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Scott Clark, 1 april 2022
Benjamin
Lit’l child, were ya ben
O’er the Sun or with yar kin.
O’ May’e with yar friends jamin.
Scott Clark, 1 april 2022
Colden'd Touch
Colden’d touch, eyes a stare
Loved one’s gone, tis unfair. Unfair. Unfair.
Mine arms could not reach in that darkened lair.
It has her there. Her there. Her there.
I pray my kisses softened that dreadful pang.
May this n’er happen again. Again. Again.
Scott Clark, 1 april 2022
I See You Afar
At times I see you afar, in mind’s eye,
Calling this heart and affording a sigh.
A bit o’ pause, a bit o’ rush.
Listen girl, the silence…now hush.
Ah, that my tears had wings!
And my grief be heavenward
My soul bluely sings
A price none could afford.
Tears are never bought nor sold
Yet they are sweet, precious and never grow old.
Scott Clark, 1 april 2022
The Bloom
In the morning air you can smell them bloom,
Those bless’t sweet Roses,
Beyond a bitter room.
Could tear- filled eyes can ever sway
Those lovely things on a lonely day?
Scott Clark, 1 april 2022
Constant Blue
Breathe o’er here, oh, Constant Blue and let those lips be fair!
Blow yer fife fine, tickle this ear, and let yer nothing be new!
Ida, find that blowing sucker and give ‘em less than full
Whilst I dance me merry twiddle feet round and round ‘da stool.
Scott Clark, 6 january 2017
“Login as Entra”
Meandering in this timeless age
Soft spoken sage.
Each day – a page
Never read
Forgotten
Written- none the less.
Wandering through Cronus ‘ realm
Lying discreet under Ouranos Elm.
In wit – dull yet overwhelmed
Enough said
Trodden.
Some thoughts I cannot express
and others suppress
Avoiding bigoted confronts – they impress
They - Narcissists
Me – Anarchist
Nether – Antichrist
Sign in / sign out
Scott Clark, 7 june 2015
Shramana Karma
Fuddled feet on moldy banana,
found it be Shramana Karma.
Oh Fate, my blessed, then took me under,
Behemoth blunder, - legs asunder.
Body met ground we made wild wonder.
Oh, the thundah!
This Shramana Karma!
Scott Clark, 25 may 2015
At Times I See You
At times I see you afar, in mind’s eye,
Calling this heart and affording a sigh.
A bit o’ pause, a bit o’ rush.
Listen girl, the silence…now hush.
Ah, that my tears had wings!
And my grief be heavenward
My soul bluely sings
A price none could afford.
Tears are never bought nor sold
Yet they are sweet, precious and never grow old.
Scott Clark, 9 june 2014
“Stirred Grit”
Mean as stirred grit,
reach in
and pick none of it,
Load bullets,
Frick it.
Its just grit.
Don't need this... shit!
Or that... to wit,
just my bullets,
Power slivers,
make ya shiver,
and dem quiver.
They will deliver
Believe me,
you'll see....
Pea!
…...................BANG!!!!
Scott Clark, 9 june 2014
Dreary Days
The dreary days of yesterday have gone about the morrow,
while we dwell in this fine day lets forget about our sorrow.
Scott Clark, 3 october 2013
Golem Land
A golem land of misty dreams.
Solemn and
what it seems.
Abondoned, lonely, possessed with fear
Listen well, hear it whisper "Come near , Come near."
Walk more careful, step more slow.
Avoid to find what demons know.
What lyes between death and dread
What lyes beyond, behind, ahead.
Who will comfort
all have gone
Just you inside this land alone.
Something scatters in the darkness
fast
Someone screams "Alone at last!"
Someone moans, cries, then yells
"Take me away!
Wicked spells!"
An ugly beast moves down the trail,
Your body is frozen, weak and frail.
Eyes of blood
teeth sharp and wet.
His claws reach out
His victim set.
You die again
a gruesome plight.
You awake and find a moonlit night.
Look around
this you find.
Grab your head
you loose your mind,
'A golem land of misty dreams
solemn and what it seems............"
Scott Clark, 3 october 2013
Albatrose
Come, Albatrose
and see my plight.
Ships are safe by ocean's tide
Let lifes' wings lift me out
up on thy glorious side.
Alas, still thou dost sail
amidst thy freedom and seest not my fall.
Thy wings are spread
Thy beauty assails
but how thy faith is small.
Vulturous belly
but beauteous fair
thou maiden of the sea
You fail not in thine own appitites
but in vain thou
comfortest me.
Scott Clark, 3 october 2013
Constant Blue
Breathe o’er here, oh, Constant Blue. And let those lips be fair!
Blow yer fife fine, tickle this ear, and let yer nothing be new!
Ida, find that blowing sucker and give ‘em less than full
Whilst I dance me merry twiddle feet round and round ‘da stool.
Scott Clark, 17 november 2012
Temple Poetic
With dread abounding thus assemble the heirs
With all glee came the humbled Jealous.
Mixing their joy with fear they worshiped
The jealous god of whom they loved yet shrouded.
“Come to the Temple” was their cry of despair
“Come to the Temple of our god”
“Come and join his elite” they exclaimed,
“Come lest on you he trod!”
To take away guilt they provided the blame
Commanding to love but only those whom they name.
And what will bring glory and what will bring shame
And how the weak minded hoard there, playing their game.
Wiley words they spring up to the heavens as if god was impressed.
Yet in the lone closet of prayer they detest.
And focus on those who entertain best.
Ah, the Temple,
Poetic
Scott Clark, 5 october 2012
A Pretense of Love
Pretending somebody loves me,
Holding them tight, they quiver.
Kissing them softly they turn away
Touching them the shiver.
Scott Clark, 12 june 2012
Of Wanton
Of wanton passion
to have but not possess
to hold but not caress
to tell but not confess.
Like gifts not gotten
or hopes forgotten
or even like the love you've got in.
It was there but lost then.
of wanton
passion!!
Scott Clark, 12 june 2012
Firebrands
The firebrands
piercing flesh and mind
creates the scars of hideous kind.
Ugly sores you hide beneath
wishing to others you could bequeath.
From archers waiting in quiet sites
they pull and shoot from awesome heights.
It seems the places they have wounded more men
are the spots where goodness and joy are gotten.
Who shoots these brands that hurt so many?
God, devil? Reveal, let us see.
Who ever it is please let me be.
Scott Clark, 12 june 2012
Bractor
"He trained his mind when young, at ease
and found his love his thoughts to please
deared himself to truth and fact.
Did nothing less but perfect, exact.
And discovered his world alone, to rule.
Soon he will conqueor the world of the fool."
Tilt the till
'til
ye thrall and we thrill.
-The Thoughts of Bractor
Scott Clark, 10 june 2012
Ode to my Daughter
There is a hole in my heart where the rain pours in-
Neither God nor man can seal.
The gap was there since you were gone
And only you can fill.
Your Daddy
Scott Clark, 27 march 2012
"Mighty Mite"
From Heaven we wrest the
most difficult subjects,
and grasp between little and
thumb.
Thinking God were as man,
and that neither one were
dumb.
And out of consideration we
extol the highest,
but have minded all that
view,
It is true that God is
number One,
but is man number two?
Surely he has forgotten how
far behind
that in his being does God
surpass,
The human is not as angel or
diety,
but more of the intellect of
ape or jackass.
With what then do we measure
the eternal,
Oh bug inside the whale,
For whatever rule you do
apply,
of shortness you will fail.
Little mite as you crawl the
floor
be mindful of whose dwelling
you trespass.
And maybe if you travel
there softly,
God might just leave you
pass.
Scott Clark, 27 march 2012
"I Close My Eyes"
I close my eyes to this awful place,
and enter a world so free.
I close my eyes and then I go
to a place where I can be me.
I close my eyes and become the man,
who I always wanted to be,
I close my eyes-
no fret nor pain,
observing what I never could see.
Scott Clark, 27 march 2012
"Dream 'Cause"
Dream of yonder netherworld
touch it lest ye fear.
Dwell in places never real
forget what sheds the tear.
'Cause many nights are lonely, dark
and no one cares your there.
And having no angels o'er you
you will never know what nor where.
Dream of yesterdays sealed book
to see what tomorrow is made of.
Think of how your life has been
and how you could have showed love.
'Cause what is past will come again
the times of goodness and sorrow.
What has happened will always be
but you can always change tomorrow.
Scott Clark, 25 march 2012
The Indigenous Capsicum or Loathsome Meditations
Presis:
Ah frightens to I nuwe you nore,
Whit Sun nor erth could shore.
My glee did gloat to wiff da snit
dat run to view no moor.
Cammire ya wit an’ tell da lore
Let’s teez dat plutos’ shore
‘n view dat lit dat squince me eyes
‘n minds me of erths poor.
Quite Jon ‘n Jill ya nasty nits
Lend yar ear ‘n ear dis tail.
Its lore to learn to pin yar wits
‘n sharpen ya ponny dale.
Tale:
Fangs of Jans-berg stint no more pain den dat of dis jewl.
Lo it comes ner breath o latter noon, preathing creat ‘n wetted lips
Drewlin pangs ‘n pung. What snew! What dung! Crelling lo , …..da
PrangerStint.
Shewww, shusssshh, hush yar yap, ner dart nor yip yer tong. PrangerStint
das ears awl. Spys awl. Snits awl.
Sense:
Spit and Spin when yar anger steams,
-keep yar pot a boilin.
Though God and Michael defend ya dear,
still nuttin’ will stop yar toilin’.
Da Johnny feast ‘n swells his pot
‘n makes his dear the dearer.
Wilest Jimmy spies ‘n wishes hope
‘n prays his joy was nearer.
Scott Clark, 25 march 2012
Below the Trees
Below the trees the forest weeps
on dank cold moldy ground.
But wormy roots still drink the soot
And rejoice how life is found.
Scott Clark, 29 february 2012
The Bloom
In the morning air you can smell them bloom,
Those bless’t sweet Roses,
Beyond a bitter room.
Could tear- filled eyes ever sway
Those lovely things on a lonely day?
Scott Clark, 23 december 2011
"Come Comfort"
A farce set night
dwindling twilight
how the light has escaped our eyes.
Our fears draw near
inside the whisper
"they're here, they're here"
But we find only ourselves to despise.
Now midnight creeps over
and silent songs haunt her,
for what could, should but not have been
lying, growing old
Nothing to hold
In this lonely bedroom scene.
"Come, Comfort"
the cry
low
the sigh
As we close
our lives
to the real.
"Come, Comfort"
Again
our dreamworld of sin
it is then we become as we feel.
Scott Clark, 23 december 2011
"DEATH"
Sense
the darkness
of
twilights' loom,
weaving
your fate
filling
each room
with
visions fainting
and
reapers gloom.
Oh, hear the drum
TA-Toom TA-Toom
Silently fading
TA-Toom
TA-Toom.
Close
your eyes
in
peaceful disguise
a
following fool
pretending
your wise.
The
spirit that has fallen
will
never arise
Hear the blowing
SA-Zee SA-Zies
Silently fading
SA-Zee A-Zies
The
world is gone
hear
another's rhyme
leaving
this life
is no
ones crime,
The
voices call
The
bells do chime
Oh, hear them call,
Your
Time, Your Time,
Silently fading,
Your
Time, Is Time.
Scott Clark, 23 december 2011
"Crimson Vase"
"Crimson Vase
your primrose fades,
there is dust upon the shelving.
The spider climbs
along your side,
and who knows just why he is delving."
The friends, indeed, for lonely flowers
are only but a few,
'cause no one cares for a crimson vase,
though beauty lies in you.
"Time has wrought no harm or shame
upon your reddish tone,
but what has made your glory shine
was forgotten,
left alone."
"Crimson vase
I knew you well,
you were brought here with caress.
They made you shine
'cause your flowers gave hope
to the soul so lost in sadness."
"But the friends you have for those lonely
flowers
are now only but a few.
Oh, Crimson Vase
what unfair fate
that now no one cares for you!"
Scott Clark, 19 december 2011
"The Dance"
When oft afar I look
O'er the midnight sea
appearing there is seething mist
but in my mind I see.
Demons dancing on Twilights shore
with God peering down below.
Mankind amazed at the amourous wonder
yearning to join the show.
Laughing,
leaping,
praising love
in elegant synchronous motions
of what could resist this powerful scene
leaving lusty notions.
All lost souls who join the dance are taken aside and freed
leaving behind selfish pride, forsaking guilt and greed.
But those who scorn the joy and love
are bound by their hate within
For God only cared for those who ventured
and went to conqueor their sin.
Latest comments:
4 may 2024
Weronika
Boli bo rektoskop to nie gadżet analny, więc
4 may 2024
Jutro jest niewyrażalne i nie do odgadnięcia.
3 may 2024
violetta
Drzewka do jedzenia:)
1 may 2024
Tak;)
1 may 2024
kb
złotej*
1 may 2024
kontoler żłotej poświaty
1 may 2024
samo życie, każdy swoje brudy ma, lepsze czy
1 may 2024
romantyczny to romantyczny, prawdziwy taki
1 may 2024
ten ketchup to fakt, trzeba przypilnować przy
1 may 2024
interesujący przekaz, jak dla mnie o własnej
1 may 2024
ucieczka z przewidzianym powrotem to też stabilizacja...
29 april 2024
Nie jest niczym podyktowany:)
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