Black Ooze

All this black ooze,
So wretched and thick,
Oozing twixt my pyrite lips,
All this red rage,
So tragic a trick.

Love has brought me,
To this adopted foreign place,
Now love comes to see,
Anointed by some tainted grace,
Wand'ring faceless and hopeless,
Hapless as shapeless love can be.

Oozing,
I carved this place,
Where love could live,
Rived wood for these two arms,
Laying them upon a cold barren floor,
Enclosing my heart tightly in a secret jar,
Raising my feet above me,
So they dare not trip me anymore.

Love exists in exotic dreams,
I've forgotten alien me,
Truth scorned by tough love,
So horribly rough it seems,
Tripping us up,
So that we all fall down again.

Place my garish heart,
In that shy secret place,
Where love can't see,
My beleaguered ragged face,
Bragging with the light of day,
Hearing myself,
That ragged forlorn me.

All those domestic neighbourhoods,
Full of estranged and broken hearts,
Those dark mysterious places,
Where token space is torn,
Grace shorn with broken love,
Graceless and far apart,
Keeping token love forlorn.

I've been waiting for you,
Waiting for something.
What is love for?
Time and I won't wait much longer,
Time and I can't wait for love to bend,
Time and I can't wait for broken hearts to mend.

My broken heart can't wait for you,
Love won't wait for tears to stop,
Love won't abide time to bend,
Love can't pause any longer,
Wond'ring if I'll ever see you again,
Picking up my broken parts,
All those jagged pieces,
With all those ragged scars,
With sealing wax and prayers,
Concealed in your secret jar.

My bleeding heart can't wait for you,
Tragic love won't wait for us,
It seems true love doesn't truly exist,
It seems true lust is truly bliss,
Discreetly shrouded,
Emotional chowder concocted,
Mocking true love in a chilling social mist.

This sad journey,
Wand'ring this dark and lonely road,
Wond'ring what I've supposedly learned,
Knowing you turned away,
Balancing on that precipitous ledge,
Edging closer to that ubiquitous sway,
Spurned by subjective yearning,
Fledgling advances in rejection mode.

All those letters that have spelled love's doom,
All that errant verse and poetic gloom,
Spoken quietly to myself in my secret room,
Often rank and mercilessly terse,
Cruel dreams spelled out in cursed verse.

I don't know how you feel,
I can't see past your veiled face,
Dark shrouds in this lonesome place,
I trip and stumble and fall,
Though grace braced me,
Caressed each concerned consonant,
Needled every adjective and verb,
So many foreign misconceptions,
Veiled by filaments of receptive verve.

I'm lost again,
Naked and yearning to be alone,
Rejected by love's foolish games,
There's a foolproof fire burning,
Incinerating tired love,
Deep within my learning heart.

But you are gone,
I'll never again see your lovely face,
Never more see you walk in grace,
For I too am gone,
Tumbling across love's thorny hedge,
Tossing love to mistletoe wisdom,
Stampeding wise and wistful sensibility,
Stumbling over careless love's precipitous ledge.

This full blood moon,
Drip drip dripping,
Flipping leftover love,
Eclipsed by love's tender bits,
Drip drip dripping,
A course in miracles,
Eternally gone,
Ripped and awry.

Fire breathing dragons have been loosed,
Uncaged dragon rage,
Devouring we that are lost,
Love's unfortunates used and abused,
Black dragons lapping up all that spilled and ruined love,
So fear those dragons as they wander this wasted earth,
Tormenting chaste and broken hearts,
All that forlorn desperation rebirthed,
Bedraggled love unassumingly unearthed.

Yet I wake from this sallow dream,
Find that I am lost and alone,
Nature searches for me,
Wanting to guide me home,
When I wake you are gone,
Still the stars fall from the crying sky,
Brave sleep accosts me again,
A full blood moon weeps for us so it seems,
Finding I am lame I moan again,
Grumbling dragons have cornered me,
Stumbling love has crippled me,
Bumbling love in this black ooze zone.

Haiku Friday

Living medicine
Biennial powerhouse plant
Mullein roots and leaves

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My enraptured life
Captured light replacing strife
All this wondrous joy

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Snippet's from living
Poking scat with a long stick
Man's first poetry

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Original sin
Fukushima Earth's cancer
Earthquake tsunami

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Don't believe in Kings
Have faith in Almighty God
Believe in yourself

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Some fragment,
Insanity cheering,
Loudly to the clouds,
Sanity cheated,
Existing on some bent,
Vanity sent drifting,
Truth crossing an empty sky,
Though it's cloudy,
A little green stick,
Compassion vibrating,
With its stolid secret,
Life written upon it,
Wooed with poetry and buried,
Deep in the sacred wood.

This crown of thorns,
Alone we are together,
Doing and doing,
Pressing deeper and deeper,
This crown of thorns,
Digging and digging,
Reaper after Reaper,
Arresting the rested,
Blood covered horns,
Some of us are air,
Some of us are water,
Some of us are ground,
Bleeding under this bloody crown of thorns,
Mustering bloody madness,
Pastoral dreams accompanied by orchestral sadness,
Mastering the profoundly  ripening mustard,
Inventing every rounded moment,
Pride streaming from our eyes,
Each dreamy breath a gift from Almighty God,
Every heartbeat a flower blooms in Eden,
Relevance in stride,
So our white togas turn red from the inside,
Not so much elegance but tired gloom,
Fused together by fiery life,
Confused views from another changing room,
Where we are arranged icebergs,
Ranging haplessly,
Strangely bashed into bits and pieces,
Swept further apart as each tide turns,
So much iceberg glory,
Far out on the storied sea,
Wearing our crested crown of thorns,
Bearing a blessed cross with me,
Invested we sail away,
Full of arresting joy,
Blowing festive horns,
Trusting freedom will stay,
Allowing our wounded hearts to heal,
Diving blind into that abyss,
Floundering souls navigating chilling love,
Astounding love and lust far out at sea.

Little elephant.
Your varied rubbery tail.
Bare and nary an element of hair.
Shoot.
I mean darn.
Not a bullet.
Not an ivory hunter.
So not there.
Not a Tit or a nit or gnat.
Not a hoot or a toot or a tat.
Just a great grey stub.
Tail bare of hair.
A boney leathery nub.
That knobby weathered end.
Poor tubby elephant.
All those tramping years ahead.
Camping to herd and live.
Existing without a hairy tail.
Life without a fly switch.
Not a single strand.
Not one grand hair.
No broom to groom.
No bristles to swish.
Deep elephant boom and gloom.
Bone and gristle gol'darn it.
Precious dreamy hair.
Valuable as gleaming ivory.
A tail doomed to be completely bare.
I'm imagining.
Dag nabbit.
Hare Brier.
An innocuous hairless rabbit.
Or a conspicuously hairless Hobbit.
Sporting some shade of pink or white.
Just another glinting bald pate.
Herr Briar mirroring his shining empty plate.
And Master Frodo's glimmering ring.
Such a heady glistening state.
Twinkles with every flickering wink.
More wrinkled skin when Bilbo blinks.
Dinky trinkets apart from glabrous tales.
All those skinned bald bits.
Confusion in that fairy Shire.
At home in airy Africa.
Poor baby Tembe elephant.
Somebody bit your swish off.
Trumpeting elephant rivalry.
Certainly elephant civility shouldn't fail.
Surely elephant tails should prevail.
Chivalry on that biting day.
Righteous trumpeting saved you.
Mother protectively bumping you away.
Disarray in that portly troubling fray.
Top hat pachyderm wishes.
Big flapping ears and soothing hairy swishes.
Tusks sorting other elephant tails.
Parading and reporting loudly.
Whooshing their hairy tails proudly.
The jostling crowd retorts.
Humble grumblings.
All sorts of family fumbling and tumbling.
Rumbling down every parade trail.
Purporting Baby Elephant's lack of brush.
Every rambling elephant's flashy whip.
Baby Tembe Elephant tail's been nipped.
Snipped now.
Baby Tembe Elephant.
Brusquely equipped now.
Sporting a hairless pachyderm tail.

Sand in my shoes
Plans along a sandy path
Bearing all the gritty news
A nitty grain for every view
Strains of human emotion
So much lyrical sand in the world
Refrains for human revolution
How does love go on
Year after evolutionary year
Without you near
Some far off dream
I've dreamt you here
No apologies for my sadness
How can we go on without gladness
Without embracing love
Accepting bleeding love here
Love's many brooding fears
That moody fortune teller was right
Dealing the only Hangman card
Such a dank and humid night
Revealing that rank and lowly Hermit card
Lastly the tell - only actions speak
Louder than crass cards or lonely words
Brassband remarks from an unruly crowd
Benchmarks left by their sultry tones
Bleak bare bones
Purchased so far away
Besmirched by all
Our fairy tale love
That far away love we sought
Under the brilliant Southern Cross
Speaking sensual love
Consensual sonnets as we swayed
Far above an ocean of contemptuous residue
Beyond all that was left of our broken lives
Hacked and submerged
Converged by love
Breathing below the restive surface
Drowning ourselves in a restless vortex
Crowning sex with some token strife
Beneath love's fraught fancies
Wrought in our darling harbour
Believing in what is right
Adoring my daring wife
Framed by her brooding love
Crowned by love's bloody thorns
Traces of our blessed love
Two distressed sea turtles
Nesting on impressive shores
Abhorring love's ruddy atmosphere
Scratching rife plans in dry red dirt
Wry life etched out with a lusty stick
We're swimming nude with crusty sharks
Rudely dancing o'er a bed of red hot coals
Beached rebels coming out of their painted shells
Crudely romancing love's oceanic dark
Tantric masters soaring o'er a sultry park
O'er a sea of love's sandy descendants
Bandy coral reef defendants
Bleached and wallowing
Such Pilot Whale love
Regarding those shallow shoals
Love's soulful attendants
Guiding  pods of sorry fellows
So we sleep far from the shallows
Safe under a sea of coral stars
Snug beneath undulating waves from heaven
Bliss where love and I once held you midst all that fuss
Precious home fixed between us
Mixed blessings between our anxious arms
But reckless dreams don't come true
Still we sleep beneath the restless sky
Chilled by the yearning deep blue sea
Such abstruse mystery
Overtly submerging you and me
Deliverance covertly bequeathed
Destiny a lover's aqualung
Oxygen inhaled with each emerging sorrow
Nitrous bubbles exhaled by truth and love
Breaking the acid surface
Impaled by swarming legions
Those deadly men of war
Yet another sad tomorrow
Remarks from the gelid moon
Crying o'er historic blue moons
Aphrodite kneels before the relic sea
Welcoming Earth's sacred waters
Reforming astrological guest lists
All those graceful swans and perfumed roses
Rescinding love's astronomical beck and call
Myrtus communis decked with coy doves and song sparrows
Normal apologies remitted via snail mail
Venus ensuring bent cosmogony shall prevail
Sailing hopelessly around love's cosmic center
Circumnavigating maternal poles
Resisting - I paternally desist
Heave-to - returning home
Distressed by grievous love
Guessing heavenly love might still me
Impressed by love's dreams
Crazed love punishing the best
Razed love sighing when it fails
Brazen love lying unveiled
Hungry passion refusing to fill me
Famished compassion regaled
Grounded above fashionably high water marks
Roundly loving that high and dry
A welcome sandy place
Where driftwood dreams are found
Wassailed and assailed
Bleached with the rest
Wondering if fire and water truly matter
Wandering naked and confused
Lost in new love's restless chatter
Smatterings from the old mad hatter
Battering and derailing ready guests
Costly love's harsh and heady test.

 
Some fragment,
A hint of joy,
There's a royal tangent,
Where love goes,
Seems a plan,
Seems a ploy,
Some play,
A lovely day,
There stands a lovely girl,
Hand in hand with a loving boy,
So the lovely sun shines,
Love birds recite spiritual rhymes,
Remarkably peace sings and harmony prevails,
Rightfully in that place where love stops time,
Such a frightful realm midst so many holy grails,
Where brave compassion dwells,
Rare middle earth and a breath of fresh,
Perfumed air scenting each and every dell,
Such a beautiful sensible dream,
Enmeshed with glory and superfluous cream,
If only the storied stars and planets might align,
If only jealous moonlight could share its secret design,
Possibly contrite sighs and love would find us,
Perhaps insightful love would never pale,
All this beautiful good,
All our human desires and moods,
If our loving hearts truly understood,
Perhaps true love would never fail.

Tragedy ignites so many fires,
Music incinerates my tired being,
Self immolation when love retires,
You are what I'm seeing,
I'm drinking you in again,
You gave life new meaning,
Electricity coursing through my veins,
I'm lost in your sultry eyes,
Kiss after torrid kiss,
Sultry love is all that finally remains,
Little did I know how impersonal it all is,
Fucking is just fucking biz,
Love doesn't come the same,
Enter into the carnal stage,
Fucking is as just fucking is,
Subterfuge when love is full of rage,
Love refuses when love is disengaged.