soiled underpants (respect to my preacher)
nurture spirituality like well-fertilized gardens
growing vivid harvests. only where we’ll till
the earth under itself when the bounty’s been collected;
i’ll be praying
my neon blue tide
will remove the stain of a bug caught
when spreading peace and love
at sunday’s religious community event.
broken statues chipped and worn by the fables of harsh time
we mend wearily
seeking chisels and steady hammers
awaiting our sunlight to burst through
shine golden attention
her rays casting upon our marbled faces
this gave me chills, both the setting and your allegory. thanks for sharing!
lines on the face
tired engines and languid pop stars
America’s plain tired
where has the eye cream gotten to?
give us a bucket of cream ice and a television
and a spotty memory of yesterday
the day before
because a new show will give us everything
at least a reason not to go outside
for then all will know what it shows.
unbelievably slick solid
heavy and lightning quick
turn blink thoughts slip
but I’ll get another chance
when i decide to wake up
hinting at something.
see shine dangling right from her earlobe,
pinned through thin skin:
i am devouring
sinful, desirous fantasy.
little does she know
of my scandalous private conspiracy:
to climb […]
by sitting we’ll cease to carry fire.
steps forward, courage has say and
by touring we’ll stand up to the liars.
Protection. Crease the
Fashion. Release and
Innovate. Easel. Counting fractions.
View the knot in the split.
Sublimate with blackmail.
Diseases in modern society.
Business casual, business as usual.
Disregard the flatulence.
Gravity roots us. A bond keeping all soles bound on this terrain while our souls reach up to understand, we’re free. Simply put, time passes uneventfully when we consider gravity’s steadfastness. We are held together, inseparable, by a physical force begging us to ask more of one another. We are connected, indivisible, by the consciousness contained within our electric impulses. Gravity asks the most of us all and wants for nothing in return. A gentle force, a tug to keep us joined, we must be here for this reason.
In reply to - Brielle posted an update: I could remember. The way the cold nipped at the back of my legs, easing through the threads of the cotton until the flesh grew numb. I had folded my arms in front of me, hugging the fabric of my jacket closer in a feeble attempt to keep the heat from escaping as I stood waiting. People pushed past, their elbows jabbing into my ribs and their shoulders testing my balance, their mutters left unheard. Seven fourteen. I put my phone back in my pocket, and then quickly glanced at it again to see if I had missed his call. “C’mon, Gilad. Where are you?” Frowning, I looked around once more before walking with the crowd, avoiding the thin patches of ice and “Katherine?” I turned around, pulling up a smile as I saw a familiar figure approaching. He was smiling, and he pulled me into a quick hug before wrapping one arm around my waist, pulling me close as we walked with the rest of the crowd. “How are you?” I looked up at him, “A bit cold, but good besides that. • View
over dreams and sources of rainbows oven heat the weather mothers’ everthing’s don’t pretend we transcend heaven when the rubber hits the soil when the soul hits the road to reflection and my mirror is yours you reach out to wipe away the cold condensation where contemplation paralyzes fear realize the games we’ve played have [...]
In reply to - jill wrote about the word dozen I have written many of dozens of poems free verse in rhyme that do not and will not go anywhere yet, I find it is still important to continue on writing down meaningless strings of words that fit so nicely in my mind for out of a dozen maybe there is one just one that [...] • View
wide scope of sight enters through these lenses.
my senses are overloaded, though
only slowing breathing freed me enough
to see this universe’s size
is precisely measured
to fit in the palm
peek around a corner and see
there’s someone covering up what they don’t want us to perceive
but we know
the roots of these convoluted cover-ups
are always exposed for the investigative, the intuitive
and the introspective
1. leisurely dismantling and remodeling commonly spoken and written lexemes by replacement and assignment with homophones.
2. a favorite hobby of mine
reel tactfully tighten towards tiptoe
heels faltering foes finished fancily
crush pens and dope
frigid scenarios in a valley known as happy,
where one cold heart forcibly plummeted his
sub-zero dagger past the warm skin of tender youth.
sandusky’s black sun has set, allow a new dawn’s reprise!
Where’d we start?
Past tensions busted apart.
Locks and strands twirled between fingers,
Braided taught. Convinced pupils trusted
Structures build themselves
Involuntarily welding together parts.
Either or, we know it’s heart.
Together we all start.
not muffling conjured smiles reverberating silently. thanks for your words.
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