general pre-track announcement Australian Broadcasting Corporation.

Televisions across the land,
whisper conspiratorial plans
or keyboards played by lonely hands
the same old lonely tune

Spouses locked in loveless trysts,
teens linger at naked wrists,
the blue suits of the world twist,
out the same old lonely tune

Sometime ago, a seed was planted.
The soil was tainted from Parents that fainted,
and abandoned Me to the wind.
I've weathered many turbulent storms.
Still I had to nourish myself,
so that I could flourish and grow.
Whatever my fate is, I do not know.
I shudder to think that God will ever let Me go.
Much favor and Blessings have come my way.
That is why I wish to say.
I'm glad for the Seasons that come and go,
for I'm still growing,
I'm a blushed vibrant color,

How did it feel, Oedipus,
to desecrate flesh
that made you,
to see the gods had left you
cowering, broke and alone.

And was it but painful, Oedipus,
to force yourself into blindness
maternal pins bringing one, sole kindness;
taking views
of this curtain-raised world.

Fathers arms, Mothers laugh,
lend day a touch of bittersweet
as kings and fools and gods and men
fall hard against the earth.

I would've held you in my arms.

weeping.

As I trudge along
the walking path of time
I lose all friends of mine

So never mind
you'll also
one day some day
if not any day
also be lost
not to be found

friends are a class breed
like human selected seed
of which only one counts..
out of millions sourced

all others are like free coupons
lodge them in the bins of garbage
let loose all such useless baggage
they have lost you on all counts