Saturday, August 30, 2025

illuminous

Of eloquence and radiance
(subsequent tomorrow)
The rains will run like
Make-believe
With lily-whitened sorrow.
Through neighborhood and
General
In guilded light and
Wrecked revenge,
The rains
(will run like
make-believe)
The milky-white
Of Never-End.
-clw
3-30-99

Friday, August 29, 2025

The Permanent Guest [16.08.24]

That place where I begin
that mystery
as it’s drifting in,
it’s somewhere else
than I’ve ever been.
It’s with someone new,
that mystery
as my lips go blue,
It’s with someone else
that I never knew.
I can’t remember
who it said it was,
something peaceful,
and convincingly
posing
as a meaningful cause.
That subtle spell,
that gathering smell
of the fear of depth,
that permanent guest,
sleep,
and its slippery prescription
for gradual death.
©cmd 2024 [aka o.monger]

Wednesday, August 20, 2025

When I Feel:Wordplay:H-DOT

When I feel defeated,
And I am all alone,
I use these words to comfort,
I'm finding my way home,
Was on a path to nowhere,
Was searching for the light
The promise of forgiveness,
Decisions wrong or right,
When I feel forsaken,
Mistaken and ashamed,
To raise my hands in triumph,
To cover up the pain,
Alluding to the process,
Transcending song or rhyme,
When I feel these feelings,
Search deep inside my mind,
For all the years forgotten,
These fleeting memories,
Proceed ahead with caution,
When I feel me be,
The monster in the closet,
Who hides behind closed doors,
That's peering from the shadows,
Beyond lost metaphors,
The lantern shining brightly,
Illuminates my psycy,
When I feel there is no way,
I feel a force that's mighty,
The winds of change can take me,
To somewhere distant place me,
When I feel me drifting off,
The moment overtakes me,
The only thing I'm craving,
But was it worth me saving?
Amazingly I feel alive,
The chains that bound me breaking,
Whatever problems facing,
I'll stand alone proclaiming,
No weapons formed will prosper now,
No drop of doubt is staying,
Enslaved to life obeying,
It costs to live still paying,
When I feel the end has come,
Flesh bones to dust remaining,
Kelly Ephraim Benjamin Jordan

illuminous

Of eloquence and radiance (subsequent tomorrow) The rains will run like Make-believe With lily-whitened sorrow. Through neighborhood and Gen...