Waiting room

breaths, beating hearts
claims of life vent from
mending calcium and
sutured leather

bodies are left
momentarily
to pursue refuge from
future weather

time ticks apart
those biding loved ones
with tried halations and
tortured feather

yet through it all,
no shiny blade dares
severing the ceaseless
nurture tether

they pray, nurse, sigh
they heal, sometimes die
and beyond it, they are
still together

Glass bottles

tink tink

thick transparency
tink tink tink

slumbering liquid
held for a fragile moment
enveloping others...

effervescent,
smooth and clear,
thick as tar
each to serve

shiny vessels wait
to be emptied and filled
and emptied and...

the vessels that ache
shells that break
when the journey
from womb to tomb
begins again

nothing left to chance
begin another dance
with bottle in hand

Jargon jaunting: part June's last half

to clarify any confusion
I should verify this conclusion...

to gain an explanation transfusion
make an allegation extrusion

contemplation of acclimation
is the precisely prescribed
diffusion for illusions

the culmination of seclusion
with ideation constitution
brings absolution of
mental pollution restitution

implementation of meditation
results in preclusion of delusion

my distribution of such profusion...
please pardon the intrusion

Explanation

Fallen not forgotten,

     I write of literally

          figurative terms. 

 

     Choice decides for itself. 

          I cannot decide myself, 

     thus the choice that

chose me has failed,

and I will forever remember. 

 

Lose my diminutive errors. 

 

I have truly lost the right

to bare my sole purpose of writing. 

 

In all the compound structures

of words I fortify my reasoning with...

 

dear audience...

 

please hold me to present

and exhibit not only my genuine aspects

     but also those underlying truths

          that flow in the sewers of time. 

 

          Exposure only leads me down

     the path to hermitage

and I would thoroughly enjoy burying

myself as the toad decides when

     the temperature drops. 

 

Discovery, however, has excavated

my grave, and though I rose from it reluctantly,

I now severely enjoy savoring the taste of publicity.

 

 

 

Tis June afterall

ah... AHA!

audacious tenacious plots
produce less efficacious oughts?

capacious lockets
require spacious pockets
and fallacious dockets

such loquacious rooms
spur ostentatious grooms
to purchase ceraceous,
herbaceous blooms

many a vivacious bride
finds a flirtatious stride
in her salacious pride

twas all a predaceous dance
or a gracious circumstance?

uh... UH-HUH!

Trek gloam

Jargon jaunting: part galiquadu

sit, and stare, and philosophize

wit and flair will offer rise

soon the goon
will swoon the moon

the moon will wane
the boon will turn bane
the loon will become sane

quit, and care, and hypothesize

knit some hair for your cloth of lies

smock the frock
for walk and talk

the roc will fright
the flock will burn white
the squawk might delight

split, and tear, and visualize

whit and ne'er and his blue eyes

view the hue
that knew of you

the woo will weave
the new will earn leave
the two will love achieve

Remembering hell

“Blessed sovereign Lord, ruler of all the Heavens and Earth
King of Kings and Omnipotent Sire of our death and our birth

Praise be to your holiest of names and to your highest reign

All worship and honor is yours in utmost sincerity, not in vain

Gratitude from all the worlds is reverently laid at your feet

From your divine actions and justice, graciousness shall meet

Your eternal Light shines on the dark, illuminating with ray

Your eternal Word speaks gently, guiding us on our way”

 

remembered and delivered through and through,

praying offered little charm against deep impulsive craving

little finger twitched in spasm of jilted nerves

teeth grinding and fists clinched,

bowed head, not in reverence but in shame

haunting words whispered in ear

echoing into mental chasm

 

perspiration dripping from brow,

stinging tear soaked irises

the dark figure, a shadow amongst living beings,

silhouetted against the indigo and grey of the horizon

not alone in a realm of frozen emotions

too many others were regrettably no strangers

to this despondent circumstance

to serve a short, but no less severe,

term in misery of one's own accord

out of all the lessons to learn

and all the knowledge to gain...

 

never quite grasped on to the idea of letting go

thus stuck with concrete feet,

staying until he can’t

 

 

 

Jargon jaunting: part 15/6ths

preexisting trysts
inspire twisting wrists
listing mistletoe kisses
and fiscal-woe hisses

quite the sight
to fight the height

in raising swords
against dazing Lords
and amazing hoards

of trunks of hunks,
funky monks,
and monkey skunks

snobs feel slime
and jobs steal time
yet Bobs heal crime

so fated trysts
find weighted gists
among debated fists

returned is theft time
discerned in heft rhyme

Militant metamorphosis