Torn at the bridge between soul and spirit
the grand awakening of life began.
Vapor trails breathed deep at the
depths of creation rose to the surface
to meet their maker in the sunlight.
Thrown apart to opposite poles they
called to the wind with eerie voices
that sought their reunion once more.
Don’t speak or breathe when cotton is the taste,
your tongue and lips will form a crude paste.
The stench is so bad you’ll be defaced
and your teeth will run as if they’re chased.
It makes no sense when you’ve eaten little,
no bite of burger or one sweet skittle.
No more breath mints for air so brittle,
the sole defense for the social acquittal.
Destroyer of worlds and nations kneel
at my feet as I melt through steel.
Armies commanded know the deal,
none shall survive the warrior’s zeal.
Call me Atilla the mighty Hun’s ideal,
lord of the East whom the West conceal.
Feasts and spoils all brought to heel,
all that we need we kill or steal.
Belief in a god myself is surreal,
imagine my surprise from such an ordeal.
Much anger I have when they reveal,
the cashier’s words, “Enjoy your meal.”
A new way undone
beyond the broken chains few
Love and compassion,
machine-made masters to stay,
bringing sinister presents,
Vicious love for something sexual,
speak of the devil it’s pure intellectual!
Joined at the junction of intimate function,
massaged with a kiss will never malfunction.
Open the mail and lick the stamps,
the taste that gives the tongue the cramps.
Clockwise spins and grins called sins,
but in the end it’s both who wins,
a visit from the splendid, sordid snorkeler.