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Tuesday, January 17, 2017



Our blemished lives, a love journey began,
Towering mountains rose from a raging sea,
A sorry short story evoked by time, age also ran,
Glimpsing unconscious worry, spells plaguing thee.

Chewing on bitter life, bleached bones tied with a sad bow,
Hurricanes like a temptress, roiling reckless o'er a frothy ocean,
Spewing sea water, desire rescuing drowning life from an undertow,
Barely catching our breath, all that turmoil with life's commotion.

How many lonely paths?
Contrite vixens walking a thin red line,
Down remarkable corridors, meandering dimly lit roads,
Odysseus and Penelope tending vines, sipping blood red wine.

Dotting implicit i's,
Quipping p's and q's,
Conjuring ocean tidal rise,
Studying Greek and alphabetic cues.

Sojourn in this discovered garden spot, an Eden trip,
Wondering where Sol yet rises and variably sets,
Guessing at swirls of empty, life's finial slip and sip,
Wondering if this fragrant good, be as good as goodness gets.

Resting on a lotus shore, oh lake placid!
A holy cow came to stand, rigid by my turgid side,
Watching colourful petals floating past, just as holy did,
Oh Holy Cow! Mooing at mool clouds on this sacred ride!

View my wretched soul, while Sol rounds the curving bend,
Bleeding red rhymes as dogma barks from down a tarry lane,
What happiness comes, or plight?  What wrath does flagrant send?
Are we warriors? Is love just honour fatally shorn by this whirling vane?

So many weary souls wearing tattered shoes, plagued by worn out soles,
Venerable forests towering tall, rising in a final conflagration trees forever fall,
Occult life betting on a horse that surely founders, lost races through risky shoals,
Odyssey reflects the moon and stars while orbiting planets croon and call.

Oh blame! Cinderella's glass slipper lost, via this guiltless ball,
Why tremble on the palace steps before a tempest mar the day?
Prior to cherishing, when I finally stumble on some littered mall,
Daring I step aside insulting life, varied in a trepidatious unruly way.

Somewhere in this quiet volition, passing by timeless lies,
Vies a golden horn blown by angels, trumpeting red letter days,
By the wayside scorn stares then beckons, though safe passage tries,
Fragrant life doles out sense and innocence, searching for perfect ways.

Flagrant rife, rifling assailable life along bullet proof alleys,
Finally that place where repentant angels come to repose and rest,
So the hungry sea consumes the fallen moon, while heaven's allies rally,
Tallying incremental forward, beyond all that bloodied torment tests.

Simone and Edouard finally together, embraced by a steamy power,
Lovers deserving happiness now, in our dreams we surely know,
Relishing conclusive intercourse, garnished by that passionate shower,
Naked under a torrid sun, endearment reveling in that well earned steamy glow.

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