Poetry

Bland Old Boy be Young

How I’d like to capture the taste of tone in my word’s of wear

Deliver to you to view the faultless beauties of the mourning midnight aire

Or light my lay with the passion of the perfect peach

Convince you that Winter’s meet is best spent upon balcony, at beach

However the sands of time have sunken the savoring of our sight

Claimed to us, that the pure in heart can never see day in night

Must they trust us to believe

That drowning brings death not with it deity

So that we live within death and never die within life

To only thirst for seer and forced to swallow strife

To consume an immeasurable mass of wonder

Is to satisfy the intended human hunger

Lest we forget the evolving world hunts the evolving word

And to unspin what is spun is to not hear what is heard

Two and No score Hypocrisy Nevermore

Now I lay me down to sleep

Lap’d in aires of bitter sweet

Lost yet found in this listless world

To haunt and be hunted as a little girl…

Worn and weary, distressed and distraught

Learned in theory, though wisdom unsought

Weathered is me in pleasure and in grief

Love and loathe to the maker’s of my mystique

Bleached in an arrogance of contemptuous uncertainty

Baptized in this acidic pool which exerts me

Breathing in the choking chances of Christ

While sacrificing to my lord the jewels from a sanctioned heist

How I sometimes which this world was in black and white

So that there will only be such a time as day night

That that is grey in matter confuses and pursues

For the extremes to copulate, mutate then infuse

Must I be of word and mouth

Standing high upon the bottoms of clout

Must the dawn and the dusk be amongst my stay

And be there to balance a point of which to convey

Elated by the sinister spirit of my sight

Optimistic about the asp on my breast of which I invite

Lusting for humanity while kniving man

Sinking in stone, standing on sand

RAW

My philosophy, my bind, my fate

Languish in Soul…as karma, kismet—Principate

Flowing through the all crimson might

Of the carnal and mortal invite

Invoking an internal, blessed incessant dismay

Naught to wonder, to wander from the perpetual romantic play

Should this ever persist

Won’t this natal nature cease and desist

For all that is known has been relayed

Seem to presently saunter on the water’s of the Bay

Master every taste that touches the tongue

Every breath that fills the lungs

For it all falls slave to the Omni sublime

Crude shall prove truth not malignant but divine

The Flutter & Flux at First Blush

The catholic call of our creator has summoned our honored, our elect, our aspirant on

Beyond the interim of time and the complacence of space

On that day the A. M., ante meridian bade the sapient sunrise to eclipse the eventide

As dusk bid the flutter and flux at first blush

Extending the body’s rivers a solemn advance into the Divine oceanic expanse

Cast off he the fetters of flesh and the barriers of breath

His soul goes forth and is in receipt of Thy source

Ever allow your laud and your lament to don as his raiment

Dwell in this, his nascence, for the culmination of grace is awakened

And His precious peace is now pervading

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