when all
seems to be lost
hopeless, endless, torment—
breathe a prayer, just sing a Psalm—
He cares…
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when all
seems to be lost
hopeless, endless, torment—
breathe a prayer, just sing a Psalm—
He cares…
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He cares
to let us know
vice is the mask of earth
and beauty belies the ugly
and brings
and brings
us together
several wheels of spokes
depict our abundant cultures
to find
to find
the One who rules
the One who always seeks
Indefatigably here
to show
He truly cares... (start from: to show...sorry for dragging this lol..)
to show
a lesser soul
the glory of his might,
entrails pecked like a writhing worm,
no end.
Shelley anyone?
no end—
death not final—
there is reanimation—
to bring life to one who never
has lived
shall we continue with Shelly? ;)
Has lived,
A King of Kings,
Colossal still, though wreck'd
Amid the sands of time, beyond
Despair.
despair,
is for waiters,
the ones who wait and wait,
and not the ones who serve your food,
waiting
waiting,
for fleety luck,
for something that comes goes,
and not earning through toil and time
what can
what can
go wrong is not,
as a rule, usually
nearly as bad as what really
happens…
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Happens,
as it were, that
the two of us left town
round about the same time, not to
return.
return
only to fade,
at the stroke of today
when dolphin love parts in salt seas,
to find
To find
meaning in naught
is the endeavor of
every poetic heart that beats
wildly.
wildly—
runic rhyme
keeping time to the words
flowing to the paper like tears flow—
sorrow...
Sorrow -
Soft rain falling
On lily ponds, willows
weeping in pools - we've heard it all
Before.
Before
creation was
creator, thoughts growing
wild within her soul, bursting through
her pen.
Her pen,
O' how it sway's,
Beautiful left hand stroke's,
Leaving Lovley art, as she goe's
Good... ... bye
goodbye—
I have to go—
and I don’t really know
if I’ll ever come this way again—
maybe…
Maybe
Turtles are built
Upside down, and they are
Meant to float on shells and row with
Their feet.
Their feet
drew them near Oz;
but fear stunted that march.
Now they live passively, with feet
planted.
Planted
Covert device
Ear to a cheating heart
A lifetime of hurt decoded
In sleep
In sleep
visitors glide
in and out of our lives,
leaving a sense of established
friendship.
friendship
is not needed,
because friends are not there,
when you desperately need them,
they lie
they lie,
while they still smile—
everything’s within control,
and there is no need to panic—
wasted words…
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Wasted
words in medley,
an artist's plan on air,
paper burnt and cyclonic smoke;
physics.
Physics,
Unbending rules—
Laws of Nature, won’t break
For each action a reaction—
That’s Law…
That's Law,
purveyor of
justice, guiding moral
values, punishing those
caught out,
Caught out,
a figure traced
and cut, serrated edge,
childlike scissor-weave construction;
puppets.
puppets
dance on colors
of pink stringed violet
with carved soles tickling pavement,
swinging
Swinging,
the motion swerve,
thrust of gut, butterfly
figures play pendulum waiting,
no crash.
no crash,
tense commitment
to a static flow, slow
rhythm enjambment, as we know
a breeze
a breeze
kicks up the spray
at the surf’s edge where
the seagulls feed upon wave-tossed
morsels…
morsels
nibble chomp snack
tastee tidbits of scraps
words written on a page of sand
gone
sand gone,
castles carried
melting to the sky, beams
glint granules like rememberance
surf-watched
surf watched
carefully by
whole flocks of seabirds waiting...
dinner time approaches, menu please?
seafood....
Seafood
for the picnic
on the beach, laughter rings,
children sing, how good to be here,
alive!
alive—
breathing, moving—
the yellow eyes opened—
it lurched to its feet and screamed—
“Monster!”
"Monster!"
She cried. "You lie!"
Said he, "Never, not once
In my life, have I monsed; not once,
I say!"
“I say,
Old chap would you
Just happen to have a
Wee spot of Grey Poupon Mustard?
Jolly!”
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