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Glenn McCrary, 4 listopada 2012
Between The Legs Of Dogma
The artistry of the dogmatic
Lies upon the breaths that are bated
Unwanted sarcasm tossed
Though often musters hostility
And the branches arc
With each split decision
Affirms the logic
Behind each laceration
Glenn McCrary, 4 listopada 2012
Darkly Teat Of Misery
Here I stand
In the arms of a comely apocalypse
Foreseeing my deathly fortune
Reality never served as a good friend
But it was in that moment
When the sun shed her darkly grin
And hummed a song of comfort
In the mass of increasing terror
Glenn McCrary, 4 listopada 2012
A Strange Sunday
‘Twas something strange in the way she waltzed
A majestic triumph of the age
Her classic imagery paints the room
With such vibrant colour
Often this will leave a man to ponder
Upon life’s eccentricities
Will they ever shape into meaning?
Glenn McCrary, 3 listopada 2012
Graphic Barbie
My fair ladylove
How dare she saunters the halls
Taunting a man so graphically
She holds the very knowledge
That her figure is astonishing
It is to be concluded that she cherishes
Being the focus of my poems
She then exhibits herself quite flawlessly
Bearing equivocal fervor
Glenn McCrary, 19 września 2012
Sour Scars
My bones take the shape of guitar strings
a genesis froths a sequence of irrevocable refrains
Like eradicated jars along the brink of some nameless beach
It matters not a damn to sulk in sour memories
When all they are adept of doing evolve into forthcoming tribulations
resulting in yearly scars as well as the razing ‘tis lifeless amour
Glenn McCrary, 19 września 2012
Leafless
A role is fashioned for each of us homosapiens to portray
Though what if such a role ‘twas fashioned
by a fallacious organization of fabulists
Who decode billions of renditions of one monograph
for narcissistic purpose of monetary gain?
Naked fidelity shan’t be placed upon a hollow existence
Nor should verses be fibbed
Why can’t religion be real again?
Glenn McCrary, 19 września 2012
Famous Nightmare II
For a while I fancied revivifying our alliance
Though I have satiated the cavern
I take honor in the many publications and poems
That years and years from I will compose
Even though you are a dogmatic hellion
You shan’t shun the clasp of fame
Glenn McCrary, 28 października 2012
Technicolor 3
Daylight has cuffed the forsaken canyons
And as I am just rousing from a fair slumber
Saluted I am by a spectrum strangely colored smoke
Could it be possible that evolution advanced so hastily
The mist that is emitted from her orifice
Remind me of happy, platinum things
May her lips bear more phenomenons
Glenn McCrary, 29 września 2012
A Thousand Funerals
During the pre-evening liturgy
Betwixt a shabby stall
Irate I sit scribing seasoned verses
Silent as an infant in production
Whilst the slaughtering of pacifism
Across the universe ‘tis my soundness
Perforated by the eerie current
‘Twas delivered via the vapors of her breath
Curtly, such graphic memories gnaw the very bones
Of what I had thought to be timeless romance
Though once again I’ve been forsaken
To drink all ‘twas left unsaid and unknown
Glenn McCrary, 29 września 2012
Tachyonic Antitelephone
Fuck! Her choices establish tragedies
The key that fosters felicity long since marred
But now she’s found the freedom she so passionately sought
It was gifted to her as a straight jacket
In the colour of her choice
Every evening she sleeps within such paraphernalia
As the solace pacifies her in classic tones
With the cushioning characterized as a mirror
Emulating the shape she has so flawlessly taken
Two years in the knapsack
And to your very eye I am the poster child
For used condoms and tampons
Am I not worth more than fish?
Glenn McCrary, 29 września 2012
6 Trillion Dollar Condom
The callous hands of clock towers
Age the ignominy that has become
The very face known as American society
6 billion pricks occupy every anus
Engraved within this universe
And the one prick who appeared distinctive
Behaved like that of an equal associate
What are such clocks good for
Minus aiding the counting of fiendish nightmares
Foolishly published by such an inviting succubus?
I rue when I had first acknowledged her existence
Glenn McCrary, 15 października 2012
The Invitation
Fondled by the temptation of an autumn sunset
Erect stands a woman in the cradle of such potent winds
Quite dashingly contributing colour to the scene
Her silky, black dress enveloping her ever so tightly
Composing the shape of an inviting taboo
Whilst refraining all comely sounds of vernacular
How her lips whisper things of which previously I knew not
Sign o’ the times
Glenn McCrary, 26 lipca 2012
The Originals
In the California mines
There are 300,000
Native Americans hustling.
What type of verse
Could you possibly
Craft from that?
300,000 natives
Hustling in the
California mines.
Glenn McCrary, 2 lutego 2012
Ambrosial Lights
A prophecy arose with daybreak
how skylines pirouette
gliding in smooth succession
Whilst sampling memories
of Japanese cherry blossoms
moths fervently surround
Diverse symmetries
of porch lights
Reveries
Glenn McCrary, 29 kwietnia 2012
LOL
In her aristocratic yet somber hour
Inebriated she phones me
As if I am an oblivious commodity
Though still I feel coerced
To exist within her wake
Even though communication
May be relinquished when sober
An allegiance has been pledged
Glenn McCrary, 29 kwietnia 2012
Death Jones
To bespeak her time I shan’t
A mere penny possesses more value
Than that of which her presence preserves
The daring, lingering foretaste that is affinity
Though to raze all dolor she abstains
All along she had been sleeping with death
Glenn McCrary, 1 maja 2012
Penelope Sky
Upon idolized lips I gander
Such flesh quite pleasurably divine
Within their hymns I seek to pander
Upon idolized lips I gander
Brandishing lustful hints of banter
An appetite dawns for your design
Upon idolized lips I gander
Such flesh quite pleasurably divine
Glenn McCrary, 4 maja 2012
Yetzirah
Scintillating stars infinitely descend
Lambent soot embellishes the radius
Regimens purely exist to bend
Scintillating stars infinitely descend
An occult memorandum impends
Doctrines make not amends
Scintillating stars infinitely descend
Lambent soot embellishes the radius
Glenn McCrary, 10 maja 2012
Epeus: A Theatrical Climax
Fluorescent and creamy
‘Twas the fabric that was her skin
With lecherous taunts she told me
“All this and more could be yours.”
I gasp in profound sighs as gradually
I inundate beneath naughty theories
Upon your lips
first was a peak of interest
alluring for sharp strokes of passion
a moan here, a groan there
as a theatrical climax infuses
Glenn McCrary, 10 maja 2012
August Jazz
August were the moments we partook
During the preceding night
My eyes dissolved into cacophonies
Of everlasting rivulets
Fate never before
Had glistened so vividly
The beauteous exchange
‘twas the spate of arias betwixt us
Gradually the nexus continued to cleave
Glenn McCrary, 10 maja 2012
Yellow English
Benumbed was all focus
Each element that descended
Within my wake
Mirrored a distinguished display
Of carmine cloudbursts and vanilla memories
Whilst I gazed above the windowsill
Though each and every existence
Defines the epitome of significance
Now and infinitely forevermore
Glenn McCrary, 11 maja 2012
Zodiac Tableau
Underneath a silhouette of stars
We confer futuristic forecasts
your skin blends with the ivory outline
of the constellation that envelopes our bodies.
Heard was the echo of
such an ever so pleasant sound
‘twas the rustling of sheets
to the rhythm of the rain
Glenn McCrary, 17 maja 2012
Cigarette Crayons
Cacophonous were the echoes of yesteryear
In the face of unyielding fear they flourished
Oblivious to their imagistic cataclysm I dwindled
Who had known of such a fate to have married?
Theatrical strands of faith and vindication
Gradually descended upon each square
The sun’s oath had risen to fruition
Beauteous framework begins to evolve
Bearing the august seeds of revelation
Answers in which I sought
Rested within pendulum clocks
As throughout my life
Many webs they have spun
Amongst tribulations I have toured
By not a second did hope age
A novelty twas the leaf
Upon which I have turned
Glenn McCrary, 26 maja 2012
Taste
Skin…
I hanker to sniff and fondle
To languish within the marching wines
Born of our bodies
As to the rhythm of sheets we sweep
Cover to cover
Lover to lover
Like leaves that speak summer
Mere synthesized minutes
Autographed by Eden
These hours we shall cherish
And fancy not of repentance
Glenn McCrary, 29 maja 2012
John Hancock
Fringed by putrescent dusk
Fingernails dig beneath graveyard wounds
Fostered by lexical warfare
Within the harrowing fiascos of tomorrow
Nothing but bated memories
Braided by skin, coffee, and cigarettes
Branded by concrete whispers
Glenn McCrary, 29 maja 2012
Memory Weapons
5 a.m. had surfaced
Weary I ascended from my bedstead
Keen I rose the first of many cancer sticks
to the sleek rift of my lips
Oh, how the flavor of fresh, young smoke
Knocked at the base of my esophagus
Caressing my uvula with infinitely
Unfathomable mountains of beauty
Glenn McCrary, 30 maja 2012
Graham Sharp
Once owned the knowledge
That one needed to acquire
To seize the breast of happiness
Year upon year striving
For her unmistakable taste
Descending to a universal death
First shaking America a century ago
Glenn McCrary, 30 maja 2012
1-800-FUN
The flavored fragrance of yesterday
Inter-weaved with the clouds of tomorrow
The sun drinking human fountains
As she dances within the yellow mystery
Spreading color across yonder draughts
Where the tongues of happiness reside
Glenn McCrary, 26 marca 2012
Happenstance
Upon pulchritude I gandered
Alchemy materialized
Adamant sentiments mere panders
Upon pulchritude I gandered
Fervor ascended, language stammered
Imagery never once had I theorized
Upon pulchritude I gandered
Alchemy materialized
Glenn McCrary, 2 marca 2012
❦Ixia❦
Seasoned daylight ascends
Dominion happening
Upon the bends of merriment
For every venue she sojourns
The fruit of her existence
Blooms with each slanted petal
As they settle among the squares
Cleaved within the terrain
A beauteous quadrant affirmed
生日快樂
Glenn McCrary, 2 lutego 2012
Neophyte
Fates transmuted
Beguiled by the labium
of disaster; as it emanates
fallacies of mirth;
a vagary unattainable
Glenn McCrary, 3 lutego 2012
PIPA
A fruitless vein
Ruptures the
plexus
Of society’s esophagus
Embellishing virtual
pleasure
Within browsers of
opinions
Innovations, ideas,
revolutions
Traded for
corruption and malice,
Paranoia on the rise,
Innocence sucked,
swallowed, and
spewed
Into the IP addresses
of democracy
Glenn McCrary, 4 lutego 2012
Men In Lab Coats
Ivory bushes bear
accelerated evolution
and abstract incarnations
a reverie reserved as veil
fables too blatant to reveal
crescendos rise within
what remains of
the cityscape's heartbeat
science knows what we fear
Glenn McCrary, 7 lutego 2012
Amorphous
A spark conceived by way of the wind’s undertones
Assertive they rest their eyes, a scope of passion
Was comatose but a century ago
The face of anonymity yet a dream to turn up gold
Only love’s curiosity overtook navigation
Glenn McCrary, 12 lutego 2012
Evergreen Suite
Petals with textures of full moons
sensations tingle like the hands
of grandfather clocks
apathetic to cobwebs
procreated through decades
marred by dolor
strange repercussions
groove across pebble stones
flames leap from pages
a tale of voodoo incense
Glenn McCrary, 15 lutego 2012
Seeds From Space
Shards of glass
riddled with ambiance
radiating through the ages
shape-shifting the speed of sound;
the effects upon eardrums produce
extra terrestrial qualities
between distances
a gravitational pull whines
retreat with honor
Glenn McCrary, 16 lutego 2012
Electric Mosaic
Elements synthesize
Establishing brilliance
Mosaic
Sound elevates
Electric symphonies
Frequency
Vocals ascend
Ricocheting amour
Phoenix
Speech perishes
Shock scarves
Mastery
Glenn McCrary, 16 lutego 2012
Sammi Poe
Vocabulary
Bears imagism
Foundation
Imagery
Amplifies eloquence
Apache's tear
Metaphors
Stabilize meaning
Plausibility
Allegory
Visualizes enigma
Sammi Poe
Glenn McCrary, 18 lutego 2012
Viva La Imagism²
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, 18 lutego 2012
Labyrinth
A canary sojourned my garden
The hunger whispering from its eyes
Greeting my palm with
Affectionate nibbles of gratitude
whilst circling the symmetries
of my palm
it sprang forth in merriment
a concluding chirp transpired
and away it flew
Glenn McCrary, 18 lutego 2012
Siren Song to a Lovelorn Man
Chemistry infuses
Grains of solace
Forecast
Passion illuminates
Forbearance wakes
Queries
Affirmation ejects
Anticlimax occurs
Siren
Glenn McCrary, 25 lutego 2012
Black Jack Sue
Ivory cinnamon
Fine flavor
Appetizer
Saliva flourishes
Grave cravings
Taste of luck
Oral equilibrium
Evokes cream
Wax of fate
Love, lust, & passion
The ultimate sacrifice
A dangerous gamble
Blackjack
Glenn McCrary, 25 lutego 2012
Valentine Matrix
Lovely symmetry
Delectable eyes
A majestic zircon
Cheeks mirror sapphire skies
Her skin platinum paradise
Idle amour is weaving
Bones tingle with creamy delight
Hearts groove in mellow fashion
A valentine matrix
Glenn McCrary, 25 lutego 2012
Laser Lover
Bedroom barriers
Radiate
Vintage idolatry
Pining protoplasms
Levitate
Wizardry
Nimble fusion peaks
Passion howls
Velvet vanity
In unison we touch
Multilateral we twine
A fluorescent collage
Lasers
Glenn McCrary, 18 czerwca 2012
Makita VII: Gypsy’s Creak
Her hair sways
Like a gypsy’s hips in summer
Young, seasoned, and ripe
Was the frame of her smile
Voice knocking upon
The fences of freedom
Swooning men of her choice
Before the suave, sleek edges
Fashioning the finesse that is
This dactylic wonderland
Glenn McCrary, 20 czerwca 2012
Makita X: Plausible Illustrations
Phonetics of oblivion
Sheathed by plausibility
Elapsing cultures with ease
Fathering quaint illustrations
Daring to be discovered
Along fearless avenues
Embellished by the fences
That compose the verses
Of which we refer to as life
Glenn McCrary, 17 lipca 2012
Famous Nightmare
Nightmare-strippers,
Marijuana-dealers,
Harlots,
Loud cacklers in the hands of Karma---
My enemies.
Car detailers,
Stewardess girls,
Bridesmaids,
Dice-shooters,
Chefs,
Waiters,
Ballerinas,
Stars of porn flicks
Owners of liquor stores,
Article writers,
Athletes in tinsel town
And violinists in circuses---
Nightmare-strippers all,---
My enemies.
Marijuana dealers all,---
My enemies.
Harlots---
God! What harlots!
Strippers---
God! What strippers!
Strippers and harlots
Harlots and cacklers.
Cacklers?
Yes, cacklers… cacklers… cacklers---
Loud-mouthed cacklers in the hands
Of Karma
Glenn McCrary, 17 lipca 2012
Climax Beat
The gentle beating of her breasts,
The gradual beating of her breasts,
Gentle… gradual
Gradual… gentle---
Rouses your blood.
Waltz!
A hymen-veiled virgin
Tip toes carefully into a
Forest of suspense.
Tip toes carefully… gradually,
Like the beads of sweat upon her temple---
And the breasts beat,
And the breasts beat,
And the gentle beating of the breasts
Rouses your blood.
Glenn McCrary, 17 lipca 2012
Sun Dance
Now,
In September,
When the morning is a vast awakening
Filled with orange clouds,
And fractured shafts of sun-shimmer
Descend before the earth
Am I too young to see the gods dance?
To find them I am inept.
Glenn McCrary, 17 lipca 2012
Godhead
That freedom is a fine goddess
Is a keepsake to which we Americans are wise.
Her toga conceals timeless wounds
That once perhaps were lies.
Glenn McCrary, 20 lipca 2012
Autograph The Night
Her light, peach face
Is like a blossoming tulip
On an infant stem.
Those kind come expensive in Memphis
So they say.
Glenn McCrary, 20 lipca 2012
Advance
We sprint,
We sprint,
We shan’t tarry within the shadows!
Give us the light.
We were not fabricated
To be degraded,
To be heavily degraded,
And narrow volume of respiration
That these lavender things have invented.
We sprint,
Oh, Lord,
We sprint!
We must rend these shadows,
We must find the light.
Glenn McCrary, 21 lipca 2012
Hello, Fearful One
A petite Midwestern raised child
Arrives at a Southern institution
And fears the labors of speaking
With the Southern children.
At first they appear favorable,
Then they taunt her
And call her “cracker.”
The Southern children
Disdained her, too,
Eventually.
She is a petite white girl
With an oval white face
And solid pink blouse.
Regarding this
Petite, fearful child
She might craft a story
Devising tomorrow.
Glenn McCrary, 21 lipca 2012
Shall We Beget Sweet Summer Love?
Shall I beget a memoir of your fairness?
Shall I compose words about you?
Shall I beget a poem that will live through
Centuries and sculpt your history in the poem?
Glenn McCrary, 21 lipca 2012
Snake Language
The day is majestic,
So the passions of strangers.
The clouds are majestic,
So the diligence of strangers.
Majestic, also, is the moon.
Majestic, also, are the time tables of strangers.
Glenn McCrary, 21 lipca 2012
Lawless
Whoah! Eureka!
The thieves are-a-comin’!
Whoah! Eureka!
The thieves are-a-comin’!
An elderly Caucasian woman screams
In the darkest corner
Of the cannibalistic church
An elderly Caucasian woman screams
The thieves are-a-comin’!
Glenn McCrary, 25 lipca 2012
The Text Message
I’m waiting for my lady, ---
She is Euphoria.
Say it in a naughty tone.
Say it teasingly if you please.
I’m waiting for my lady, ---
Glenn McCrary, 25 lipca 2012
We Made Love To The Beat Of The Pages
We have eternity
Lambent before us
Like a snowflake.
Mortality
A one night stand,
A forged signature.
And the slender stream of ink
Slithers along the pages we found.
We write!
Glenn McCrary, 25 lipca 2012
Breakfast Before Daybreak
Her lips are as pink as the plume of a flamingo,
Her eyes are like fair, seasoned pine apples.
I love her.
Her curves are like annular eclipse, a sable daybreak.
I love her.
And her skin is the vanilla of a maple leaf in summer, but a sexier color,
I want to touch her.
Glenn McCrary, 25 lipca 2012
Autobiography Of A Playwright”
I was once an actor,
But the lawyer came.
I was a fighter, too,
But the referee came.
They chased me throughout the forest.
They kidnapped me from the wilderness.
I was stripped to skin.
I faced death.
Now I am fenced
within the prison of helotry.
Now I cluster with the billions ---
Fenced within the prison of helotry.
Glenn McCrary, 14 lipca 2012
Paul Revere
There’s a ripe, young sun
Swinging the gardens today.
There is a sprightly, young sun
Touring the faces of revelry.
There’s a sheepish, young moon
Carrying the smirk of a virgin
Awaiting her Paul Revere.
Glenn McCrary, 14 lipca 2012
Mr. Fonnereau & Ms. Faucon
The careless, chuckling cheetah
With spittle on its mouth.
The skinny faced cheetah,
Emotionally frail,
Dreadfully trained.
The infant-minded cheetah
Sprinting into the black lake’s tears
For the skeleton of a vagrant.
Ball and chain,
elation, nature, elation,
The boys, the girls, the stars
The cigarette-scented cheetah.
Foxy, like a woman,
Alluring as a bronze skinned streetwalker,
Sexy, wicked
Cinnamon-lipped, noxious---
That is the cheetah.
And I, who am human, would love her
But she claws my face
And I, who am human,
Would lavish her with rarities
Yet she forsakes me.
So now I seek the husky---
The cold-faced husky,
For she, they say,
Is a politer courtesan,
And in her house my troubles
May escape the hex of the cheetah.
Glenn McCrary, 20 czerwca 2012
Makita XI: Imagistic Memories
A hankering feature once she was
Saturated by a plethora of alleviation
along the current she’d sway
Her presence infusing meaning
In elementary shapes
And esoteric hymns
Makita te quiero
Tu eres mi amor
Glenn McCrary, 20 czerwca 2012
Makita XII: Loveless Death
Omnifarious cancers
Appear to elutriate the air
To the sharp turning leaves of parsimony
as fallacious acts brand us
and the flourishing hunger
betwixt our passionate fidelities
with loveless hues of death
Glenn McCrary, 20 czerwca 2012
Makita XIII: Square Epigraph
In a yonder canyon
Upon earth’s finest grass I sit
Scathing mature flower petals
As if to sojourn the years
When youth nestled us
Grazing our faces with happiness
Glenn McCrary, 28 czerwca 2012
Makita XIV: White Famine
Through hazy mirrors
A doxy appears to be doused
Within suicide languages
Hips bemoaning white filigrees
Caressed by a famine of beatitude
designed to elicit tragedy
Glenn McCrary, 1 lipca 2012
Makita XVIII: Diary Of A Streetwalker
She’d recite the fairest refrains
As upon marble texture I languish
Moxie was her focus to sway me
I, never once yearning to retreat,
Became enveloped by an aura of passion
Spry was the breeze that descended
From the design ‘twas her lovely palms
Glenn McCrary, 1 lipca 2012
Makita XIX: Fawn Song
An array of flavor
Paints our summer scene
With the striking colours
That in time the two of us
Like fawns had grown to cherish
Aristocratic and original
Was the infinite portrait
Glenn McCrary, 1 lipca 2012
Makita XX: Daredevil
The finest siren
To have tread the fairest acres
At the height of skyscraper
She ascends
autonomous and replete
fashioning the ashes
that compose the minutes
that we have loved and lost
Glenn McCrary, 7 lipca 2012
Makita XXI: Century Chasers
Ever since the hour when first we met
your dearest memory my silhouette
the face of my greatest triumph
enamored by the pleasant elation
‘twas the brush of your skin
which fostered a phenomenon
Before a generation
We conquered centuries with ease
Ever seeking to discover the genesis
‘twas love set anew
Glenn McCrary, 10 lipca 2012
Makita XXIII: Death’s Bible
Sharp and branded was the hunger
Thundering within my paunch
guised as the quintessence
spearheaded by life
‘twas the claw cast
from death’s marred teat
Heard within yonder valleys
Whence I sought freedom
Glenn McCrary, 13 lipca 2012
Origami Legends
She has a brain full of legends.
She has a whole heart full of legends.
Shaped by summer’s yellow collar bones
She caresses a sepia hued image to her breast
And recites memories in her sleep.
Legalistic hellions
Stalk her sharp scent,
And legalistic hellions
Seek to kidnap her ,
And legalistic hellions
Cry illustrious hymns along canyons
Speaking amongst themselves
Into the jagged patterns fashioned by
Her legends.
And the sepia hued image, frozen
Insinuates that her legends were honest legends.
She knows they were never born of classic fiction at all,
But that they had been fostered by her own life.
The sepia hued image lies lifeless
During a subtle, summer evening
Reciting memories.
Glenn McCrary, 13 lipca 2012
The Ace of Spades
The woman was a water bearer:
Alluring as the refrain of midnight,
Alluring like the skin of an atheist.
The woman had been a prisoner:
Mandela urged me to furbish his door steps.
I waxed the knees of California.
The woman had been a singer:
All the way from Vancouver to Abbotsford
She carried her battle anthems.
I crafted time.
The woman had been victimized:
The Russians charred every last speck of confidence.
They hung her before The Black Sea.
The woman was a water bearer:
Alluring as the refrain of midnight,
Alluring like the skin of an atheist.
Glenn McCrary, 13 lipca 2012
99¢
When the dastardly woman Helena
Arrives to collect our souls
And cast them into the lake of purgatory,
She ponders whether she shall find
The soul of a young, zealous woman
Worth more nickels of eternity,
Than the areolas of a haughty bastard?
Glenn McCrary, 14 lipca 2012
Taste II
I love to see your big, brown eyes,
Glinting in the night;
I love to see your lips quake,
As we dance with satellites.
I love the passionate innuendo
Descending into my ears;
In all hours of the morning young,
The sound of your breath I hear.
I love the landscape of the nude
Between these sheets of ceaseless passion
But better than all these things, I guess
I love my lady love
Glenn McCrary, 14 lipca 2012
Nothing
The stars still cast their subtle glow
Through the greyish black churchyards that we know;
Next morning’s fate lies unknown
Before the dawn.
The clouds still drift just as before;
The canaries still chirp outside my door,
Yet suddenly appears the taste of nothing.
The sky is indigo and the blue jay sings;
The children catch fireflies by their wings
Though I am somber.
Throughout the universe no pleasure can exist;
Mirth turned her face at me,
Ever since you fled.
Glenn McCrary, 25 lipca 2012
Brave II
O, Mighty King of Igneous and Summer,
Cape the earth within an icy quilt
And freeze the damned in their cots.
All without enough covering
To remain warm,
Yet enough food alone to remain strong ---
Freeze, mighty King.
Let their knee caps grow frigid
And their lives cease to exist,
Then tomorrow
They’ll wake up in some fancy mansion of nothing
Where trivialness is everything and
Everything is trivialness.
Ostatnie komentarze:
16 maja 2024
violetta
Może w lipcu będę miała takie wakacje:)
16 maja 2024
jeśli tylko
słońce w płynie..
15 maja 2024
Weronika
Za jeszcze jeden rejs!
14 maja 2024
Mam takie oko :)
14 maja 2024
Jaga
Zwierzęta upodobniły się do koloru otoczenia
14 maja 2024
To naturalny suchy i pustynny klimat. I tam są
14 maja 2024
Klimat taki, że nie był i raczej nie będzie,
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Melancthe
Kajzerki są przereklamowane ;)
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kb
wielki wypas - był albo może będzie. kto wie...
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sama prawda z tym myśleniem i psoceniem ale
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zastanowiło mnie czy owe cenienie kajzerek wynika
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skomponowane kolorystycznie..
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violetta
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Marek Gajowniczek
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wiesiek
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wiesiek
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Jaga
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violetta
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Misiek
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Arsis
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