Share My Wings
Come ride the intestine to love tonight...
Commit to the dubious train!...
Come slip 'til by night you are
Hung by the gallows...
When you hear a loud snap,
And your heads in your lap
You will comprehend prices, and measure
Your vices,
But first let the phantoms,
And brutes you've denied
Slide down through your chimney...
All the notions you've spied
From a side glance,
And wondered underneath a long veil
If you felt a slight trembling
While the storm winds assailed
Your well made constructions
Of glass, and fit frame...
Come ride the intestine to love as you please...
There are trials to vet,
And dimensions to seize...
While the world goes to Hell
In a tumult of guile
Led by talking head tantrums, and decrepit bile
From the mouthpiece of lackeys who lead us astray
With political motives that diffuse
Day by day
Depending on what is the newest blind fad...
Come flee from the foray
Before you've been had!...
Come ride the intestine to love tonight...
Commit to the dubious train!...
Make mincemeat of motive,
And sweep your wet tongue!...
Jump out of the forecast
Before tales are spun!...
They can't pin you down if you duck from
Their brace!...
Come slide out of focus!...
Nosedive and give chase!...
9/2/24
Bunny Villaire
impediment
she tried writing poetry on paper
but with each catch hold push slide of graphite
the creamy white pages
tore
scored with ripped runways of spinal cords
filaments stretching like sinew
quiet paper death
and the dust of grey pencil breath
mixed with it, ash in snow
the fire that burnt down her castle
the words that flap in her lungs like a cough but
won't come out
paper wings like moths, coated
in graphite dust
forever clustering
as her pages turned to sand, slipping
through time's hourglass
never to be filled with the cloud-headed
stumbling footprints
wobbly knees
dazed wanderings of a writer
pulled and stretched but released
sent into flight
a flock of pencil-marked birds
YOU
YOU
You're the true reflection of perfection even in a broken mirror,
Your heart is still the true definition of love even after going through all of life's horror,
You deserve better than where situations have placed you all along,
And even in the dirt, you remained a diamond,
You're that sweet tingling feeling of pleasure when I'm happy,
You give me ecstasy when I think of your beautiful smile in my head,
You're royalty You're more valuable than gold & silver, you're precious,
Life is your golden crown, and the whole world is yours, soar higher and as you gradually burgeon,
You're dauntless and potent. You are the strongest person I know in life,
Your kind is rare. You're special Your existence beautifies the whole of Mankind,
You are an altruist, every single day you try your best to make this world a better place for everyone,
Your destination in the future will be greatness, and you will be responsible for putting happiness in the faces of everyone,
You'll be the best in everything you involve yourself in,
And even if things aren't clairvoyant right now, trust me tomorrow will be better than anything today will bring,
I believe in your dreams and reverie. I have faith in the person you're going to be,
I will never turn my back on you. I pray we grow old together in peace,
I'm not ashamed to tell everyone I love you more anyone has ever loved you before,
And if they ask who you are, I'll tell them you are the person I see each time I look at a mirror.
What Could Have Been...
It's like she was willing him
into life
with her magic,
and effortless smile
that came easy
as her swinging legs
that were wet with
perspiration,
and opening,
and closing lazily
with the arousing image
of her soft patina prize
resting, buried in the depths
of his hazily enclosed mind...
She was locked in a rhythm
of where and when
her darkness down below
would make it's grand appearance,
throwing shadows on the
olive colored terrain of her bare legs,
whenever her red dress of Mayan patterns
flew open,
while her face,
cradled by her black hair;
which was trussed up in a knot;
was turned away to the side,
as if she hadn't planned it all
to happen in this way...
...But whatever the intention,
Floyd was caught up in her act...
He'd started sweeping peanuts on the carpet,
until he fell victim to her sights...
...Now he's not sure where
his time's gone...
...or if he's been here
the whole night...
There's a wind coming in, sweeping,
and hiking Maria's dress
even further up than before...
...She's finally pointed her spotlight
on him now
with a unchecked look of longing...
He drops the broom, runs
to her shore...
She is calling for him to kiss her
on her hips,
and between her thighs...
He falls upon her,
with wild eyes, and busy hands!...
...Floyd is like a guided missile
as he draws his pulsing member
from the zippered door
of his pants fly...
Maria takes him in one hand;
(soft as a
butterflies wing)
she pumps him ferociously,
as they mash lips, and share an
empty bar stool...
...As day drunks enter in awe,
they continue to see no one,
as she takes his heat in her mouth,
swallowing, and inhaling
all of him
with a slurping gulp
that makes him cry out
in manic ecstasy...
*
He'll remember her name
'Maria',
though he's not sure if she's real,
or half-imagined
from his longing,
as he walks home alone
in the ruins of the night,
wondering what it would be like
it he had been brave enough
to ask her on a date...
...Aye, but it is his fate
to be a shy, and rather bookish dolt...
The night folds down
around his ears,
as he hunkers in for a night
of light beer, and heavy dreaming.
©
5/29/20
Bunny Villaire
Red is the Only Color
“Red is the only color.”
I tap the Red against my palm.
Twist Red
Brush Red in long, careful strokes
I am not an artist —
the Red goes places it should not.
I scold the Red away.
My canvas shivers
and I wrap her so only the Red
peeks through.
Ten beautiful shining Reds
on a translucent canvas.
Soon the Reds too will be covered.
Soon the canvas will burn to ash.
The art was never in the canvas.
red is only a color.
my opinion
Someone who challenges another person and says participate if you are stupid is stupid.
That’s a statement and a possible opinion.
So why are people in this world stupid, crazy, or insane?
It honestly depends on what is stupid, crazy or insane in your point of view.
From someone’s point of view, for example, someone who challenges another person and says ‘participate if you are stupid’ is stupid.
However, to another, they may not think so, and thus, create such a challenge, which another might say is stupid.
It is all a matter of opinion.
Anyways, I think its high time I addressed this issue at hand.
What is ‘stupid’, ‘crazy’ or ‘insane’?
stupid=having or showing a great lack of intelligence or common sense.
crazy=mad, especially as manifested in wild or aggressive behaviour
insane=in a state of mind which prevents normal perception, behaviour, or social interaction; seriously mentally ill.
You cannot blame anyone for their lack of intelligence. Really.
Some people might go crazy, or to more eloquently put it, mentally deranged, because of something that happened in their lives-like a death of a loved one, or something that impacted them very much. There’s always a reason for everything. Including people going ‘crazy’.
If someone says those people are crazy and laugh at them, or write something about it in a very joking manner, well, I’ll say they are stupid. Firstly due to their immaturity, no matter how old they may be, their lack of intelligence to interpret the situation, and lastly, their level of conscience and compassion. Or lack thereof.
Who are we to judge another human to be ‘stupid’, ‘crazy’ or ‘insane’?
Sure, if you are a psychologist or a specialist, there’s an exception, for you are giving a diagnosis medically speaking. But as a human to another human, on the same level, what or who gives you the right to call another fellow human being like yourself ‘stupid’, ‘crazy’ or ‘insane’?
What makes anyone think, that they are on a higher level than them?
Lastly, I would like to mention that in my opinion, a sick guy who harasses a teenage girl online, making her feel uncomfortable and makes inappropriate content is ‘sickly crazy’ and ‘grotesquely insane’.
Not stupid, I never doubted, (now that’s a lie) the IQ of someone like that.
I wouldn’t say it’s ‘stupid’ but I would describe it as ‘sick’, ‘revolting’ and ‘absolutely disgusting’.
This is purely my opinion, as I have seen it happen before happening. So what, may I ask, is your opinion on the above statement?
Slap of the Hand
What if...
it’s memories
that fool around,
making you up
as you go
out into the crowd
...the face of a clown
mirrored in the
back of the mind...
Is it some migraine
or your heart
that pounds
like a fist...!
Asking if you haven’t
yet got the gist?
Vague allusions of
being some sort
of stupid ----
But that’s not it!
You were
the skipper
prowling after
happiness...
and blew it off
with a puffered kiss!
Do you remember this?
the curly hair
and pony tail
the sense of envy
in the market square...
Guilt has you licked
with its tides
snuffing out
the stars
in the iris
of your abyss...
You will always
ponder the sting
of your
misplaced wish...
and delve
haplessly
after it...
06.28.20
Drowning in emotions challenge @LiannaC