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I run my hand
over the fabric
of your skin
slowly,
moving my hand
over its textures
and plains
memorizing
your form
a raging want
burns through
my need,
I am transfixed
and aroused
your words
clasp me
into the center
of your desire
separated I despair
for only a moment,
this growling beast
this fiery lust
eats to the heart
of my core,
returning, you
tease playing
with my passion
There are no happy ever afters
on this side of Gloomy Hill.
Most smiles are feigned
as are the faulty souls
that look through squinted windows
at a world turned black and grey.
There is no joy,
but only sadness,
masked behind a cordial mien
that shouts conflicting creeds
in its undertones.
Laughter is a chorus
of broken glass
against entombed regrets
but I am the eye that sees
into the darkness.
There are no happy ever afters
in a world of broken things,
And who is God
When I was young ...
I asked my teacher ...ma'am why does the Earth have human beings...
and why there are no more Earths elsewhere ....
there must be
she said
No there is only one Earth and God made it
I asked who is God.
she put a finger on her lips....shh shh shh
today I read some news
NASA says 4.2 billion Earths elsewhere....
I think
God must be a factory man
Mounted on a big red.
That is as rough as its rider.
Sits the Great Weird Elf.
He’s so proudly the leader
With a cackling Kookaburra,
on his shoulder.
Feared by so many
His pen sharp as a sword
A pen that was hardened
To the strength of steel
By years of learning
Word cutting, no yield,
without fear he does wield
A great choice
To lead in the fight
Poetic justice
Their banner declares
Flanked on either side,
By his maids in arms (Not his Arms)
He fights but causes no harm.
Brut! Go to her, say you’re sorry!
APOLOGISE!
She cries!!
Use those big brown eyes!
Do you see her my mastiff friend?
She’s over there!
Eh! Where?
No! don’t look, don’t stare!
Let's act as if we don’t see her
Come on! Let’s go!
No, no!
Slowly amigo!
Act casually, watch me, like this!
Do this! Be quick.
That’s slick!
This is the “limp trick”.
She’s coming! Now give her “THE LOOK”!
Ops! It’s a cow!
What! how?
Got it wrong somehow!
silken threads bind
the tree of life,
skeins of hope
tying all
deep into the soul
of the earth
but,
the dirt trembles and shakes
big minds wander
the lost halls of learning
they go where others
dare not tread,
risking all
with each step
tremendous machines
chew through the skin
of the planet
ripping and shredding
the life out of Gaia,
she is dying
a day at a time
I once saw a litle girl crying
her kitten had outgrown her
and no longer wished to play
it was not a mopey cry
but a cry of startling discovery
loss had given its first indelible lesson;
she had glimpsed a void,
and the possibility that all could be lost
this particular event
would only be the first
of a kind
..........
twice upon a time
a boy kissed a girl
they were lying in a meadow
side by side
on a hill so high
it nearly touched the sky
Don't despise me fellow man for we
both wear the cloth of humanity.
We're both made up of dirty clay
that shall eventually decay.
I'm flesh and blood, I breathe the air
you breathe; we have much to share.
I grieve, and then my tears show
like yours, when your sorrows grow.
On my bed and yours shall be lying
the syndromes of aging and dying.
Or do you think you're better than I?
Order the sky then as not to cry.
What are you really?
I think you’re a Drug
A sweet sweet Drug
That I keep resisting
Don’t want to get addicted
I fear it’ll ruin me
My life and my loved ones’
So I keep resisting
But how much I keep yearning
To hold you close to me
To laugh with you, to have fun
Yet I keep resisting
I am scared to admit
What now I really feel
For then there won’t be any turning
So I’ll keep resisting
The string quartet
plays ten thousand bits
through rusty, ambitious speakers
while the evening
turns into
a velvet night
like the madman's canvas:
with a yellow moon
and fuzzy, mad, mad flora.
Am I lost in my dreams
of a life in heaven,
seated by stars and by the sun,
the guest of comets
and falling meteors?
A name to be remembered?
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