LONLINESS ~BY MICHAEL MAUL
Sunset born out of winter charity.
Two hearts sweating at the thought of monotony.
Sunset born out of winter charity.
Two hearts sweating at the thought of monotony.
Gatling And Straddling In The Highway Mattening
With Dampened Rain Falling Down Its Clampened Tightenings.
Say: Don’t Dongle Where You Dangle
And Where You Topple Her Leave Not Your Doppler.
You say I’ll be okay,
That you’re here to stay.
You say you love me,
That you’re dreaming of a we.
How can you still believe?
How do you know I won’t leave?
How can you have such hope?
How can we walk this tightrope?
I want you more than anything,
A world Apart
How did we get so far,
To be a world apart?
Wishing on every star,
After the snow,
A lonely flower tried to grow.
It rose from the ground,
Fighting to be found.
By a girl with braids in her hair,
Eyes Of Glass See Women Unchaste
In Vertebra Dreams And Unseen Flesh.
Between The Sheets Of Man And His Kin
To Great Evil Therein Begin.
Where Ends Meet In Family Lie:
A Touch Unbenevolent In Progeny: Mine.
A Betraying Heart Flutters And Sighs
A Swooning Still Of Intent’s Sweet Confide.
Toad Hide Toad
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Bounds And Leaps Among Labyrinth Feet
Who Pounce In Each Step Toward The Wise And The Meek
And In Tepid Waters Do Torrent New Tides
Of Heat In Disbursement Where New Fortunes Rise.
Prisms In Colors Unseen By The Eyes.
For Blood In New Memory: Electricity Hides.
Faint From The Grasp Its Audible Clench:
Cranking Mechnically: Impossible Wench.
Lucid They Find Themselves And Them Naught;
And Sometimes Availed They Naught Where They Ought;
And Then In Swoon Moments They Forget Themselves –
And Turn To The Toad Where In Great Forests Dwell.
Sword In The Stone By The Plastic In Bone
And Prey Does The Mantis Where Feral Alone.
In Current Is Time Wherein Place Do Its Manner –
The Insectuous Hide Where Worms Do Their Banter.
They Eat Of The Ant, The Pedes And The Mite,
In Toxin Secretion Make Peril In Fright.
Abode Of The Dead And The Un Therein Tare
A Fortune: Unlife In Calciferous Fare.
The Frog And The Toad Mingle And Make
And In Great Stake Untidingly Take:
By Feet Of Battalion And Torturous Gaze –
By Webbed Feet In Meticulous Maze.
They Rise From The Dead Where They Fall From The Skies.
And Lichen Inbred, They Foretellingly Rise.
At Peaks Of The Grave They Take In Foul Manner
A Sanctity Had By Culture And Banner.
Across The Stars: The Noble And Pride –
With Each Great Stripe And Always Great Stride –
Finds Freedom Yet Do They And Their Race
By Unyielding Heart And Steadily Pace.
Toad Hide Toad,
And Frog Dismay –
In Amphibious Wage
Trapped under a
Stonehenge
I crawl out from the
Ground my hands are
Bleeding,
My feet drag and
Moss begins to grow on
my shoes
And bugs crawl over my toes