perfidy, lofty, dedication aka procrastination

her lofty ambitions often held her back, 
was it the lack of dedication 
to follow through and make them true.
She was tired of trying 
and denying it was the problem. 
If only they knew… 
her beast was back, closing in fast
just as she was rediscovering trust, 
but the deliberate perfidy by
some friends was too much to handle,
seriously am not ready for the scandal. 
Welcome stormy weather, 
let me light a candle.

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03/20/2022 0

facile ghoulish garb of the ravenous revenant

black and white mural of ghost with white flowers in background


"C'était très facile. no trouble at  
all" she said as she shrugged her  
shoulders pushing my concerns aside. 
I was horrified by what she'd done. 
How, not now! Holy cow, sitting at  
the table was a revenant of her  
late husband, my father, dressed 
in his best golfer's garb.

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11/03/2021 0

manticore, sporadic, nomenclature

Last night I dreamt of the manticore again. 
it sat above me on top of 
the mountain pass, waiting for me 
to reach the gate. I trodded and 
trudged up the hill dreading the moment 
when I would reach the apex. 
I did not want to be judged, but 
still I climbed and crawled over 
the boulders blocking the path. 
Will the obstacles I overcame and 
surpassed make him sympathize 
and feel my plight? I doubt it. 
I could hear his stomach growl, 
it was like thunder. 
I could sense his hunger. 
It just waited and watched. 
Why didn't it pounce 
and put me out of my misery 
just end this journey? 
Was it too invested by it's 
delight in my struggle? 
Damn you demon!  
You may best me  
and get in my way but 
I will win & get over this trouble 
triumphant as I beat you back into the rubble.

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11/02/2021 0

passel busk culminate

There's a poetic lyric I wrote a long time ago.
I use passel in the opening verse.
  "Do fairy tales really come true,
    tell me Cinderella whatever
    happened to you. You got your
    house on the hill, your passel
    of kids.."
It goes something like that and
it's the featured song/poem
of the next video I'm working on
(but still have yet to start editing).
However, I'm feeling particularly motivated
this week. So hopefully I can take
this energy and inject it into my creativity
to increase my productivity that culminates
with me posting a new video
busking a capella by the end of the week.

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11/02/2021 0

inane, menace, columbarium

That cackle sent a chill down my spine. 
How could the others stand it.
Every time he laughed I shuddered
as if fingers had just run down a
chalkboard. He was so mundane
and had a most inane obsession
with my personal life, with everyone's. 
Gossip girl as a nickname did
not do justice. He was filled with
malice, his curiosity was a menace 
to the community.
The desire to break bonds and
create chaos with some farfetched story 
is where he sought his glory. 
I watched him cause worry with the calmest of the sages.
They went grey after being drawn into his games.
Ignoring him was the best I could do,
but he still tried to force interactions.
I tried to turn a blind eye and pretend he didn't happen.
I mean, he's not my problem anymore
that's why I ignored the door
to the columbarium when it opened
and he walked out covered in ash.
hmmm...
                May wreaking havoc with the dead be his last act.

words of the day 11/1

11/01/2021 0