allegory
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Straight outta the gate, a tale based off self-hate
Peep how certain pieces of the jigsaw develop and correlate:
More undefined than cardinal directions in space,
Nationality, ethnicity, or descriptions of race
LIONESS
Go into your cave Lick your woundsI understand You're a leo too....
You give all of what you gotAll that you can do....
KISS ME YOU FOOL!!
I know you understand me
It's uncanny
We have a rhyme Unlike the many we spent time ....
SHOOTING STAR
Shooting star Yet so farDancing on the ocean breezeSoundless musicPlays on let it burn with ease That's what it does....
YOU, ME and THE SEA
The wind carried the ocean’s voice to me
she whispered:
“Come to me my lover
I hear you love another
Bring her to me
IT’S ALL ABOUT LOVE
Did you feel the rain?
The pictures and words
that floated by tonight...
Did you listen To the rain?
That tapped your shoulder
AND WE FOUND ALL THAT
I know agony.
I know victory.
I thought I knew love...
My nights sleeping with shadows
of empty arms.
And lonely dreams
They are thoroughly domesticated-
and some unfortunates
are driven to the point of cowering.
They will gladly beg
for a bone
and to receive table scraps-
is to be in Heaven.
Lurching from side to side,
the winds of culture, education, and relationships
washed my little mind to and fro.
My little mind, asail at sea,
To the one who haunts me most:
I shove my feet into the boots and pray nobody sees me shake.
Every morning, I wake up with a sense of regret lingering in my system.Drip.
If This is what would be described as Love,
Let me know that you see It.
Only, see not only roses and a glass of champagne, instead
Velvet-soft flickers of a name from time to time throughout the day,
Welcome to the jungle, friends
welcome scavengers,
welcome predators,
welcome ungrateful beasts.
welcome free birds of which I so aspire.
Welcome flowers and cats.
Welcome ladybug.
The Seeing Man,
A chaste man displaced,
Saunters through life
Without a single expression
On his pallor white face.
The Seeing Man
Never utters a cross word
He feeds the hungry
Dead! My love is dead!
Taken from me prematurely
By silver wrought through his heart, Murdered
By a man no more virtuous than himself
Immortal heart impaled
My sisters slayed, bodies flayed
I feel the heat on my back
scorching where my wings could be.
Should be.
I bite and I kick
A young girl, nearly of age, stood at the edge of indecision. Love stretched, reaching to the farthest end of the universe. She stood.
I stand guard;
I must defend
against anything and everything;
I am sorry, but I cannot let you in,
even if I wanted to,
for I must defend the king
The king who is old and wise
buried in metaphors,
the allegory of a door
representing the figurative
pathway to the highways
and byways of my brain-
the complexity. as it rains,
i'm brainstorming some more
High,
high is the way,
a slow, smooth continuum unfurls through oil black clouds,
flush as memory, dense as it is tangible.
Your emerald green eyes pause,
The landscape of a soul is
A valley of uncertainty
Beneath a mountain of woes,
A river of doubt
Carving a path between
A desert of despair
And a forest laden with shortcomings.
I’ll never forget the first time I put on a pair of ice skates. The feeling of empowerment and the excitement of not knowing what would happen next. I was told once that you must skate alone before you can skate with someone else.
There is a kingdom ruled by a simpleton
where walls are built up again and again.
Questions are much too difficult, they say,
and irrefutable logic is just foul play!
