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Literature
Sunlight
Too much, too soon, the dawn doesn’t care. Every single pocket of clear air is heavy with rose, red, gold. I pull the covers angrily over my head. There’s no call to go waking folks this early Mr. Sun! Clearly, he disagrees. Can’t win. Okay. Groan, sit up, rub my eyes, look around my room. I can see the lights and shadows wrestle on the floor, rowdy cubs of the solar lion fighting, crouching, then springing in a muscular dance. 6:30? 7:00? Don’t know. Doesn’t matter. Might as well get coffee. I have lost the war.
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878 deviations
Literature
Sunlight
Too much, too soon, the dawn doesn’t care. Every single pocket of clear air is heavy with rose, red, gold. I pull the covers angrily over my head. There’s no call to go waking folks this early Mr. Sun! Clearly, he disagrees. Can’t win. Okay. Groan, sit up, rub my eyes, look around my room. I can see the lights and shadows wrestle on the floor, rowdy cubs of the solar lion fighting, crouching, then springing in a muscular dance. 6:30? 7:00? Don’t know. Doesn’t matter. Might as well get coffee. I have lost the war.
Featured
876 deviations
Literature
Imaginary Visits
(A tribute to Salman Rushdie)
Life's chock-full of surprises --- Just today,
Mr. Rushdie showed up, serenely towing
A suitcase full of genies in his wake ---
And bless my scraggly beard if he'd not got
A box of letters crooked in his right arm,
Which --- but we mustn't rush. I let him in,
Sat the man down, poured some rose tea...he jerked
A finger toward the parcel --- "That, my friend,
Is for you. Open it." I do---papers,
Dozens of missives from the Ministries
Of Thou Shalt Not, How Dare You! and Watch Out!
Plus pamphlets from…a Reformed Church of Gloom?
I'm flummoxed by the pile, but Salman
Says "May I do the honors?" and whips ou
Mere Being Project
12 deviations
Literature
Sweet Iscariot
Peter can have those
Keys to the Kingdom;
Power and wisdom
Aren't what I want, God!
Just tell the winsome
Lord to turn His head.
And let chest-rhythm
The outgo and income
Of cool breath brush my clothes!
But He's wrapped in brown, red
Green, cloaks of the helpless
Kind-minded, selfless,
While Judas, poor glutton,
Reaps only an idle nod,
Never attention.
I'll try to gulp less
Of love. Still, jealous
Of each lame man's bed.
For a lame fellow
Haggard and fleshless
Bootless, weak, beltless
Gets nearer to Jesus
By wallowing sorrow
Than all of us zealous.
Is there a redress
For the long sleepless?
That, I cannot know.
Then hang from a tr
Daily Deviations
5 deviations
Literature
The Sirens' Isle
You're past reach: Volcanic Touch glowed and then went black. I know each wrist, swishing With gold from Arabia, Linen from Phoenicia (Dyed imperial purple)… Girls' mouths without number Splashed gladly through lipstick waves, Still I'm sucked down, another One missing her mother, Howling from the depths About helplessness, waiting For some voice to come from The darkness where giddy Cells hum with activity; Big and wriggling, flat or bulbous They'll have lunch: um, who’s the menu? Unbutton my sinews, in Polished succession; I'll pause till the writhing Sturgeons in your belly Grow fat and content Feeding off my flesh, so fat You’ll have to cut them loose; Sever these nets, lovelies, Hold steady when you do; The knifeslash nonfuneral Of twine should stay clean and help Amiable jaws to make Their bone-crunching music.
As Influenced by JakesException
18 deviations
Literature
Amygdahlia
Spirits? Strange: they race
Through brain-canyons, ride blood-falls;
Wilds of the mind join lands
Already thoroughly tilled,
Sown with bushels of Latin names.
Flight-or-flight, lust, love,
Maybe veneration (?) are
As studied, well-defined states
With borders diplomats
Mostly agree on, in peacetime.
But when war starts, and
Lead winds tear up let us say
The hippocampus' main line,
Watch: a star-nosed mole peeps
Gleefully, out at Jeff's eyes.
"What joy to whiffle
One's nose in this warmth! Now please,
Can one of you gentlemen
Point me to the nearest
Flower-bed? Any red tulips?"
As Influenced by BATTLEFAIRIES
35 deviations
Literature
Luminous
Suns
Nest their headstrong brilliance
In neon
Anthills.
There light won't call on light.
God, check malicious innocence
In papers, or the coy dance
Of facile advice
Blurted by so-called friends
"Does this look like a Hallmark kind of life?"
Hush
Welcomes without asking why,
Not needing
Reasons;
Nights noises shuttle
Through sonic skeins of indigo.
And lead old aftersummers
In to question. Why
Judge? Nobody, even you,
Sees every star that shines in your mind's sky.
As Influenced by Hfeather53
5 deviations
Literature
The Anchor
Barely have strength
To move or breathe,
Yet in the midst
Of all, glows love.
As Influenced by Boyfriend
2 deviations
Literature
Green Faggots
I am no log,
Don't cover me
In the grease of
Old calumny.
Think if you wish
That grace on high
Made Hell's torments
For such as I,
Still, child of law,
If grace speaks true
Could it be broader
Than we knew?
Yet, ride your high
Horse, with a will,
I'll ride mine; suddenly,
God: "Be still!"
Postmodern Love Project
9 deviations
Literature
Ocean Thoughts
If consciousness of one sort or another
Lights each and every crab, weed, bit of shell,
Man, woman, or child, then by implication
It also burns in me, an odd agnostic;
Agnostic-leaning-atheist, no less,
Bracing against a fierce wind…Eh? What’s this?
Death comes soon, soon and starless, down the beach.
Hours, days, decades stripped off windswept dunes
By Lethe's kiss…Next, your waterdrop self
Will grace the tide's deep lap; life's last great splash;
…
Meantime...pause, break bread, and give mumbled thanks
Even for the fundamentalist; he thinks
Lost souls are legion and you're one. But know,
He's not all brimstone&
As Influenced by alapip
2 deviations
Literature
Uranium
Cable from a Soul in the Fire
Nice try.
These poor ears
Are sealed to all sweet-talkers.
Find some
Callow
Pushover
Who'll beg and plead; I cannot.
Lovely
But coy,
Your flighty Son gave me up
Long ago.
Sure, act
Winsome
As long You please -- You'll
Not change my
Story.
As Influenced by Spirituality
9 deviations
Scraps
6 deviations
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