antiquity of the river stone
laid the path for moon dog
and his fur abalone
shone deep for the morlocks
a line is formed
the lion pales
in the grove of Gemini
many monsters for the culling
a cut above
a cut to sow
find grains of sand
in time to forget
Laylat al-Qadr and first verses
ne’er do well
holds a basket of heads
taken in times of caligosus
ten for ten means nine in hand
fingers curl to leeching
trickery another way
to pay for it
single minded in form
inimical amnesia bought
cast out new yesterdays
Whom possesses the largest eraser?
and it goes like this, it’s poignant and dangerous. felt it fled(spread?) to the dark side of the moon so I called her dog back to the barn and hay had spilled out in golden treasure by a lake that has no name and we were just floating on a dream in amber and one could see the multiverse in the bottom of tear that reflected off of the lapse in judgement by our Father and he pushed me back out into
the other place
in finding it all
I found nothing
our lion is ill
and his coat is colored charcoal
this Satsuma memory
is no longer as sweet
still seeds are here
fruit has jewels if you but
plant the corpse
I was once a smith
could be once again
with willing hands
we would favor to forge new tools
in the stead of
primeval weapons
wrought to open
half-forgotten wounds
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Every human being is an enigma… most of all to ourselves
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Seems it’s a journey that can take a lifetime. Thanks for reading 🙏
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Nice…
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Thank you Amberley 🙏🖤
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You’re welcome, hunny bunny
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Diggin’ your unique style and word artistry. Rock on!
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Thanks so much!
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The abalone and charcoal of the beasts, the basketful of heads, the caligosus and the perpetual forgetting… I know what it’s like to live with too many monsters, and it could hardly be called living. Even when we’re not actively brandishing our weaponry and slaying, we become harsh under the moon defending ourselves from the night and all other ignorance. Thank you for this revelation, Dennis.
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Thanks very much Amaya. I hope I didn’t disappoint my first poets pub
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You get my mind spinning OP, as always! 🙂
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Thanks AP!
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Reblogged this on A Global Divergent Literary Collective and commented:
Olde Punk
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jampacked all the way through ❤ badass
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Thanks GG🙏🖤
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This will make you laugh but I wanted to hear Anthony Kiedis read it and rap the prose section. Loved the rhythm of this.
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That would be awesomeness, thanks C🙏🖤
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You’re dynamite
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Thank you so much my friend 🙏🖤
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Now that’s an awesome title. Love the poem.
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Thank you Henna🙏🖤
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