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Nomen May 12
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Vain emotions guide how one sees the world
'Tis a way of life for one who's a child
True passion & purpose exist in the ether
A resilient one growing, wicked & wild
Nomen Jun 2020
Asking for advice
Is a way to complain
Whilst being polite
Nomen Apr 2020
robbed spiritually blind by the habitually disingenuous
exiled in the holy land, daring to feign interest
custom tells the story of a storied sort of past
ordered through and thoroughly, each step from first to last
grasping at whatever straws may perhaps be brought
clumsily recounting this and that Scripture has taught
indeed, it can be deemed
fatuous, ******, scarcely seen
this attempt to set a scene
oh, how bitter the taste seems..!
when proper sequence is strictly followed
for traditions true and hallowed
Merry Passover!
Nomen Apr 2020
Is this substance really so hard to control
What you may not present as pure vitriol
Just as addicted to this or that
As any average Republicrat
We'd best admit
Voting's not worth too much of such
Dried out *** for tat
Nomen Apr 2020
In ironic innocence
These spirits never knew
How close they'd lain
Upon each other
And well within the grasp
Of a stranger
Lacking mind
For an action
Cruelly timed
If only what could be divined
Had instead been manifested
In a fashion plain and dry
Instead of some idle notion
Related to a faux devotion
And rest, perhaps..?
May these spirits find
In the wake
Of an approximate catharsis
More or less
Give or take
Nomen May 2020
Some face seen
As in a dream
Made manifest
Before your eyes
Does vision lie?
Perhaps it does
In its own time
For which it is
Quite suited fine
So well aligned
As if for some
Great planned design
Whatever treasure
That one finds
Expressed in verse
Laid out in rhyme
Is always what
Will be divined
As has to be
Such as defined
Piece by piece
All line for line
Nomen Feb 2022
Through thousands of storms
Through bitter winds and snow
Through distant foreign lands where few are known to go
Through abattoirs that house rotting flesh and swarming flies
I travel ever forward, for I will not be denied
I'll brave Hades where tortured souls wish for brief respite
Fabled Fields of Elysium? I will not spend a night
I'll be not seduced by pleasure, tarried not by pain
Nothing will deter me
I travel not in vain
So still I journey onward
Through dark valleys where but shadows lie
Through unforgiving deserts
Parched by endless summer sky
I wade through lifeless sloughs that would persuade one to resign
Though not one on a journey of as great import as mine
Beyond the words oft spoken
By those who would be heard
For every word's a prejudice and I will not be deterred
Holy texts and ancient tomes seem to me devices
To make a man forget his way and lure him into vices
And the aftermath of entropy
All creation's derogation
Tells me my journey's at an end
I've reached my destination
Standing face to face with God
I know I'd best not linger
Unto Heaven
I raise my fist
Extending my *******
Inspired by the Biblical Book of Job.
Nomen May 2020
What tears and laughter might be brought
Were that which one suspects as truth
Should be laid bare for all to see
The aftermath of all one's wrought
On display, so vulgarly
Intentions once kept secretly
Hidden from one's own mind's eye
Now revealed through revelry
Made clear in Bacchian apery!
Nomen Jun 2023
Inspiration
When it hits
Has one near the end of one's wits
Each word I'm posting
Keeps me from ghosting
Instead, I will write poet tree
Maybe in verse or mayhaps in free
It does not matter so much the whole lot...
The feeling of ending is the feeling I've got
It's what happens when there's no more writer's block..!
Ever have writer's block?
Nomen Jun 2020
she thought her world a work of art
set in stone by solemn hand
painted all in shades of gray
& laid out to another's plans
ashen, discolored, lacking spirit
a life she could not bear to stand...
No!
Her world would burst with color
Were its palette but her own to choose
In character bright & dynamic
Brought to life in vibrant hues
Yes, color itself would be her muse...
Yet when at last moved was her spirit
With inspiration to create
Her love affair with brilliant tones
Led to a not so brilliant fate
Because she learned, but learned too late
How dull can seem the brightest color
When encountered every day
Leaving alone one in a world
With its color dried away
One painted all in shades of gray
Nomen May 2020
In an ever expanding universe
Borders may be but where minds will not go
Leaving archaic all limitations
As dimensions forgotten
In time and space
Quid pro quo
Nomen Jul 2022
It's not a matter of the Creator needing to be praised
But rather how such praise elevates humanity
Nomen Jul 2022
Seeing the sort of someone
In white shirt, black hatted
Knowing what goes on behind closed doors
Crude & lascivious
But before your Maker..?
Oh, on all fours..!
Nomen May 2020
write some spry haiku
post it on the internet
you are reading this
Nomen Jun 2020
Type on computer
Using a standard format
Then go click and save
Nomen Apr 2020
Your pathetic attempts at appearing a measure
Of something approximating worthwhile specimen
Remind me why despots use torture for pleasure
As well as why lawful that "great court" made abortion
Furthermore, your very presence appalls
Nauseates, irritates, vexes and galls...
All conscious entities
Worth their weight in anything
Shudder to think of your continued existing...
Yet alas!
Live you still do!
An unfortunate fact that leaves one stricken dumb
Infantilized thoroughly, ******* at thumb -
Indeed, so boggled's a mind
With misfortune enough to appear at a time
When so wretched an entity as you is about
You **** *******, cretinous, lecherous lout
That it thinks:
Here must be a miracle made manifest!
Yes, the Heavens created you as a test!
For no other reason
Can at all be imagined
For your continued existence...
No, it just cannot be fathomed..!
This is all said in (presumably) good faith...
Nomen Jul 2020
All police are facilitators of ****
It's a truth no logical mind can escape!
If in form of abusive officers
Or what happens behind bars...
All these copper oinkers
Regardless of any "good" they may try to do
From this fact there is no escape:
Being a cop ensures people get *****..!
Nomen Jun 2020
There's no such thing as bad publicity
Just ask John Lennon...!
Nomen Mar 2021
Strange days of boredom
Oddly flavored
Typical, worn out...
And hardly favored
Routine
What is necessary
Camouflaged verbiage
Made playfully literary
& some approximation
Made writ and authoritarian
That's all the information
Fit for publication

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