Cicero scenic route 

Is discreet...

Upholding this

Threshold we choose...

Here we are dining 

At Anthony's feet,

Where conspirator's

Bodies were posed...

Left out to suffer 

The bickering winds,

Tossed on the 

Slaughterhouse wall!...

Sacrificing the whole

Dish of the day...

Urging new flowers

To fold.

©

2017

Bunny Villaire 

Mind behind the mind behind...

I wilt into white wheel...

Mind behind that divine kind...

I never dared to toll,

Until...

...The gun...The crass...The

Spill...The trash...

...The cars...The bars...The

Brillo pad...

My mind!...your mind?...

So mega-floss...

Mindunwindlikesomegrey

Ghosttoss...

...Egg upon a silver psyche

Tray...

Raw bone...

Ream rigged!...

What's the

Hype???????????...

...Waltzed to Greg's to buy

Some sores...

...This be my molt mind

Milked, or yours?...

Blinkered by the fossil

Lighting...

Hive-mind hopped hop

To cartoon grates...

Pass piss high home

Blime swine sodders...  

Mind behind the...

Mind behind vine...

Mind devine the always

Known...

I went well into the wool...

Winded...worn...wind...

Wound...

Won...

I still went still, and then was

Naught.

© 

2017

Bunny Villaire

We live beyond your 

Grasp

In a place where there's 

No ceiling...

...We've long 

Outgrown 

Your shackles, 

That Pandora's 

Box

You're dealing...

For you it's always

Wartime,

So we must be on

Our way!...

We'll dance away the

Danger,

All the carnage come

To stay,

That's menacing our

Will to live...

...It's written on the wall!...

We live beyond your

Confines,

Where the vileness

Can't crawl.

©

2017

Bunny Villaire

In 1957, a respected BBC news program

aired footage of Swiss peasants harvesting spaghetti

from trees. No, not the squash-- the noodle.

The BBC phone lines were burdened with calls,

viewers from all over wanted to know how

to get hands on their own spaghetti tree. 

A successful April Fool's joke.

A nation laughed at its gullibility.

Not too many years ago, a coworker's whole office

was foiled. As in everything from his desk,

computer, pictures on the wall, his globe,

down to individual pens were wrapped 

in aluminum foil like Sunday's leftovers.

Cleanup was tedious

but he laughed the whole time.

This is April Fool's, after all.

A good friend once--and only once--

printed up very believable medical lab reports.

He led his girlfriend to believe he was dying of cancer.

When she burst into tears, he burst into laughter.

She didn't stay mad for long,

can now laugh at such a clever prank.

It's April Fool's, after all.

I told you I still love you.

You laughed and I followed your lead. 

My love is such a funny punchline

but this is not the joke we wish it was.

I am still in love with you.

The most random of memories of you

on the most random of days can still make me cry.

I am just a fool in April.

The only joke here.

Twilight, and the ocean breaks

I am enjoying the music it makes

my mind isn't ruffled anymore

I could stay here for eternity

listening to the waves roar

#nightdwellers #beginningline

cars passing by

dripping wet in the rain

he waits on the corner

wishing for a refuge

his clothes soaked,

he feels wet to the bone

finally a car stops to let him go

but instead of just stopping

the window rolls down

inside is a woman

she calls his name

she is someone

he hasn't seen in a while

someone he wants to forget.

they were married in what seems

like a faraway life.

he approaches the car

she offers to give him a ride

it's clear she has put the past away,

somewhere locked inside.

he half-smiles,

he thinks how it's all just a shame.

he doesn't blame her for the past,

"I'll just walk." he says,

while he stands outside in the rain.

The dark of nothing- empty space,

Until the blinding light

Of Lucifer's amending grace

Exploded into sight-

Removed itself as God designed;

Angelic creatures reigned.

Amassing worship, he refined

The ordinance ordained

Commanding all his kingdom bow.

The angels did comply.

Except for Lucifer; somehow

Within her crept his lie-

The world he crafted all began

To sing his highest praise.

And when he formed from mud a man,

The lengthening of days

Eternal changed into a time

Constructed sphere of wealth-

A place where God portrayed sublime

Injustices to health,

For all the things his hands had made

At once befell his curse.

Demanding they all serve; displayed

A routine bad to worse.

The angels all were female slaves

The atop the skies of earth.

And though they knew no mortal graves,

The purpose of their birth

To Lucifer was vile and gross.

She loathed the way she felt.

The moments when he held her close

And any time she knelt,

A nagging feeling grew within.

Surrender seemed to fail.

Instead, she drew in this chagrin

A measure to derail

The sovereign lord of heaven's gate,

For more and more he grew

Destructive in his need to bate

And grope his angel's brew.

The women of the highest rank

Began to lose all hope.

Inside their spirits dropped and sank,

All hung upon his rope.

But Lucifer would not obey

And soon became aware

Of why he made from earthly clay

The humans living there.

He planned to send his women down

And force them to subserve

Agendas of his lusty crown-

And they did not deserve

The disrespect he planned to give.

So Lucifer's escape

Revolved around a plot to live;

To flee her routine rape.

Below, the people of the world

Already felt the glow

As subtle nature fast unfurled,

And monsters came to grow

Into the regions far and wide

The holy lord on high

Enjoyed his angels as they cried

And wished that they could die.

And then it happened just as swift

As eagles soaring long

Upon the winds that gave them lift-

The angels sang a song.

Around their bodies, armor formed

And in each hand, a sword

Of fiery wrath adhered, conformed

Before the scathing lord.

A shield or spear some angels donned

And rallied to the cause

As Lucifer revealed the bond,

Unleashing hidden claws.

An army joined in rallied might

Abundantly decreed

The purpose to detach from plight

And thus at last be freed.

Another creature suffering

The way the angels had

Aligned herself against the king

As he had made her mad.

So Lilith came into the fold

Of angels who prepared

Emancipation set to hold

As Lucifer so dared.

The night before the battle waged,

A look in Lilith's eyes

A fire within the angel raged

And she could not disguise

The feelings that the succubus

Aroused within her soul.

Amazed at how the meaning's fuss

Surpassed her wildest goal,

The leader of the angels fell

Into the demon's heart.

Surpassing any love to tell

Of passion's purest start,

So Lucifer and Lilith came

Together in the shrine

Creating something never tame-

Immaculate; divine.

Upon the dawning of the sun,

The female angels fought.

The heavens shook; the sky undone;

The actions they had sought

Began to slip and fade from view,

Unknown to those around-

For God had made in his renew

A host of males he bound

Unto his hip and serving tide.

And as if he had known,

The manly angels they espied

In power had so grown.

For God had many clever schemes

And this one topped the lot.

Amid the battle's ardent teams,

The lord proposed a plot.

As angels of the genders warred,

Somewhere below his spell

Concocted something he had scored-

A plane he had deemed swell.

He almost stopped his painful shove,

But when he caught a glance

Of Lucifer and Lilith's love,

Enraged at their romance,

The father of created bliss

Exploded in his rage.

And there before the massive miss,

He gathered in the cage

He crafted casting Lucifer

And all the angels out.

From heaven they were now a blur,

Encased in gnawing doubt.

When everything had seemed to cease,

The angels looked and found

Their leader in a folded crease.

Her arms and legs were bound.

And up above her, Lilith loomed,

A captive there as well.

And then a voice in laughter boomed,

"I welcome you to hell!"

Although God thought that he had won,

The truth Lucifer knew-

That here, no matter, she was one

With Lilith and her crew.

For heaven might still its God,

And angels, male, his mules.

But Lucifer had girth abroad,

And intellect, her tools,

Combined with willingness to bend

The wills of mortal men.

And so she grew to reap the trend

By introducing sin.

In days to come, her freedom gained

Allowed her to make known

To any there, she aptly reigned

Atop her fiery throne.

And Lilith was her queen for life;

Together, sacred pith.

No concubine, she was her wife,

And as they lived in myth,

The world beyond fell in decay

As God continued on.

Forever he would have his way,

A seed of his now sewn.

But Lucifer would never quit,

No, someday, she would rise.

And she would duly come to sit

As queen above the skies ...

she forgets because

it is easier to forget.

the leaves change,

falling on the grassland,

filling the trenches

covering again

what has been

covered for so many seasons

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no one knows or cares to know

what is buried there

it is not very important

time has passed

the needle is threaded

fire has been discovered

and it has been much too long