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about last night…

June 17, 2018

she’s a devastating drama
with some tragedy mixed in
wrapped in such a pretty package
it could move a saint to sin

so forgive me for forgetting
to employ what sense i had
as to err is only human
and my judgment was just bad

in the moment, it was perfect
or at least that’s how it seemed
in the act of pure consumption
she was all i’d ever dreamed

but this morning she’s gone crazy
texts are blowing up my phone
and the only thing i’m craving
is some time to feel alone

cause she says she has to see me
and she needs me right away
like she can’t go on without me
like she can’t get through the day

it’s as sad as it is scary
to sense panic in her pleas
as she claims she can’t go home…
oh…look here…i have her keys

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mixology vol. 2

May 20, 2018

This tale of a “strawberry stripper” is comprised of the often obscene names awarded to alcoholic drinks.

It is the same approach I used to pen mixology vol. 1 in 2011.  That verse is available here:
https://theharmonyofrhythm.wordpress.com/2011/01/

However, this new verse is probably a bit much for the main page.

Accordingly, the actual poem is found on a separate page entitled a bit too risqué:
https://theharmonyofrhythm.wordpress.com/a-bit-too-risque/

 

wisdom crawled out

May 8, 2018

wisdom crawled out, beaten and torn
flailing about on the bedroom floor
begging for mercy, taking her life
swearing an oath to heaven’s despite

evil awoke, tearing its flesh
spitting up blood and stinking of fish
seizing itself like a ravenous beast
swallowing whole its lust and deceit

ashes to ashes, demon be gone
leave her the carcass of faith when you’re done
little is needed of meat on those bones
barely enough is more than she’s known

still, there’s a chance of the strength to go on
of making a meal from the scraps hereto thrown
drawing on something beyond all can see
rising, and thriving, through limitless pain

wisdom crawled out, beaten and torn
gathered herself in the girl on the floor
nodded to mercy, rescued her life
and swore a new oath to heaven’s delight

princess and the baby dinosaur

April 15, 2018

dinosaurs are very big
even in their baby stage
clumsy, awkward, often lost
out of place at any age

they don’t make the best of pets
costly to maintain and buy
but they’re loyal, brave, and smart
so they’re still in short supply

princess got one weeks ago
says she found it on her own
no one else had noticed it
though it made its presence known

hers, they say, is quite unique
does most anything you’d ask
but she rarely bothers it
or assigns the thing a task

she will lend it out, at times
when a friend is in true need
but only in those cases
where the dinosaur’s agreed

since she hardly uses it
some think she should set it free
no, she says, i can’t do that
he’s a baby…he needs me

no sweet sorrow

April 15, 2018

thirty years is a long friendship
and i will always remain grateful
with every breath i take today
for you who once allowed each

whatever threat you now pose
consider your sins forgiven
and let us begin this parting
with those ambitions we first shared

mine, to live a life without fear
without the threat of a ‘last’ attack
waking in a panic, gasping, crawling
reaching for the latest useless cure

yours, to reaffirm our faith in magic
in the conquering of weaknesses
illnesses, and those human frailties
which seem to grow so ever present

your cost, be it all that was warned
in its wear and tear on the body
simply too insignificant to consider
measured against the alternative

at least until fate’s intervention
unrelated, unforeseen, as she is
revealing to us, for the first time
i might be something more alone

it’s difficult, letting go, for both of us
i feel your reminder on most days
holding, squeezing, but it’s ok now
even comfortable, to sense you leave…

within this circle

March 26, 2018

a symbol, so simple, of spirit
denoting it first of domains
before earth, it’s fire, it’s water
or even the air it sustains

the elements, joined with the senses
humanity’s spark, the divine
the whole, heart and soul, mind and body
the source, bonding all, in a sign

as centuries passed, forms of worship
and artists, and thinkers, and fools
have claimed it to further their visions
to sponsor their thoughts or their rules

though some understood its true nature
too many have altered its view
inverting, projecting, and twisting
a purpose they sought to undo

a concept of faith, universal
whatever belief might be ours
there’s something, both ageless and timeless
beyond both the moon and the stars

going to hell, pt. 1

February 28, 2018

many years ago tonight
darkness as my only light
did i steal away to hell
but till now, did never tell

witness to a private game
one whose most disturbing aim
did the players, stranger still
use to toy with human will

death, the devil, and a kid
each picked names and placed a bid
marked their arrows with a seal
meant to consecrate their deal

and upon this wicked pact
each performed a sacred act
till the kid, now winged and blind
was these arrows so assigned

i might not have ever learned
what this little game concerned
but that night, he shot me through
i saw him, and he shot you

that’s the night that we first met
so not fate, but cupid’s bet
brought us love so long ago
though i never told you so

yes, i knew it was a lie
and knew how – although not why
but i wanted what it bought
with no care for what it wrought

never thinking once of you
or the pain you might go through
till tonight, a single tear
proves its price too high, too dear

and my sin, i do confess
one of seeking to possess
what is never truly owned
but, through love, is simply loaned

death, i think, you win the bet
hell, take me and my regret
save what cupid earned in part
what remains of my sad heart

how i saved valentine’s day

February 12, 2018

and so here i was with the goddess of love
having been invited – no doubt by the devil
to debate the merits of this february holiday
which venus now considered an abomination

the problem is, she said, cupid drinks too much
and valentine, he just doesn’t care anymore
he thinks it’s funny, all these mismatches
what’s done on this day is an absolute disgrace

i had to disagree, having already bought flowers
i thought a card and candy was a very nice idea
you know, a way to tell someone they’re special
without saying too much, sort of ‘break the ice’

‘break the ice’? she sneered, what a pitiful term
do you want the girl? would you not profess it?
if you like someone, if you want something
speak to your desire with passionate words!

i had to explain such behavior was improper
women are not ‘girls’ or spoken to that way
and decency, and civility, were the new order
replacing the oft abusive conduct of the past

oh dear god, i didn’t say assault the girl…
i said speak to her…and with some intention!
are you saying no one does that anymore?
no wonder cupid is drinking so heavily today

candidly, i was inclined to agree with her
but her accusatory tone so provoked me
my mind raced to humanity’s first impulse
and a surprising defense of modern mores

in the midst of it all, i found myself moved
ably illustrating the potential power of words
of that unsolicited, unwanted message
on the life, spirit, and ambitions of another

venus stood intently silent as i outlined my case
upon my conclusion, she seemed near tears
which flowed freely – as she burst into laughter
so violently, she nearly choked trying to respond

enough, she finally said, you can keep your day
but let’s be clear – your clever ‘wording’ aside
this price you set, and pay, for words themselves
it suggests the gift of language is lost on you

it is not the words – it is their ideas that matter
you prize the symbols, but miss their meaning
if i insult you for who you are, what is that?
is it not an admission i fear you may be more?

yes, i will concede some ideas are dangerous
but the danger lies in the speaker’s small mind
and in the actions of the equally small-minded
love is not small, it is infinite, and it prevails

while her speech was truly mesmerizing
the point, of course, is that i saved the day
or maybe that my original opinion was correct
or whatever you say when bested by a goddess

and goddess she was – a stunning ageless beauty
which i tried to overlook, or avoid drooling over
but now, debate completed, i was falling apart
“so…well…i…i have these flowers for you…”

introspectus universum

November 16, 2017

nothing is true till everything is
so gravity’s glue’s is now failing
leaving us all to rant at the stars
as if they were gods unavailing

possessed of the fruit, we tear at its root
by picking the bones of our brothers
willingly blind to its intertwined vine
except where it’s wrapped around others

like pitiful fools, we consecrate rules
to portion infinity’s bounty
leveling fields where everyone’s yield
would otherwise suit them quite proudly

a misguided course away from the source
of all intention and wisdom
till equal for all means equally small
reducing us all to mere victims

the cat in the hat takes a bat

September 29, 2017

i did not need your grief today
i do not need it any day
i wanted you to go away
and leave me here in peace

yet you remained, despite my plea
continuing to torture me
too ignorant or lost to see
my seething rage increase

you stupid, worthless, soulless thing
satan breeds less suffering
than your incessant yammering
still nothing made you cease

so this is what you made me do
it wasn’t what i wanted to
but warranted to silence you
as i advised police