Happy 4th of the July!

Happy 4th of July to all my WordPress friends, poets & writers.

May the fireworks bring us peace of mind, joy, and full of creativity.

Apologies for my absence. Life has been keeping me busy at work and editing my 2nd book.

I’ll be returning soon with re-post of my older blog poems but, edited and polished to what my 2nd book will look like and be read in a language of obscurity and humor. 

 

P.S Hope all of you are doing well. How’s life treating you all? Let me hear from you soon.

Stay tune. And here’s some good music for our 4th of July.

Corona – Rhythm of the Night

 

 

 

 

 

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Marlon Brando Prophesied Satan’s Anti-aging Testicle Juice

 

I’m tired of hipster beards
living off gypsies & artsy fartsy.
Johnnie Cochran paraphrased it:

“Flop at the box office,
or drink martini juice.”

A famous quote by: Testicle Namaste.

Marlon Brando
coined the term: “Science”
back in the 1700s. How?
He mumbled gibberish
prophesies that entailed; Nazi hairdryers,
DMV chlamydia, & cub scout illuminati.

Oh! So, you’re saying;
yeast infections we’re part
of an elaborate John Travolta
to further their anti-aging bird shit?
Yep, slaveantology
imprisons 7-UP.
They know if you consume it –
it’ll make mick jagger feel horny again.

Gene Simmons…
you trademarked Satan’s abs?
No wonder your soul
is half gazpacho & half psoriasis.
And speaking of Toys ‘r’ us…
How’s life treating you in Barcelona?
Hopefully, soapy and, aunt jemima free…

 

 

 

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Grief Paints Herself Void of Substance

 

Hearts distended,
termites feed
my emotional wooden cocoon.

In time unfurled.
Color will vaporize
on heavy lidded sunset.

Tears of saudade,
covet what belongs
trapped in perfidy.

Grief paints herself empty of faith.
Weeping statues dissolve marble;
only traces remain void of substance.

Tornados sob.
Everything wise dead.
Innocence & beauty
withers her philosophy away.

Tension snakes across wires.
Holding us from falling sideways –
lightning casts’ dark skies
stages without masters.

Billion voices atrophy.
Mr. Mirror image
pull the strings from flesh,
happiness cafard,
flowers anorexic.

All things
Stand looking at themselves.
Still against shroud
as we are,
we are no more.
Roll the film
to empty audience.

Sunshine unzips
its complexion;
behind it a sad destiny –
waiting to be held
waiting to wail.

For who among us –
Shelled and pulled, could
in scourge of truth know
Tenderness by our inchworm;
climb to itching greed.

Staple gun my everlasting woe.
Hammering our breath,
teeth wrinkle of weary,
alone we request.

Spiked baptism
wetting the brows
of unadorned novices,
knelt in piqued splendor
Come the Christendom.

A Cyclops ram
howls unexpectedly.
Drenching in agony
without volumes;
tragic heeds ahead.

Wings of leather
Darken skies bled of iron,
Herald.

 

 

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This is our 2nd collaboration
with my coolest sister Candice Louisa Daquin.

A very different theme challenge
about emotions, something new in poetry,

something special about 2 minds bringing forth an
eclectic heart and feel that comes from within.

My sister and I, feel so proud of this work.
I hope her and I collaborate again.
She’s an inspiration and an influential.

Please pay her site a visit. She’s writes the best poetry ever written.

https://thefeatheredsleepcom.wordpress.com/

 

 

 

Lacquered in fault

 

You remembered the future
being blind-folded.
Incise past bones,
they link bruised code –
its wounds splash
like orgy telekinetic dew.

You remembered the past
Lacquered in fault.
Rent by misuse starving –
implore such desolate sequence
harnessing our ambitions
restrained embryonic in salty embargo.

Time…tick, tick, tick, (30 seconds)
Set coordinates to April 29th, 1992.
Decade growls –
turmoil weeps –
death everywhere,
life do you have a conscience?

Or,
Mere glossary buttressing sonic shore
In fanning undulate,
take a sticky seat grind out your marrow,
ape the game
Count down to zero,
watching liter become king and truth, a fossil,
Will Conrad split his dark heart
on Moby’s fount to erase doubt?
We’re the flotsam of space molecules;
evaporate in our own filthy plate of greed.

Fast motion surrounding vortex –
velocity holds the noise.
Ergodic fleas
meditate in the pupil tarot,
sinking retrospectively in Occam’s razor.

For to tango with helium devils
dervish space daters must eat the rich.
Molded in their galactic hue –
let them be, those skaters in utero,
swapping devils beneath judicial sign readers, glued in place.

A mob of microbes
burying the atom
jolt the overfed oath.
Hyperspace convulses –
of muteless auxesis,
perturbed by dengue,
vast-struck with an arcuate glow.

Beneath stylish banter
forage for pulse,
despite ourselves
amidst universal detritus,
spinning in fugee state,
we enter the dragon
here lieth our supplantment.

Blossom gravitational lens
peeled before the cavern knights.
Existential spin
laminating the wormholes
from Minkowski’s host.

Divulge in incremental lisp.
Templar crows pecking the master’s foible –
asundering gravity lost.
In trace
ah, here lies the doppelganger, melting his mask.

It reveals the inward hours bending.
Luminiferous aether,
astral chokhmah’s cluck,
protruding & foaming –
this alchemy no longer titles
thus, you become the chewed chrysopoeia.

 

 

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It’s a huge honor and a long dream to collaborate and be working with my sister Candice Daquin. I believe her and I, achieved something special with two minds set for a sci-fi/ time travel trip. She’s a star of magic and intelligence.
Please pay her a visit her work is powerful, honest, and in your face truth.
Thank you for everything you are an inspiration.
You make the world a better place.

 

Her website: https://thefeatheredsleepcom.wordpress.com/

 

 

 

 

“Private Outcry”

Please! Pay this Poet a Visit. His poem is Gold! A powerful message to our planet earth

The Wayward Poet

Lenin

My hatred of hospitals

Dates back to my childhood

When, at the age of six,

I was confined to Urgent Care for a week

After suffering a severe asthma attack.

A terrorist cell in my lungs

Restricted all airflow,

Making each breath painful and labored.

It was as if razor blades

Had made their way into my chest.

As I lay on the gurney, recovering,

I saw all manner of people

Trudge through the automatic doors,

Moaning and carrying their exposed organs

In their hands,

Gore and viscera dripping behind them

Like the bloody trail that follows an army of wounded soldiers,

Ripped open by the scars of battle.

So, too, is the current condition of the world,

A sick, twisted place overrun by the retched,

Marred by evil and wickedness.

The earth is rushed in on a stretcher,

An IV injected into its oil-rich vein.

The nurses and doctors…

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Chiasmus Implicated When Bashfully Stalked

 

Chiasmus slept
    during the calliopean upload.
We the anankastics
    must sag implicated calcine.

          Progdeplase!
Threaten suddenly;
         for our fell minds
stalked the pillage future.

Apophenia, when do the bashfully undo
what may already befall?

 

 

 

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Punctually Pissing Roses

Ice story flavors
your pissing ribbon
burp armed angels
& ministers hello struck.

Taking sarcasm
of imagine prime peace –
turning conspiracy you
into Vanilla demo-cat elections.

This Country
of analytical gonorrhea
should assume roses over frosty conscience
or, rat-pubicans dividing us
onto opposite answers?

We’re a hung movie Hannibal Lecter custom prop. 
No thanks… my dignity comes first.

 

 

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