I had no idea one pizza could bring two writers two worlds apart together, in the figment of my savage imagination devouring me whole ... SG, mine, I See You, you know who you are, LS, your Avatar.
A poet reciting his stream of consciousness once said that “inspiration is a fucking beach in frozen heat”. He must have meant it. I dig it, I probably do, or am. Do you, or are you ?
Quick, quick snow ... first there was an empty equatorial garden, then there is no garden, there is just snow, and a jungleman, full of … let us say, second rate poetry, scrambled on the forest floor, fumbling towards ecstasy, looking for some fresh metaphor !
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Yes, snow can hug a tombstone or thaw a heart,
In the dead of night´s flora and fauna,
Five minutes after midnight or too late,
Where shallow thoughts burn like ancient coals,
On the scarlet 300 old furnace of my Spartan mind.
Yes, snow can light a candle in the Catch 22 dark,
Not a path in sight, just a turning wheel.
What crackling sound, somehow a worthy opponent !
Of the muffled chatter that has me caught,
Running, treading in my waxing and waning soul.
I seek to find snow, in this wet market mid-summer dream.
Weighed, measured, and matched to perfection, scorched.
I wrestle with the tropical air, the volcanic ash, malarial.
With every ounce of my strength proven on the battlefield.
Trainspotting all the scars of all the flights I have won.
Of the flaming heat in the flickering light.
I can see his deep silhouette, the Abyss stares into me,
At my last, slightly wrinkled, palm, leaves of a stabbed gladiator.
Such a marvelous march, in my stunning wake, FFS.
When life is the blood and death the VEmpire.
So many faceless blows upon my fearless cross,
A kind of St Paul, triggered, glowing, I feel my trembling heart,
The rays of fire shine golden unto a man apart.
The implacable in the face, the unbearable in my emerging brow,
He enters into the realm of the erotic dark,
A sweaty luminary of the lost to be found,
That I know somehow !
He just will not let go, heavy step by bloody step.
I sense the beauty, I sense the truth, OMG, damn, it hurts !
Hanging it all out on paper preying on me, I am his scribbler.
Love is catching fire on your screen, love conquers all, love is cruel.
Please do not hold your breath, please do not scream !
If I do not care I am getting burned, even fleetingly,
I do not care about that Fahrenheit 451 killing him solemnly.
This treasured jubilee moment or twist is all worth it,
And will remain so in the pleasured annals of history.
The brazen warrior enemy is no one else, but me.
Naive, I hope to dodge your titanium Glock bullets,
Like cool Neo in the Cyphered, Oracled Matrix, red-pilled,
Going down the rabbit hole, the Pandora box has opened itself.
Just happens once in a blue moon,
Where is you, what is you, here is now,
By design, chance, or mistake,
I just do not know or understand why.
An Animal Farmer, a tamed beast, I see and feel Trinity.
Yet lowlife or misery, my faithful companion still sticks with me.
Plant a tree, in my loving memory, in my bittersweet labyrinth I adore,
For Green is not only photosynthesis, vital to all life,
But also metamorphosis, despite all the odds, the Earth´s curse.
Merely breathing, movement, a disguise, is an immense blessing,
Green is you, so snow-white beautiful, magical powers, a generator.
Green is a mystery I want to solve, a treasure to hold.
The Mosaic or kaleidoscope of my own movie where you star.
When Jesus is the Superstar extinguishing the Black Hole Sun.
Be my Eve as I am sick and tired of Evil, too nude,
Of the cradle of filth rocking my boat, my rules, a pirate.
Though I am no Adam by all means !
We are, therefore there is a Paradise, not lost yet, I do believe …
Green is good, Green is energy, Green makes me going, hang on.
I do not want to stop this crashcourse BullShip flight on having a crush,
As simple and complex as that, an absurd maze, an electrifying daze,
On a collision course, till some Soilent Green 2.0.
Forget-me-nots, a perfume of bliss and innocence, remember me Neo.
Trinity, catching all your Glock bullets, immortal, Glucky me.
Just to stroll with you like lovers at first bite in the park,
A romantic walk in the clouds, a castle in the blushing skies.
I know not how you make Passion my middle name,
Or how not to, the question mark is not only you,
Despite this single, unique, rare time that is two.
Can it be it has always been you I failed to see ?
Even the whitiest or sharpest lies can never be true,
Crystalized in the most fleeting feeling of a moment captured,
A precious close-up of the already taken Texascopyrite.
Out of sight, but not, out of mind, but not, I see you bright.
Serving my sentence as love is not a word, poetic justice is done.
Blame it on the moon, blame it on the fire, you Fire Woman.
The fricking marble melts, you and I and tonight in flames.
He is the Lunatic, I hate him, OK, call me insane.
SG, LS, tonight in flames,
Jealousy is crushed like dissent, envy erased.
Tonight the whole world will fear our strange names,
Drawn in the sand, so tirelessly,
On the brink of a regeneration ocean.
SG, LS, tonight in flames,
Far from the end, at least stay my feeble heart,
As our infamous deaths will be the start
Of something glorious and vain,
SG, LS, tonight in flames !
Like a moth to a flame, a powerful balm.
And as much as I try, too much is never enough,
Platonic pleasure turns into honey pain, scented air.
With you so gone, with me so alone, giving it all, my soul´s share.
You fall through my clutching hand.
We will never be the same, no, not the same.
In a heartbeat. In a heartbeat. Silently.
Either in a heartbeat or in a heartbeat, so heart-breaking.
A kiss, a whisper, a hiss, Glucky me, Trinity, never leave, stay with me …
This is personal, Trinity, Green, brings me back to life, as I hate to be a tombraider !
LOVE CANNOT BE DENIED OR DEFIED, ANOTHER LESSON LEARNED !
NET means NET, NO MEANS NO !
Met·a·mor·pho·sis is a change of the form or nature of a thing or person, animal, into a completely different one, by natural or supernatural means. No BS !
During photosynthesis, plants take in carbon dioxide (CO2) and water (H2O) from the air and soil. Within the plant cell, the water is oxidized, meaning it loses electrons, while the carbon dioxide is reduced, meaning it gains electrons. This transforms the water into oxygen and the carbon dioxide into glucose.
Am I sugar-coating you ? I think not. Do you feel groomed ? Your problem, I have enough issues. It is still what it is !
“Quick, quick snow ... first there was a garden,
Then there is no garden, there is just snow !”
Leigh G Banks
P.S. Seeking employment, I could be your court jester !
PARENTAL ADVISORY:
In the courts of kings and queens in medieval Europe, the jester was the person whose job was to do silly things in order to make people laugh.
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