There is nothing
I can’t handle with
You by my side,
Giving me courage
To move forward even
When times are tough
And skies are gray.
No obstacle is too great
Or river too wide to cross
When I’m with you.
Your smile gives me strength,
I feel vital and strong,
Challenges don’t matter,
Love conquers all.
People need jobs
Responsibility
Credit card debt
Something to focus on
China took rice paddies
and made them into corporations
manufacturing electronics
Capitalism created out of rice
Countries with no hope
Need the same
Jihad is their answer
When there is nothing else to do
So to the Masters of the universe
Capitalist Gods
Think, create, design the future
One job a time
World Peace
Can be achieved
People need purpose
And big box stores
Think about it
I have…
See How It Reigns Under The Surf?
Not At A Foot’s Width To Fathoms Under Grace,
Nor To The Sweet Breeze For Morning Chariots,
ACross Such An Horizon Over Bubbleing Brew-Pots,
Beneath The Salty Bogs…Guarded By Its Rageing WhirlPools,
Its Tresses Of Kelp Draped And Trimmed,
As The Tortoise Burys Its Eggs Then NonChalantly Shimmys To Another
Year At Sea…
…
…
A Bit Of Jealousy From The Mollusk,
For The Lack Of It Being Not As Nautilus Nor As One With Tusks,
And To Be Forgotten By Both Beagle And Swine…
…
With No Beard Nor Hands To Stroke,
To Groom A Sea-Horse To Leviathan’s Yoke…!
…
…
The Ancient Ruins By Its Dominion Of Stars!
How The Old Albatross Has Lost Its Brother Olympus To Water And Wine!
From Once They Ruled Together High And Low,
But Now To Patience In A Kingdom Empty… While Others With Pearls…
…
If It Were Not For Curiousity…
…
Oh… Much It Be The Audacity Of Hecate,
Were It To Be Not The Fault Of Such A Flamingo,
Then The Ostrich Would Have Never Stuck Its Head In The Sand!
More at http://rwkt.blogspot.ca/2014/09/the-insane-clam-poseidon.html.
That’s right
All the right ingredients
For a healthy lifestyle
Of loving and romance
No corn starch or fillers
Byproducts or whey
Nutritious love forms
Carb free, Protein rich
Choose me
To round out your diet
Satisfaction is my promise
Or money back, no questions asked
The mister with his
tiny mustache,
carries his masculinity
wherever he goes.
he keeps it in one of those
drab old leather canvas
bags, along with shaving
cream and a few issues
of swimsuit magazines.
if pressed, he has no idea
what it means to be a male
in this world of ours,
but he certainly knows
the marketing.
She’s frustrated by the situation
Being a guy I want to solve the problem
But I know she just wants me to listen
And not offer suggestions
After some conversation
I ask if I’m helping
She says no
And I slink away to take a nap
Men have trouble just listening
We are hard wired to solve and move on
She suggested taking a walk
I bought us lattes, she chose the flavor
Compromise is easy
When we agree to disagree
Problem not solved
But everyone’s happy, sorta
How you glow and promise
something beneath the shell,
you the glimpse,
half-whisper, only a syllable
uttered from across space.
When the surface begins
to give way,
maybe I can be human
I was once supposed to be,
maybe my arms can be a fire,
my tiny rhymes a song,
my scent a reassuring source.
How many long nights
Have perished on the single bed
In the lonely room
Sleepless and pensive
Listening to the harsh
Beat of the rain
Unable to bear the cold
How many tears have been shed
Draining the white pillow
On the old bed
How many years have been spent
Walking alone the lonely path
Without a hand, without a shoulder
To hold and lean, and
Whisper the secrets long hidden
From the world
With greying hair and
An aching back
With clouded eyes and
Weakening limbs
I am still sitting on my doorstep
Till you come
The prince who will marry me
According to the family astrologer
I used to spend hours
In front of the gilt mirror
Watching you
Gleaming, glittering
With youth
With love
My skin!
Quite narcissistic I was back then
I engulfed in you
I indulged in you
My youthful skin!
‘Beauty is but skin deep’
Whoever told is very true…
Now you are peeling off me
You are consciously leaving me, I know
You had done your little magic
That you do to every belle
From 15 to 25
After deceiving me with your
Fraudulent promises of eternal unity
Now you are seeping my life essence by showing you complacently
Gliding out of my gate, haughty and graceful than ever!
The only ruin of the temporal idyllic days is the sagging masquerade,
Ashen white, rough and dry and
Flaked.
Flushing instead of blushing
It quite embarrasses me
When I am standing together with petite belles
Life too is shedding
Alongside you
Over are the days
Of ecstatic summer
At the door step and
On the billet-doux
Are the days of decaying Autumn
We have a certain energy
That pulsates between visits
Waiting passionately in the wings
Of our cloak and dagger romance
I envision our love
Powerfully savage yet tender as mist
Eroticism so complete
A language of lovers
Beautiful words spoken
Taking you in my arms
Reveling you in my heart
A way of seeing
Worshiping our creation
Us