in my dream
i wake
in a square room
square walls
a square ceiling
square doors
a square bed
i'm standing
on a square floor
core
squared
my square feelings
i see myself
as square
being square
square corners
square edges
squared squares
i turning
in mid-air
trapped
within this square
floating
squarely
nary another angle
tangible squares
boxed rectangles
becoming squares
i'm veed
a tree phase
in this square world
beneath that tree bark
square centimeters
thick wood
hardening around
circles
cyclic rising
out of the circular earth
evolving within a spiral galaxy
the round moon
looking down
knowing earth
a worthy planet
forsaken by fallacy
all those eccentricities
concentrically formed
sometimes mistakenly
viewed through rose coloured glasses
angular life
with all those square ledges
pledging square words
square pegs
nudge me forward
physics equating
with squared equations
the circumference
of the rounding dream
circles seem to spin
in the east
the round sun rises
far to the west
a fiery disc
sinking squarely
beyond the scene
and the square
unseen
dreaming
yogi's magic bean
add up the binding squares
reduce on a simmering heat
scoop pancake batter
onto the round
sizzling iron grill
round becomes you
after each square
imagination
all squirrel
eating nuts
nesting
in a square box
hording
dried raisins
nurturing
my square thoughts

               8 8 8

 

i can't reach out
and touch you
i can't rescue you
from all that tragedy
haunting your life
or your daunting death
i can only hope
that angels will find you
i can only pray
that angels
have compassion enough
to come and find you
i can only have faith
that sympathetic God will love you
in the unforgiving darkness
that deftly surrounds us
everything is meticulously hidden
perhaps the incorruptible universe
will accept our moral being
while we walk and talk
our world is imaginable
once death takes us
i wonder if imagination will be us
if real light will find us
but i can't help you
or guide you on your way
i can't release you
from all your incorrigible pain
i can't give you
sweet perception or original salvation
only if we can imagine
beyond all
our grievous shadows
then perhaps we'll find
finally we will see
that everything has
a responsible beginning
and a principled end
all these fantastic storms
in our wretched lives
all this horrendous pain
that lamentable hopelessness
we all sometimes feel
this is what makes life very real
this is what makes us
want for divine salvation
for God to save us
to promise that at the end
divinity will invite us in
redemption will break open
heaven's golden seal
when death has found us
rescue shall reach out
and passionately touch you
resilient angels will carry you
wrapped by their loving arms
brilliant hope and faith
will take you home unharmed

                  8 8 8 8 8

 

here we are
submerged
in this deep
emergent sea
such deep
resurgent emotion
roiling
with the surging tide
in this deep ocean
where convergent love
steals our breath away
what can our hearts say
cry out
for a breath
of love
and oxygen
reach out
compassionately
if every passionate river
irrationally
ran bone dry
if every sacred spring
refused to flow
what would love know
what could love do
to save us
from drowning
to keep us
from sinking
to the bottom
of the deep sea
deeper and deeper
into the dark abyss
where love
could never find us
where our hearts
would certainly be crushed
every vast ocean
where we find ourselves
alone and floating
treading water helplessly
where we must always choose
to leave or stay
and all that deep emotion
rising from deep within us
those frigid ocean currents
drowning love
stealing our hearts
and breath away

            * * *

 

there is this feeling
that encompasses our hearts
like every fine tapestry
woven with the finest silk
sometimes the shear brilliance
reflected by each novel strand
is an element of complete and utter joy
there are those darker threads
all hand knotted in the unseen back
dyed dark by loss and sorrow
signatures of tragedy that sometimes stain our lives
we all hope for unblemished love
but each weaver employs many colours
flaunting every intricate pattern
a display of individual emotion
over the notion of growing years
inevitably there will be frayed bits
threads that have become worn and unraveled
like certain hopes and dreams
those things that we never realize
solid rings and things that forever make us feel
so tragically alone and forlorn
sometimes the colour never fades
cherished elements of true love
that can never be marred or stained
there are those most difficult segments of the warp
crafted scars from perfect storms and unimaginable earthquakes
remnants of lost loved ones and lost love itself
those fractions of each carpet
we sorrowfully secret away
secure them in a special place
perhaps in a sacred forest
or high upon a secret shelf
such special things
we never want to lose
we hide them away
deep within our treasured self
love is one of those gleaming jewels
all the cruel in the world cannot blemish
touch or steal away
those things we keep safe in our heart and soul
dreams and hopes and starlit moments
that we think of everyday

---------------------------------------

tied into perfection
there is atonement
respectively Zoroaster
spoke to Buddha
Buddha orbited Mercury
Mercury signaled Pluto
Pluto communicated with Mars
conjunct Saturn with Jupiter
reminding us
in a heartfelt loving fashion
planetary being
is a religion in itself
like every solar system
reflecting all the substance of galaxies
distinctly all that energy and light
eventually sucked into insatiable black holes
where only omniscient God lives
hidden from the opulent universe
and refracted creation
is succinctly reborn

              8 8 8

 

It's the night before Christmas
all around this living globe
people are praying
people are searching for hope
those bright stars in the sky
astronomers are saying
magnificent Jupiter and Saturn
they keep twisting and turning
they tell us no lies
a conjunction of planets
this great convergence of yearning
reminds us how life always vies
to brighten our existence
to help us all realize
this divine world is relative
where all our given relatives
have lived and still live
good God has truly blessed us
and there's more that God will give
if we keep our hearts and minds open
if we keep striving for the honest truth
we'll find peace and joy shall find us
love in this world will help us all cope
those billions of twinkling stars in vast heaven
are harbingers of how all these earthly things
exist midst all this glorious celestial fuss
every Christmas marks Julian's calendar
sharing so many good things life brings
those Christmas Carols folk sing
all those niveous winter rhymes
we're all learning at times
all that yearning we feel
even Christmas magic
can be resplendently real

                 * * *

 

I don't know
if I'm a writer
but I write
I don't know
if I'm a lover
but I try to love
I don't know
what human is
exactly
but I try to be human
I don't know
what normal is
precisely
but I can't help
but try to be normal
I try to have fluidity
in my life
but I don't see myself
as water
I don't know
if I am compassionate enough
I don't see myself
as a compact being
but I think
I am passionate
I see myself
as expanding
trying to expound
on life's little eccentricities
hoping failure
doesn't always dictate to me
predictably
while I seek real life
and even true love
beyond these finite boundaries
of my fiery existence
beyond the confines
of my shackled mind
and broken heart
hoping to someday find
that eternal place
in the universe
where happiness and contentment
allow us at least
a moment of peace and joy
that sacred place
where true love
overwhelms us
with every heartbeat
and every breath we take
all those hard times
trying years
when there was no god
or life full of plenty
those copious times
when we felt forgotten
plural emptiness
when we wondered
if God
cared at all
when the world
seemed void
of compassion
and darkness
would consume us
having chewed the bleeding flesh
leaving only skeletonized bones
if there is a God
if love truly does exist
perhaps we will wake one day
and find ourselves in paradise
where glory will surround us
and joy will envelop us
exquisitely wrap around us
let us feel completely whole
a place that caresses
our very soul

 

 

                                                 * * *

 

I can't help
but wonder
if birds in Russia
only tweet and sing
Russian ballads and songs
I've heard
Australian birds
chanting and warbling
rounds of Australian songs
waltzing Mathilda
echoing
throughout the outback
black mixed with white
daring Magpies
reciting darling Kookaburra stories
bequeathed with strong wills
beneath strong scented
eucalyptus trees
over vast China
do magic dragons
overtly roost and sing
among the soaring tops
of Himalayan peaks
reciting Tao poetry
smatterings of Mao
spattered acutely
graffiti on a great wall
rafts of smoke and fire
belching
from sleepless volcanoes
ringing the Pacific ring of fire
do Atlantic Salmon
speak garbled Atlantean
or must they
only burgle
salty talk
a gnarled language
describing
sunken ships
prescribed comments
inscribing Titanic moments
beneath the deep cold sea
then the Long-eared owl
comes to rest
like a prophet
outside your window
when it speaks
Coptic rhymes
will carpenter ants
build your astral coffin
outside the Gulf of Carpentaria
will masticating termites
be determined enough
to chew the world to tiny bits
if brown recluse spiders
weren't necrotic hermits
would they travel the world
spinning webs and agnostic tales
about reducing ocean sails
emotional trade winds coming out
I can't help
but wonder
if every languid river
tangibly reminded
what water spells
used to be
spilling
every single drop
from their sacred source
finally remarking
how salty
every sea
tastes
I can't help brine
or ponder
if the cosine wind
will hypothetically figure
each angular hypotenuse
reveal mathematical truth
honestly and clearly
logic in the sheer blue sky
or does perpendicular nature
articulately want to be
particularly silent
if sedimentary rock
would speak openly
like copious orators
defining igneous characters
metamorphosing on stage
utter prose into our able ears
enable and open
under the harmonious sun
so we might
finally hear and see
how right things
really are
how unentangled things
should tangibly really be

                         * * *

 

this opium of the masses
current plastic shit and global eccentricities
heaps of shifting crap and garbage
littering the world's oceans and cities
pollution running inextricably
out of our sorry human asses
as the bloomin' sky
takes a major hit
every single day
so much more spoiled herbage
all that nitty gritty
sorely and applicably
toxic fumes caused by artificial gases
elements that assumingly vie
for every novel titty
if groveling dismay
adds to all this arbitrage
wouldn't it just be more carnage
just another horrible pity
so why are we blind
each day we create
all this excrement and trash
is life just rush and gush
like some unmanageable rash
are we just an ignorant kind
a careless species that consumes
does modern life require M.A.S.H
to constantly redeem
some semblance of resume
emperors that are ruminating queens
their natural directive
that depends on bash and cash
proactive fascists it seems
our world is full
of bloody wounds and gashes
but all the mashed up masses
require opium it seems
along with creamy steam
and a rash of dreamy whiplashes
this Sisyphean mind set
trapping the world in sewer life
this is what we will always get
a world of challenging strife
perhaps Tantalus is our true mentor
River Styx the world's commentator
the archetypal view
beyond vapours and smoky resistance
which opulent opium creates
maybe consumer life confuses youth
simply God's predated joke
chaos this messy privileged existence
simply a fussy antedated universal truth
marred by this anticipated litter state

                       * * *

 

today
i took
my hand
searched
my soul
hoping
to find
my
inner
mind
in
that
stead
my
whole
heart
told
my
other
self
in
kind
today
is
where
i
truly
dare
to
stand
whether
clouds
or sun
or wind
or rain
all this
torment
sometimes
tragic
sometimes
magic
this
honest
truth
no
rhymes
or
ruthless
words
but
truthful
light
could
speak
would
tell
my
soulful
self
no
matter
if
i
came
or
went
youthful
life
would
never
be
inert
but
this
revelating
soothing
proof
would
simply
be
my
just
dessert

     * * * 

 

Forever Autumn

that warm summer sun
has slowly faded
as the year grows older
dark days are now
drawing near
brisk winter winds
will feel much colder
now that you're not here
I still watch the birds fly south
across the autumn sky
flock by flock they disappear
I wish that I was flying with them
now that you're not here
like the shimmering sun
glimmering through the barren trees
your errant love had come to me
but like every feral leaf
you disappeared and blew away
along with autumn's golden crown
on the autumn breeze
you always loved this time of year
we used to kiss our way past ev'ry frown
but you're not here to lie with me
love's fallen leaves still lie undisturbed
because you're still not here
I feel you kicked me to the curb
you simply wouldn't stay
like the sun through the silent trees
you came to love me
like a leaf carried on the autumn breeze
you simply blew away
a gentle rain falls softly
as if to hide a lonely tear
on my weary eyes
my life will be forever autumn
because you're not here today
because you didn't come to stay
each and every day I wake
still sadly you're no longer here



---------------------------------

that warm
 
summer sun

has slowly

faded
 
as the year

grows older
 
dark days

are now

drawing near
 
brisk winter

winds

will feel

much colder

now

that you’re

not here

I still

watch

the birds

fly south
 
across

the autumn

sky

flock

by flock

they

disappear

I wish

that I

was flying

with them

now

that you’re

not here

like

the shimmering

sun
 
glimmering

through

the barren

trees
 
your

errant

love

had come

to me

but like

ev'ry feral

leaf

carried

on the autumn

breeze

along

with autumn's

golden

crown
 
you

disappeared

and quietly

blew

away

we

used to

invariably

kiss

our passionate

way

past ev'ry

difficult

frown

you

always

loved

this

time

of year

now

those

fallen

leaves

still lie

gently

heaped

restfully

undisturbed
 
but you’re

not

here

to lie

with me

because

you’re

still

not here
 
I feel

you

kicked

me

to the curb

you

simply

didn't

stay

like

summer's

daunting

sun
 
haunting

through

the trees
 
you

came

to love

me

like

a true

drying

leaf

on

the trying

autumn

breeze
 
you

suddenly

blew

away

gentle 

rain 

falls 

softly

vying

to hide

my 

lonely

tears

blurring

my

weary

eyes

since

you’re 

not

here

any

more

safe

inside 

my

cottage

door

my

life

will

be

for

ever

autumn

'cause

you’re

not

here 

today

because

you

didn't

come

to stay

sadly

you're

no

longer

here

      * * * 

 

this
world
nothing
is
permanent
we
try
so hard
to make
things
permanent
although
nothing
ever
remains
the same
the only
given
in life
is
that things
will
change
and change
scares
the hell
out
of us
makes
us
shiver
and quiver
in our
boots
and in
our
beds
some
days
we
can't
see
the sun
at night
we're
wary
of what
the boogie
man
has done
every
day
is different
nothing
remains
the same
all
this
impermanence
some
times
it
seems
change
is
just
another
bloody
shame

      * * *

 

I'm eating cookies
trying to remember
what human touch
feels like
on bare human skin
if spit could change us
saliva charge our lives
needy and pure
all these spit thoughts
might feed me cookies
so seedy and slick
no human touch
nothing sick or pure
remedy cookie dough
won't enliven us
relieve us of this sticky heat
still our dry hearts beat
trying to imitate
cold blooded fish
spitting lounging flies
off angling branches
heady food for thought
dangling morsels
pupae and chrysalis
what fish roe once was
a forgotten mother's touch
remembering ourselves as newborn
yawning when the hot blooded night comes
forever swim alone
few of us spawn
reminded we are loveless and blind
like cold sightless snow
white eyeless cave fish
we can't even try to spit
some of us are so cold
but we always try to rise
to the emergent fly
we find ourselves parched
marching recklessly
up every dry riverbed
stipulated evaporation
water can't lubricate
or freely wash
o'er imprisoned wretched hearts
or envision mismatched archaic words
rocky riverbeds of lost love
languorous in stagnant pools
what memory rapidly said
we're void of love
we can't seek upstream
speaking of dried up small fry
disabled by incessant waterfall memories
those thoughts that remain fresh
still frozen in our veins
frosting for our cookie dough arteries
so we grow fish skin and scales
seemingly we disappear
into the reedy depths
engulfed by oceans of despair
we remain untouchable
slick love slides past us
oft that rising tide
requisitioned by the unfulfilled moon
never finds the sun
remaining in this hard constant
we stand in cold acquiescent rain
even though we still spawn cookies
we generally flounder and flop
eventually abandoning
every half baked ark
we try hard to remember
some distant human touch
consistently we attempt to navigate
through love's resistant turbid waters
urgently hoping
we might one day see
through the drowning dark

                   * * *

 

twilight
that narrow band
of dark
and light
what is
into
what will
be
if there is
a difference
between
what has
and
what has been
twilight
describes
it best
what can be
what will be
where
and
when
twilight
reflects
the past
determines
the present
invents
the future
inventive God
determinedly told us
in
the reflective beginning
there was
the word
let it be
significant light
out
of indignant darkness
everything
out
of nothing
and back
again
like
a silent prayer
conjuring
alpha
into
omega
directives
of amen
inventing
one
thing
then another
heaven
and earth
heaven
and hell
deep wells
from whence
all
things
must pass
from light
into
darkness
and back
again
and
again
and
again
ten
times
ten
times
ten
again
and
again
and
again
like the remedial sun
eclipsing
the recluse moon
till
cruel death
do us
part
just
as finial midnight
surely
counts
down
to exponential noon
   

             * * *

 

if you aren't Cain

 

then are you Abel

 

if there is no Adam

 

can there be Eve

 

if the sun doesn't shine

 

if the burning stars aren't there

 

would the world simply cease and desist 

can compassionate God truly exist

 

should anyone ever really care

 

                * * * 

 

 

that fatal day
when God wakes us
breathing fire
some believe and say
death won't remake us
holy time
cannot retire
that flaming day
when the Universe
made us
when the cosmos
was complete and entire
when the tired moon
claimed its orbit
when the dire planets
became clear to us
our found reflection
was brilliant
we lived
our lives for it
but in time
we still become dust
no matter
how hard we try
we'll never be
truly resilient
we'll never know
why
 

           * * *

 

so many vibrant years
all those spiral galaxies
a mix of joy
a deluge of tears
examine novel fallacies
I'm expanding
fertilizing my anti-mind
intuitive kind
reflecting nature
everywhere I look
I seem to find
ants and men
such similar stature
respecting virtual light
reflected right
bereft of wrong
demonstrating
nature's warlock
mighty insight
dissecting Sherlock
inspecting starry night
divine singing
such a cosmic song
free your imprisoned mind
break down the prison gates
tear apart
those stone walls
hope to find
joy and love  
bathed in glory
glorious rainbow states
lest we descend
into a deep dark abyss
barefoot I climbed
a tangled jungle vine
diving to my ego's death
a sacred time
darkness seems so amiss
I've listened
to every bird of paradise
every jungle song
all that's yours and mine
over eons of time
God worships this
as our sacred world turns
through sacred space
stepping past
a timeless gated sill
joining Peter Pan
we flew
searching for a magic hue
every Rumpelstiltskin soul yearns
like burning Job
we stumble
fall wounded
often plagued by devils
sometimes dressed to kill
true star power
reveals by far
eternal care
relieve your ardent mind
those absent dreams
consisting of visions
focusing the comet's tail
all those that dare
start beating drums
charting sacred sums
soar on universal themes
extant existence
divine creation
not a given
life is not lost
under a canopy of stars
beneath the shaman's heaven
enchanted being
confronts defenseless nature
behavior driven
beyond the burning sun
beyond spiritual leaven
mundane evolution
transforms nature
reinventing reality
four winds
form ceremonial birth
centred
in our mother's womb
blessed father
heartfelt vitality
molding creation
caressing a creator's mirth
all your doubts
all your fears
your daily judgement
every monumental choice
such emotion
such commotion
omnipresent tears
transcending viral thought
eclipsing anthropomorphic voice
purge your demon essence
resolve your tainted palette
unlimited thundering
like a running white buffalo
plundered enlightenment comes
perfection reveals itself
pounding fat pemmican
with an ancient primordial mallet
potent vitality
virility still ascending
life's starry staircase
I kneel in prayer
silently listening
to those ancient
sacred drums

           * * *

 

we wake
in our manger beds
we are
one tiny filament
for prosperous
heaven's sake
part
of a single
twisted thread
just a strand
of all
that is done
the stars
are testament
only God
knows
what is truly
at stake
in our silly
human heads
we might think
our will
be done
but in truth
we are
only
one element
of this
cosmic cement
out
of an ancient
sacred lake
with our
earthly thoughts
stuck
in our naked heads
we 
might think
with this
life
we have won
but the Creator's
true intent
is
about a deeper
even more
sacred lake

  

      * * *

 

I tried
to fix me
I saw no need
to fix you
all those tears
we both cried
we would bleed
fixed together
in our mixed up world
all that bad weather
day after day
our fixations stayed
while cut up love
held us both at bay
sticks and stones
but what we found
nothing could mend
our broken hearts
our broken bones
when we lay together
staring into each other's eyes
as we lay there
I found I was searching
deep in love
for your fixed beautiful soul
with each breath
I was entranced
we breathed
I took a chance
everyday
I truly cared
stepping out of the box
I truly dared
to meld indeed
and to mix with you
but I never
felt the need
to fix you
  

        * * *

 

so much sadness
in the world
all this grief
and hardship
perhaps God
has abandoned us
maybe there is
no hope
we're caught up
in this eternal swirl
some lucky ones
have kinship
most of us
have been enveloped
within all this messy fuss
many are broken
careening
down a treacherous slope
when we are young
the world
is so bright and new
once the moon has risen
twenty thousand times
we often
have changed our view
when middle age
has found us
our eyes
are opened wider
those warm summers
when hope was still alive
when our children
played happily in the sun
before the autumn
of our lives
generous memories
reminded us
of when we were
young and having fun
then grinding winter comes
old age has trapped
and grounded us
reminding everyone
that time is short
that we're caught up
in this terrible muss
after tragedy
has marked us
after broken hearts
have seized us
when the day's setting sun
may be our last
we see at least
a grain of truth
in our reflected past

  

             * * *

 

 

that bewitching day
when we stood by the sea
you quietly told me
about far away places
even though I couldn't stay
for awhile at least
it was you and me
smiles and smiles
on both our faces
we knew then
nothing could ever be the same
the evolving stars
the sparkling sea
the even setting sun
I dreamed I saw you
waving goodbye
then by and by
a great whale sounded
resolving the twilight sky
after we stood together
in a warm falling rain
that evolving squall
swept east
climbing the coast mountains
we watched
resolvent Jupiter
mesmerized by the night sky
followed in time
by anxious Mars
journeying westward
out of the restless east
then the restive moon
that impatient moon
swooned truly guessing
in between
the lunatic world
and passionate us
like a furtive guide
attached to the world below
while that great navigating whale
deciding to ascend and blow
resurfaced from sounding
chiding the shameful world
we tried first to run
then second to hide
we marveled
at what we'd both found
we listened closely
hearing the sacred
descending from  heaven
all nature's blessings
never ending
and in our hearts
we both knew
that something true
is coming
we stood there
on that glowing sand
we both knew
the world needed mending
finally
you broke the silence
reminding us
about the world
when we were young
about all those blessings
God was sending
we laid down together
on that cool beach sand
we resolved to stay
listening to the ocean waves
gently caressing
every beautiful sacred land
reminding us both
to be honest and brave
that some joyful things
are never ending
happily somethings enchanted
and wondrously saved

 

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once
there were graceful birds
and precious bees
now the muddled sun
refuses to shine
all everyone
ever sees
are shadows
this bitter darkness
we're broken
at the knees
once
all around
this beleaguered globe
streamed pure water
dreamy rivers
clean enough
to drink
now everything
has faltered
and corrosive acid
dissolves
so many
homes and lives
while the frigid moon
and warrior Mars
speak loudly
asking giant Jupiter
and brilliant Venus
if they'll ever
leave us
if we discard
this earthly guise
so many faultless planets
supreme insects and perfect plants
naked under the irreverent sun
like impatient lovers
forever copulating
steadfast and disguised
joined together
at the edifying hip
as if
we were one
only plumb Pluto
knows the unholy truth
that unholy men
and holy men
have wholly failed us
we're living
under a leaking roof
that toll of greed
and folly pestilence
have groomed us
false deliverance
an able booming thought
we always seem to need
heed the reaper
god woke and said
detain all goodness
stop fouling your very bed
if a ghoulish wave occurs
that can simply
wash us
take away
our wretched sins
perhaps the etching sun
will blind us
keep us
wretched and ignorant
because
in the coming stead
the tearful end
is fearfully coming
but if
the eerie moon
should wake
bleary us
if geared up Mars
beams us
seemingly aboard
the teary world
will certainly
take us
to fiery hell
and back
all this trouble
trying discord
for the wave
we are riding
is simply
truly lord
when we are
torn
from
the fluid womb
we simply
begin
to die
but if
we ride
a faultless
wave
faithfully perhaps
we'll truly
learn to fly
beyond
the austere moon
beyond
the magnetic stars
where blazing light
once
began
if lord light
has
its way
perhaps
we'll never
die

  

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in a hundred years
when corporeal pigs fly
no one will remember
how the collective star of david
twisted and turned
no one alive will remember why
how we all struggle now
living with our constant fears
under the oppressor's thumb
considering we are all righteous members
of the same mortal human race
a similar orbital tribal sum
stalked by wild rabid dogs
those bodies we've piled and burned
different styles atoning to funereal gods
while the riled day turns to vile night
while we ponder and wonder
if we dare gather together
contemplating igniting yule logs
still the crystal world revolves
this quiescent globe still turns
if we continue to mix blood with water
if the oceans resolve to burn
then in a hundred years
those living will remember
how the fundamental stars fell to earth
how the cursive cardinal word
was ultimately forgotten
during this inimitable coronal December

  

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first we were contemplatively born

 
out of the contrasting sky

now we are convincingly tethered

to the controversial earth

contumaciously we are shackled

 
consequently then slain

consummate prisoners of life

until we conscientiously die

 

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when the last November sun finally rose
I heard a series of primal screams
emanating from deep in the forest
an outward vibration flows
something unnatural and esoteric it seems
a shimmering angel appeared adorned with fiery florets
as December's full moon birthed a new winter night
that primal scream echoed loud
piercing every panicked heart
encompassed by a fierce primal light
that primal scream hurled a deathly shroud
keeping man and woman six feet apart
within the depths of the primal sea
swims a fearful hungry beast
adorned with luminescent scales and breathing fire
waiting to feast on you and me
stealth awaits in dim shadows at least
forever dressed in ghostly attire
that eerie primal scream
circling the primal world
we're primed to ultimately stumble and fail
like a dark and primitive dream
our human fate will always be unfurled
yet we hope to lift this primeval veil
beyond the shy winter sun
after December's long awaited cold full moon
whence winter's snow has finally come
perhaps we'll rejoice once this primal scream is done
it seems year's end can't come too soon
if madness doesn't overtake us all as a finial primal sum

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