Narcissistic inhalation
Autoerotic asphyxiation
Destroying the body's natural state
Die slowly die quickly why wait?

Claiming to want to be a parent
Poisoning the organs of possibility
Black tumors upon your transparent
Fucked yourself to infertility

How you'll cry, why why why
Clearly marked with surgeon warning
Puffed and passed to get your high
No child for you enjoy your mourning

Guzzle breaths
the ugly air
Tepid seething lights entrancing
Dark Spot Brilliant
shiny eyes
The dashing lashes
in this grinding pace

The band is ravaged with wild Lust
refreshments pour like
a cataract on ice

Live as if Tomorrow never
rises
as if we never die
and Age will never
claim us In this Lost and Found

Beat beating heart
spared the herd
past beds of flowers
dazed in night
with heads bowed
dusted in a moons
glare

...

any kind of loss is painful...
though I only lost my old car

but grieve only for a while
as the departed had no choice

why linger about it any more
as the ones who come
will go away for sure

neither you nor I shall remain forever
tis known sincetimes ever

so grieve for a while and shed all tears
then move on as usual without fears....

he hum ye! ha! delinquent spice of paprika
like drains that pour at sea tumbling he! ha!
gulping down in the sea; and motet an opal
wash with the bay, moult plum skin birds
they of an everlast that recedes angels feathers
dressed also to weather every writhe azalea's lea
and doth bid wear, motley on the mount
as a pique mockingbird of court jesters
in an ovule of oviparous years to reach,
nymph and nozzle, metier of artisan
tidily, the fetters of green nature
rebound from rebuff as a living excrement

We are wise not to meddle
with the words of yon Muse,
allowing them to touch us--

avowed by torchlit trysts;

each thought cradled in nettles'
elegiac vine rows muse
such fearsome elegance behold!

The Crescent moon faithfully shines
never burning out like the tired writer
writing stories about men and nature
struggles to sync with Mother Nature.

Together in a world of ppl with depraved hearts
against a race of ppl that freely shared kindness
conduct bible studies, a giving heart to one lost soul
who reduced them and their families to a heart of ash.

I lie in listless sleep,
yet my mind soars,
and though I cannot weep
within I roar
with restless grief, that lief
existence brief
transcends this dreary dream
to drift about this broken world unseen.

Observe the trav'lling wind's
perpetual mourn,
grey clouds of joyless kind
by it are drawn
so that the sun conspires
against desire
to hide his healing flame
that I may dwell within his shade and shame.

(Frost did not get a Nobel
some one said NO!)
Frost
is now the frost
the icing on poetry

if I had the command
I'd recall him and give the Nobel
but then I feel he must have lived in Vietnam
or some far off dense jungles of the East Myanmar....(OLD BURMA OF OUR TIMES) maybe
and
there if you ever had been
one sees two paths
hence the birth of

Road Less Traveled

isn’t there an inherent beauty
to shyness
to sadness
to loneliness
to shame

is it our place
to change who we are?
for them?
for anyone at all?

for all your acting
real life still holds above
so let it shine

your strange quirks
your disagreements
your speech
let it all out
into
a beautiful
calming shyness
you will need masks no longer

Who's dreaming of my footsteps, and the paying back of debts,
and has me wandering lost, alone, upon deserted shores,
where neither god nor goddess has, an inch of terrain, blessed,
and all I feel is sorrow - sorrow for forevermore?
For those mistakes forgiven me, will still count in my score.
Mine to keep, forevermore.