Rise Up From The Cracks In The Clay
Out here in this heaven place
where the trees toss ’round
from a foreign gust...
a hand latches onto another hand
All the world’s worries
burnt down to dust...
What let loose the dogs
in the arctic plateau
of soul...
brings them home
to the heel
on conscious patrol...
These thoughts
once like
porridge...
shriveled in elevated
heights and
shot out from storage...
pegged to the board
like darts for sport,
all of life’s foils...
on display like
gold ribbons and
spoils...
The sun sets by a fiery daze
as night lowers
its lashes...
and begs encore
in the morning
for a crescendo of matches...
Dew kindles our
dug-outs,
New concepts abound
where the orchids yawn open
is where all love
is found.
©
9/5/19
Mavia &
Bunny Villaire
Night Terrors
Here they come...
...Night terrors,
tripping the wires
of conscious connectivity
which keep us aware
of our fate...
...Comforts too late
to subdue what will
spring...
Unseen needles drip
venom, plunging into
our plate
which is topped
with a silver hat,
and directed by the
Maître d’ to be
swiftly delivered
without any error
to our sleeping forms
waiting
in a hotel of habit...
Here they come...
Night after night,
they bite at our mind
like a cheese-cloth that’s
ripped
’til there’s barely a sign
of what once was before
this well built wall of stone
had been toppled, and crashed...
...we’ve been rudely dethroned
from our kingdom of sleep...
Here they come, one and all!...
Nightly terrors with bite!...
...causing mountains to fall.
©
9/4/19
Bunny Villaire
Heal Piggie ’fore she cracks!
Hyper as a habit,
Piggie was scouring the streets
late at night,
sniffing up the crevices and cracks
of the t.v. sets of neighbors,
and the tacks left out for bare feet...
...What was she seeking,
and why did she have such trouble
relaxing her rubber muscles
of the double-stitched brain stems?...
Stranger to the mirror!...
...lost and strung out on the flickering neon
that like a spear
pierces her in the wrong direction...
...chasing the white rabbit
of a crude inception
that would mark a darkened day
for all mankind.
Don’t let her go that way!...
Don’t let her do that thing!...
...but your eyes are sealed with the jellies,
and spoiled preserves that you've consumed...
...can’t you see beyond your selfish swill,
and strained nerves prodded from
sucking on the sweet teet of curdled milk?...
Why must it always be you or them,
or they or us?...
The jail bars crash upon your thrusting
erect lust which has no real restraint
except it’s limited escape route...
...down and out, Piggie's really packing!...
she's bound to crack before the blood-red sun peeks...
...Maybe you can feed her lack,
if you can see beyond
the pack-rat pecking order
that develops with each seeping hour that crawls.
©
9/4/19
Bunny Villaire
(Edit #2)
Crying Again
Crying again, translucent tears
Streaming down scarlet flushed cheeks
Eyes bulging, ringed in ruddy red
Midnight hair, tousled and ragged
Quivering voice, quiet with pain
Clear evidence of what has occurred
Once again, just another night
Of broken hopes, shattered dreams
Yet another night
Of uncomfortable silence
Enigma.
The young timekeeper stared at the object before him. He moved his hand toward the device, then something hit his hand.
Young timekeeper: ‘‘Ow!’’
‘‘What do you thing you’re doing lad?’’
Young timekeeper: (chuckles nervously) ‘‘Who me?’’
‘‘Yes, you. There’s no other young person in the room kid.’’
Young timekeeper: ‘‘Well, I~ er— just getting ready to figure out what this- um..’’
The kid points to the ticking device.
‘‘That my curious lad is the Truselao.’’
Young timekeeper: ‘‘What does it do?’’
The elderly timekeeper looked at the kid and smiled. The questions never stopped with this one, it was one right after the other.
‘‘Come join the rest of the group. We are getting ready to watch the comets play against the novaes.’’
The look on the kid’s face said it all. The young timekeeper was excited to see his favorite teams play a round of hye on the dunes.
He wondered if there would be any surprise on the field. Sometimes a creature would bust from a side of a dune & the game still had to keep going.
They walked over to a doorway that had a surge of varying energy that shifted from a peachy tone to indigo in nanoseconds. It only took them a few seconds to arrive from one side of the timekeeper’s vault to be transported to the desert of Gaetu.
#Enigma.
A Darkness Within
A darkness within - murky, deep,
All consuming, a puddle of sludge
Festering in the soul
Slowly, it expands, filling
Every pore, all the nooks and crannies
Flesh tainted from the sin inside,
Marked with insanity, broiling
In the mind
Everything a mess,
Disintegrating into nothing
A darkness within - conquering all
Slave
Let me tell you something about abuse
It will happen when you’ll have no clue.
It can dim your vision in broad daylight,
Deafening your senses in a loud party night.
Abuse will come in different forms,
dirty touches, some banging thoughts.
You won’t speak out what happened to you,
not unless you realize it was so true.
You were telling yourself that it’s not happening,
though it never ceased and was certainly maddening.
I know it happened to all of us.
some day, some time, we felt disgust.
Taking million showers just wouldn’t help,
It ain’t easy to forget what you just felt.
I wish I was brave so I could take them in a cave,
burn them in their graves and say, “I’m not your slave.”
By: Adin
18-8-19
Mi familia
Creator - Just
Mother - Life
Family - Love
Friends ( I don't have many ) - Second family, Laughter
Pet ( Cat ) - Soothing, Calming
Teachers - Respect till Death
Crush - Tempting sometimes
People who are not my family still I'm attached to them - I care for you too
My younger self - I miss you a lot.