Glenn McCrary, 4 września 2012
Acquiring the libel of critics
Internally at times I bleat
And snarl, brow furrowed
Like an actress when filming a major motion porno
“Originality bid us farewell” screams my advanced intellect
Nothing more than a social outcast who lacks a catalyst
(though thankfully the universe is an object of open ended philosophy)
The voices of such a generation fail to carry notes
Beyond the octave range
Only Canis lupus familiaris feces, in its rejuvenated appearance,
Delivers abstract imagery
What was once honorable has dissolved into media sewage
Virginal darlings now dissolved into marionettes
Shall my poems alienate the public
They shall at least demonstrate bravery
Glenn McCrary, 5 września 2012
A contortionist achieves climax
Her clitoris saluting her lips
From within an envelope of pleasure
Causing local beatitude
Though one may query such enthusiasm
Her clitoris cooing mollifying concert
Waltzing against the hips of autumn temptation
That she was vibrant
Or that she was barren
Or that in artistry
This plausible microsecond
The happening of dawn quite imminent
And a canary perched upon a fence
Lavish us with falsettos
Each and every organism throughout the universe
Itself just below its conception
And love equalizes the balance
Glenn McCrary, 13 lipca 2012
This young fawn
Who saunters along the town
Soliciting her slender compassion
Month in, year round
Has known tall, dew doused forests
And the moon has made
Her skin quite fair
Glenn McCrary, 20 lipca 2012
The florid footprints of hussies
seeped upon the black rug.
The florid heart of a saint crippled at the
fallow door.
The laughter of a sober count guised the howl
Of a callous whore.
count,
Composed a strangely shaped finger,
count your curses, ---
And Death was the raincoat I wore.
Glenn McCrary, 13 lipca 2012
I’ve befriended lovers:
I’ve befriended lovers daft as harlots cleaved
like the glass in extrinsic films.
My sagacity has matured like adult freesia.
I had been saturated within tasteful ages.
I built fences near the trestles of disbelief.
I sought to sip of the finer fountains.
Yonder echoes throughout Canada I had heard
Touring along the avenues of Abbotsford
Nature testifying betwixt an epicurean draught
I’ve befriended lovers:
Daft, apathetic lovers.
My sagacity has matured like adult freesia
Glenn McCrary, 20 lipca 2012
Oh, Spanish maroon!
Oh, lucky ladies of the valley!
In a Memphis tavern
Three short-necked entertainers astound.
A dancing vixen who’s eyes are daring
Ascends a skirt of silken bearing.
Oh, singing maroon!
Oh, lucky ladies of the valley!
Were Amy’s eyes
Of the first castle
Just a tad too daring?
Was Pocahontas flamboyant?
In a corset of ivy green?
Oh lucky clover
Oh, lucky maroon!
Oh, Spanish ladies of the valley!
In a revolving tavern
Three short-necked entertainers astound.
Glenn McCrary, 10 lipca 2012
Dearly beloved why ever
Are you so passionate to seek?
an avenue of fraudulent dalliance
When a plethora of amour
Screams before you
Forsaking me to ponder
When the page shall revolve
Glenn McCrary, 10 lipca 2012
And these memories
in which my arteries are doused
Though they spaked
in dexterous tones of carnage
seeking foreign sanctuaries
beyond the hallowed elation I propose
Yet half-wittedly she saunters
into baneful gambit
Glenn McCrary, 9 września 2012
Dirt is what she does.
She injects and she ingests and she retreats.
She sears and she is branding the boulevards.
We’ll reap what we never desired.
Glenn McCrary, 19 września 2012
Treading along the avenues of iniquity
The downbeat of mollifying choruses alleviate my ears
Ambivalent logic scours my cerebellum
A frown composed of disdain surfaces
Whilst I seek a hero amongst such strange clouds
I covet to taste of the superlative pleasures ‘tis Mother Earth
Though I am left to contemplate when next my happenings
Glenn McCrary, 7 lipca 2012
Awaiting a light
To guide us down the path
that composed our eternity
For no woman I have swayed
In quite the fashion as I for you
For no woman could I have swooned
as I swiftly as I for you
and if ever there was a chance
to seize the pendulum
‘tis your constant amour
Then the risk would equalize
The value you illustrate
Glenn McCrary, 30 czerwca 2012
Rare was the vibe
To which we waltzed
And like plastic pillows
We fondled each others features
Petting each others’ egos
In a wistful manner
No texture of skin
Had ever tasted better
Glenn McCrary, 7 września 2012
Is the occultist aware she’s daring,
That she carries the shadiest orifice?
No.
She just defecates and scars remain.
Akin to the likes of an unmarketable comedian:
passion on one side, narcissism on the other.
‘Twas unforeseen.
Enemies working together,
Exchanging callous banknotes.
No one had foreseen this.
Eventually, she’ll cripple
from depositing and withdrawing.
But no one knows.
No one can ever know.
Glenn McCrary, 14 czerwca 2012
White fences groan
In fuchsia fingered sighs
Passion sprinting
Along aging sands
Whilst from diamond straightjackets
Black snow descends
To a fine, orange death
Glenn McCrary, 26 marca 2012
Waterfalls precipitate upon cinnamon film
Meshing with legions of tales
Forth sways a vibe only I can feel
Waterfalls precipitate upon cinnamon film
As to the mountains I flee to heal
A sign I was unwell
Waterfalls precipitate upon cinnamon film
Meshing with legions of tales
Glenn McCrary, 26 marca 2012
She chants saccharine words
Calamity dissolves into ruins
The sweetest words I’d ever heard
She chants saccharine words
All focus swerved
A conquest worth pursuing
She chants saccharine words
Calamity dissolves into ruins
Glenn McCrary, 13 marca 2012
Hybrid eyes
Void of faces to dance with
Lie soundless
As their brothers sweep in
Glenn McCrary, 2 marca 2012
Every being that lapses before you
Is but a mere fluorescence
Illuminating your flaws
Elementary constellations
A façade of what you’ve become
Every strand of organic texture
Ejecting slivers of your identity
Every surface, every footprint
Annexed imagery
They are all reincarnations
Of past, present, and future mistakes
We are all scientists and teachers
Creators and explorers
Living within equations
Striving endlessly for solutions
When the solution lies before us
Viva La Imagism!
Glenn McCrary, 7 lutego 2012
Imagery
so vivid and clear
hum patterns of melodies
across the universe
fanning wildfires of euphoria
Whilst swallowing the anguish
from confounded pupils
waking in a linear paradise
Glenn McCrary, 1 marca 2012
Pictographs concoct
Quaint flavors
An appetite blooms
Ginger locks descend
Passion skates
A micro death sparks
Pixels synthesize
Collections
Of synchronized whines
Lips laced with temptation
Eyes descending sunsets
Elements of resolution
Glenn McCrary, 15 lutego 2012
Celebration breaks
a waterfall descends
dewdrops of mirth
twine to form
theatrical strands
diffusing mélanges
of paradise
‘twas a triumphant day
to have reigned
Glenn McCrary, 1 marca 2012
Artistry seeps ripe
Bearing pine
An opiate gem
A seasoned refrain
Sound evolves
E-sugar delight
Quite a lovely flare
A scarce gift
7th world pixels
Mementos I chase
Span a void
Download
Glenn McCrary, 1 marca 2012
A golden white sunset
Serenades the canyons
With tasteful symphonies
Crescendos of passion cry
Elevated euphoria
Oblivious be despair
Sharp, yearning hunger
Bellows creamy reveries
Roaring taunting thrills
This tigress teases in spirals
Trickles of sweat lavish us
Rhapsodies deplete us
Eyes glisten odes of desire
Her aroma illuminates the bed
Neon vortex
Glenn McCrary, 12 lutego 2012
Damp energy descends
from skyline prophecies
an irresistible souvenir
laced with infatuation
the gentle, yellow moans
the way they mirror
streetlights and flies
the friction of blue moons
Glenn McCrary, 12 lutego 2012
The taste of tangerines
coloring open draught
a delectable, yet sensual
snatch of beauty
running in the deep,
chasing timeless renditions
of nature's parade
Glenn McCrary, 15 lutego 2012
Animus
a truculent épée.
sharp was the sound
of each tear drop
the taste of yesterday
descending;
Glenn McCrary, 3 lutego 2012
A riverbank of memories
saturates cultured minds
such succulent visuals
of precipitation
so moist, so pleasant
spines shiver in longing
howls ascend
veneration
Glenn McCrary, 20 października 2012
‘Twas a rather sodden evening
When the congregation had begun departing
Pending an austere twister
I know not if it was deliberately
though for some reason the bright red hue
That comprises your vehicle ensnared my eyes
it was in that moment when your lovely smile
Rose to prominence in the
Gradually diluting presence of the rain
Chuckles sprang forth in merriment
Glenn McCrary, 29 kwietnia 2012
Within a fecundity of fatuity
Squandered were all endeavors
Fazed I eluded
Unequivocal passion was sought
Yet still squandered were all endeavors
Candid without knowledge
Lacerated and forsaken
Forlorn I languished
Betwixt the vacuous cracks
Of black and white pavements
Glenn McCrary, 26 lipca 2012
We mourn atop skyscrapers
As our forefathers
Mourned amongst baobab trees in Uganda
Because we have been forsaken,
It is judgment day,
And we’re fearful.
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