| Be Careful ...
Posted: 8/1/2007 2:33:42 PM | Be Careful
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You can’t recall the stone,
Once it’s thrown
Emitted harsh words, can’t be defused
And Time spent, can not be reused. | |
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| Go On ...
Posted: 8/2/2007 2:37:38 AM | Go On
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We assess their actions
To see just where they fall
Then within Pain or Joy
We’ll record our scrawl
But the page, it has been written
And Time has moved along
Past misery or joys
We mustn’t dwell upon
For tomorrow brings the sunrise
And with it our new dawn
And as we look into it:
What will that day spawn? | |
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| A Rapist Tale
Posted: 8/7/2007 8:05:27 AM | --------------------------
I bid you all: Good evening
I trust you’re seated well
And ready to accept the tale
Soon to you I’ll tell
Choose NOT to view
My malignant horrid face
The rotting flesh and pus filled eyes
Are not my saving grace
Hopefully, too, you’ll be spared
When an odor may emit
From boils on my hide
Which may erupt and spit
But … If all is in readiness,
And comfortable you be
Let me ruin your mind
As you come along with me …
On a night in August
With weather caldron hot
The moon rode thru’ a cloudless sky
As Nature did allot
Long, moonlit shadows
Were cast upon the ground
Rustling leaves upon the trees
Were the only sound
Bats darting quick - an
Insects’ final fate,
While the night moved onward
The hour growing late
Down the lane a man did walk
A rapist full of hate
The clicking of his footsteps
Displayed his quickened gait.
For evil graced the air
It crackled in the heat
And sizzled in the sweat beads
Running down his face so fleet
The evil did its’ work:
His fear inside did swell
For the Prince of Darkness
Was emerging from His Hell.
Before the man, down the lane,
A vision began to form:
Headless ghouls, biting things
And rancidness did swarm.
As the fear inside him rose
Exponentially
His gaze remained swarm fixed …
Involuntarily
His gait slowed at the sight
His steps becoming faltered
For appearing in the swarm:
A figure – leather haltered
The haltered figure materialized
From inside the festered swarm
And the man began to see
The figure fully formed
As remnants of the swarm
Began to fade away
The man then absorbed - what
His eyes purveyed
The Prince of Darkness
In female form revealed
An offering,
There In Her hands, concealed
Vivid red, against
The darkness of the night
Glowed behind the figure
Standing in his sight
The man had stopped mid-stride
When the Prince, She had appeared
The sight before him:
Accumulation of all he feared.
The Prince of Darkness
Beckoned with Her mind
Compelling him to seek
What her hands entwined
Forward did he move
Of power not his own
Toward Her outstretched hands
And the thing he would be shown.
Standing there before Her
Moving gaze from face to hand
He saw the thing She held there
But didn’t understand
A clear liquid
Inside a crystal glass
Supported bobbing ice cubes
But his thoughts remained morass
He knew not the identity
Of this haltered form
Who had emerged from inside the
Mass of rancid swarm
But compelled was he
To take the glass
And of content to
Imbibe and take
He reached forth
And did so
A fatal
Flawed mistake
The swarm he had seen before
Witnessing it with dread,
Now appeared again …
But this time in his head.
A physical transformation
Took place midst painful screams
As the world around him
Turned to nightmare dreams
He dropped the crystal glass
But it never reached the ground
His body absorbed the glass
With a sucking sound
His chest was then expanded,
His waist it shrank to thin
His fingers sprouted long nails
As he was born again
Now he stood there naked
And as he then looked down
Found woman’s breasts upon his chest
Causing him to frown
The Prince of Darkness
Spoke to the new female:
“Now ‘tis you will see
The Hell that’s your new jail”.
“I have a job for you
That you will do for me
And ‘tis a job for you to
Last all eternity”.
“In my home in Hell,
Many rapists do abide
Inside you broken crystal
Glass it is I hide”
“For you are now a female
And Hell’s rapists you will please
Cutting them to ribbons
As you kneel there on your knees”
“But you will feel the pain
Those rapists will inflict
Forever and for always
And that is my edict”
Her malicious laughter
Filled the August air
As the Prince of Darkness
Ended the affair
A swarm of flying, biting things
Veiled the Prince again
And he disappeared
To look for rapist men.
And so, you’ve heard the tale
I told you I would say
Now the night is over … but …
Come back again some day.
But, should you be a rapist
Then here, I have for you,
A clear liquid in crystal glass …
Drink, before you bid adieu. | |
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| A Rapist Tale
Posted: 8/7/2007 8:25:16 AM | Wanders in...
I search aimlessly
wandering and wondering
who am I now? Where do I go?
Now that you're not here?
The purple bruise of the dark
creeps around the curtain
hiding my falling tears
but illuminating them
They glisten on my cheek
daring you to wipe them off
But you can't see them
dripping like my lifeblood
I listen to the song
they one that made me cry
You held me close
as I washed away the pain
Now the pain grips me n its vice
tearing at my heart and soul
No-one to hold me, care, love
Loneliness like a leech.... | |
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| Ourselves
Posted: 8/7/2007 9:26:33 AM | ----------------------------------
A caress, softer than cloud shadows
Is all we dare desire
For intimate involvement filled with
All of passions’ fire
Might sear away the feelings
We need to keep us sane
Or like a moth, be consumed
By the heat of passions’ flame.
The One we need is out there
But fearful are we still
To drop our guard, reveal ourselves
No, we can’t trust them … ‘til …
Our confidence of who we are
Our belief: The best will be
When we get past the Hurt
Inflicted recently
Only then, when scars are healed
When our self-confidence resumes
Can we enjoy again
All of Life’s perfumes
And to all who inflict our wounds
Now in healing states
Know that somewhere up ahead
A crushing fate awaits.
And …
Forgiveness is the perfume a flower leaves
On the shoe that crushed it. | |
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| Finding Answers
Posted: 8/9/2007 6:59:04 PM | Finding Answers ©
When someone says to you: “I have your answer, here”.
Run, don’t walk, away in total fear.
For no one has the answers, Life has few absolutes
‘Tis other alternatives the offer-er computes.
There are information avenues one may travel down
The view may prompt a smile or perhaps a worried frown
But when there are decisions you know that must be made
It’s only you, and you alone, decides how the game is played
Advice – it may be sought, and maybe gathered in
But in the end ‘tis you, who protects your only skin.
So, accept not, answers so freely given ‘way
Take your own better road, find answers andante. | |
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| Affections' Equality
Posted: 8/9/2007 7:27:26 PM | Affections' Equality©
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I speak to her incessantly, but I never say a word
My affection conveyed through a humming bird
And through the gentle kiss of a butterfly
As her cheek it brushes while it flutters by
And in rain drops on her window pane
A message from my heart
Where thoughts of her still reign.
And all these things she knows
For she is well aware
That affection from those who love
Can be found most everywhere
And neither must acknowledge
These gifts affectionate
For sender and receiver are both
Equal in their debt. | |
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| Large Barge
Posted: 8/10/2007 7:40:37 AM | “Is my behind in these pants looking large?”
Why yes, it resembles a barge!
- wrong answer, mate
- now it’s too late
Funerals’ tomorrow: No charge | |
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| Hickory, Dickory Dock
Posted: 8/10/2007 7:41:43 AM | Hickory,****ry dock
(Then something ‘bout a clock)
- damn, how does it go
- I hate it so
When my “mentals” run into a block | |
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| Babbitts
Posted: 8/10/2007 7:42:56 AM | ‘Twas a girl, with a penchant for babbitts
They assembled ‘round her like rabbits
- self centered were they
- not paying their way
She dropped them like a string of bad habits. | |
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| Transportation
Posted: 8/10/2007 9:00:32 AM | Said she: “Me vehicle’s with broken transmission”
Said he: “In me pockets for money I’m fishin’”
- And sidestepin’ the doom
- He bought a new broom
She streaks about on it now while she’s wishin’. | |
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| Tainted Food©
Posted: 8/10/2007 10:33:46 AM | For food there wasn’t no finer
Said the man ownin’ the diner
- except the main course
- the food of remorse
Sent tainted over from China | |
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| Kidney Limits©
Posted: 8/10/2007 2:42:10 PM | Said a bloke from Ol’ Sydney
Who possessed only one kidney
- “It limits me drink
- and places a kink
In what it normally would be”. | |
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| Excursion©
Posted: 8/10/2007 2:43:09 PM | There was a lass with aversion
To any sexual perversion
- for the opposite sex
- she put on a hex,
Until she took a foot-long excursion | |
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| Ailing©
Posted: 8/10/2007 2:44:11 PM | He thought of himself as a King
When he presented his ‘thing’
- But when she saw it there
- She said: “I declare,
How long has your thing been a-ailing?” | |
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| Absentee©
Posted: 8/11/2007 12:38:01 AM | The thread that binds the Mother
Forever to her child
Is the eternal sinew that
Always is beguiled.
And were that Mother, Freedom,
And the child named Liberty
Misery, death and hatred
Would be in absentee. | |
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| Last in Line?©
Posted: 8/12/2007 6:16:25 AM | Someone invented the language which evolved into English.
Someone others taught people how to use that language.
Someone else invented paper.
Someone else found a way to mass produce it.
Someone else devised a way to distribute that paper.
Others invented writing utensils, which evolved into the typewriter, and eventually the home computer.
Me, I use those things to record thoughts and ideas and, as you can see, I’m the last in a very long line of persons who make that possible.
But, then again … you’re reading it. | |
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| Pay the Fiddler©
Posted: 8/12/2007 9:00:16 AM | ‘Twas A classy chassis had she
Said she’d share what she had there … with me!
- that part-time spouse
- cost me, me house
And … her lawyer is still billin’ me. | |
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| Flurry©
Posted: 8/12/2007 9:08:50 AM | This old man from Missouri
Is no longer now in a hurry
- don’t know his name
- or from whence he came
Just writes his prose in a flurry | |
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| Timing©
Posted: 8/14/2007 5:11:12 AM | When the words finally come
In proper phrase and hue …
I find the person Gone
I want to say them to. | |
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| Gone©
Posted: 8/14/2007 5:24:53 AM | I sampled of her caring,
Her love: was my bouillon
Now that I have tasted them
I find they tasted: Gone | |
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| Hilltop Union©
Posted: 8/15/2007 6:56:09 AM | To the hilltop went Jack and Jill
Jack asked her: “Are you on the “pill””?
- “Yep” said she
- but “nope” they would see
(The new arrival was named “Daffodil”) | |
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| Hourglass©
Posted: 8/20/2007 9:59:35 PM | While the Spring of Life begins all alive and new
With singing birds, and bright green trees
And oceans cresting blue
The hourglass of life begins, with sand from many seas.
When Summers Life is in full bloom
Will the magic ever end?
Flowers grow in Nature’s Room
And still the sands descend.
The colors within the Life of Fall
Bursting in brilliant hue
Sands honor the timeless call
… now all but a quarter through.
Winter Life pulls away the sun
Replacing it with snow
Alas … Life sands in the hourglass
Have ceased their steady flow. | |
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| The Long Black Lines©
Posted: 8/21/2007 9:48:22 AM | T’was a long black line he looked down
And sobering the view
The sight was not unfamiliar …
To others he’d bid … adieu
But forming of such lines,
Was increased in frequency
And he thought: One day the
Line will form for me.
None of us pace through life
Advancing agelessly
And our turn in the line
Will not be anomaly
His line, and it’s formation
He knew he’d never see
And of those who’d stand in it
He wondered who they’d be. | |
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| Recycling©
Posted: 8/21/2007 12:11:30 PM | “Hey!, you guys over there in the Holdin’ Pen … get over here!”.
The voice was loud, irritating and harsh, but, since he didn’t know anyone around him, and he’d just arrived, his thought was: “Holdin’ Pen? Is that it’s called?”. He began to comply with the command.
As he walked he glanced about, and saw there were quite a few people moving in the same general direction as he. The light was extremely bright, nearly headache-generating in its brilliance, but thankfully not doing that. As bright as the light was, the thick fog-like atmosphere prevented him from actually seeing faces, but he could make out moving forms and general presence of others nearby.
He looked down at his feet, for the surface on which he walked was nothing like what he’d ever experienced before. It wasn’t hard, but neither was it soft, and there was absolutely no sound to his steps. The opaque fog made it impossible for him to see either the surface or his feet, so he couldn’t make a judgment as to the surfaces texture nor construction.
“Over here. Over here!”, the insistent voice again plowed through bright fog. He continued onward towards what appeared to be the source of the brilliant light.
Without knowing why, he stopped, and was quite certain he was correct in doing so, but there were no voiced instructions or physical barrier of any kind to justify his stoppage.
There was no visible source to which he could attach the sound, but the voice began speaking yet again:
“Alright. Now: You’re in the Holdin’ Pen, and in a few moments you’ll each be shuffled out though a gate that will take you to the Potential Placement Arena, which make take a while to accomplish. You will each remain calm and until you are compelled forward.
“As an overview, you need to know that you are in what you have referred in your former locations as: Heaven. All the stories you’ve heard, all the religious teachings you’ve been subjected to you’ll see, very soon, were all poppy-cock. You’ll continue to refer to this entire general area as Heaven if you so desire, but it’s actually nothing more than a recycling center. You’re here because you’ve all died via some form or fashion, and because you believed in some form or other of religious offerings in your former being – (which one is totally immaterial now).
“There is no “time” here. That is to say: you’re just here – how long is not even measured because Time, as you knew it, is no longer a dimension. You’ll have no emotions, no feelings, and no senses. If you want to test any of those things, you may do so now … go ahead … pinch yourself and see if you feel anything”.
He pinched himself. Nothing. He did it again, on the back of his left hand, and he pinched as hard as he could. Nothing. No sensation of any kind on the back of his left hand, nor from the fingers of his right hand.
The voice continued: “Okay, that’s enough. Just accept what I’ve told you, (you can absorb its significance as we proceed through the process of your orientation).
“As you are “checked in”, as I mentioned, you’ll be passed to the Potential Placement Arena. You will be in that specific arena until you are “called” for the Immediate Placement Arena, just adjacent.
“Now. Depending on what your accomplishments were, with regard to helping other people in your former locations, will determine what type and where your future assigned placements will be.
“As an example: If you did NOT help others in your former locations, you could be placed as an inanimate object in your next Life – such as a clay pigeon in a trap shoot; or, as a roll of toilet paper; or, a cat litter box; or, as a cesspool.
“On the other hand, if you had occasionally helped others in your former location, your future placement may be as a bottle of expensive perfume; or a bouquet of flowers or something similar.
“If it is determined that you frequently helped others in your former location, you may find yourself being placed as a fond pet or perhaps a living plant or tree lovingly cared for by whomever you will be attached to or around.
“If it is determined that you consistently helped others in your former location, then you may be placed, again, as a human being, with new chances to further the processes of your future recycling processes.
The voice continued, but the man shut out what he was hearing.
He began assessing his former self and life internally to himself.
“Damn”, he thought. “I’m going to be recycled as toxic waste”.
Each of us need to assess what we would have been recycled as, as if the above story is true. | |
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