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THE FOREVER TRIBE

THE forest is only a shade; once the shadows shed and were-beasts lost are sad; then the leaves are torn off their trees to see the true worth.

No matter where the deer may roam, she looks for a tree and i hold her so sweetly.
I am the tree she depends on. The tree in her heart. I am always there. You are my Queen, i am your river!

The pale blue chalky water stared at the bottom with her shiny black shoes the color of her cheeks. Her shiny white bag that was not much bigger than her body with all her clothes folded neatly inside. Her pretty flowing dress and sweet smile and the pink, frothy lips.

“Dalal, Dalal, do you ever run out of things to do? Like books to read or stories to read to your children?”

She looked at her friend Elie and realized that this man who has been her only friend in three years had always been a good listener. They had arrived at the secluded spot to start their day with a little chatter and conversation.

“You can tell me your stories anytime, Dalal,” Elie said, reading the expression on her face.
She thought he looked pleased, the way he grinned from one corner of his mouth. “I don’t have much to do these days.

I always wanted to learn how to write. So I’ll start today.”

He had already unfolded his long legs from under the wide tree roots, and was looking up to the brilliant blue sky.

“We just arrived in The Forever Land, and the first thing I did was look for the post office, to send my wife and children pictures of the sea. She used to spend hours studying the pictures she had gotten off the internet. And here I am without a good job or money, with no travel opportunities.”

She asked him to tell her about the culture here. “The Forever People are a very friendly and trusting people. And they have this song they sing, very sad. It means, never love anyone but your family. And you never think you’ll find the one you’re meant to love until you get so old that you forget to fall in love. And then the special day comes, and you love again and fall asleep with a smile on your face.”

:: 03.29.2022 ::


GIVE ME BURBON

GIVE ME BOURBON

GIVE ME  BOURBON
 O seasons, Chateaux
a taste of pure snow
inside the rotten Soul

Upon  eyes a moon
upon finger tips
a learned sassy spell
that no one withstands

i want to take you home
give you all crypto-coin
tell mama she’s gone
ah shit:  body and soul
inside Sway ] kissing you
even if bad luck comes
(my way)  steel coming
to slice up that brain |
   & sever a nose,
lusty prowling Cat:
hint — his ribs are stone,
the flame a death that pleases
God if ventured i prayer.

:: 0.15.2022 ::

GIVE ME BURBON
O seasons, Chateaux
a taste of pure snow
inside the rotten Soul

Upon eyes a moon
upon finger tips
a learned sassy spell
that no one withstands

i want to take you home
give you all crypto-coin
tell mama she’s gone
ah shit: body and soul
inside Sway ] kissing you
even if bad luck comes
(my way) steel coming
to slice up that brain |
& sever a nose,
lusty prowling Cat:
hint — his ribs are stone,
the flame a death that pleases
God if ventured i prayer.

:: 0.15.2022 ::


A BOY AND HIS PRIVATE WAR

The boy is working very quickly now, Mariketa; very fast.

A blue light spreads through the garden, enough to make the plants wilt but not kill them.
He’s collecting knowledge so quickly, Mariketa, that we’ll lose our advantage.
He’ll get away, Mariketa.

Why?

He thinks that the white wolf can control a dark servant; and we’d lost our one such, the Butcher.
Can he?

We need to send the boy back to die.

She’s talking to me through the Wolf of the North.
The Butcher of the Red Brotherhood, the Butcher that should have been destroyed years ago, that he should have killed years ago …

The Wolf was silent.

The Trollocs have the field.

I feel them move on the far side of the river, not too far.
Can they turn that loose, to come on here?

No, I don’t think they can.

Their beasts can’t cross the river with their backpacks and soldiers and equipment.
The wolves are too small.

I can sense the other beasts moving in the distance, hundreds of them, coming to the caravan.
It’s a war party, a massive one.

The wolves, though, cannot cross the river.
How large is the caravan?

I don’t know.

I only know that the Trollocs are looking to turn loose a good many beasts here.
He makes a move with his head, as if nodding to her.
He’s saying, “We move the battalion, take these beasts and flee.”
So he’s gone.

I let him go, Mariketa.

He will take the unicorn.

I sense it.

His demise is only a matter of time.

The land is left over, the Grey-Jeweled Queen, and the River Raedah.
No others come to us.

The three armies turn and march back toward the tents.
There, the work starts all over.

The army camps downriver has retreated to the riverbank, providing a covering fire to turn back the Trollocs on the road.

The tents are ready, the tent troops and riding troops have been gathered.

Tales and councils are given to the men to get them moving.

The fires were taken out as soon as the supplies were unloaded, and the area is being kept dark.
That means this part of the plan is at last done.

:: 02/07/2022 ::


LOVERS STRETCH LIFE UPON NARROW BEACHES

WE breathed
Yes? Did not you say:

“The shore is long but
narrow like life.”

My dearest soul
you make me believe
Art is more than Life
and so you took my heart
into those wondrous
moments of our secret
life.

i am not that bold nor so cold
to say we made the universe colorful.

And my gentle soul it’s
been just moments ago
but now my need is stronger
:saying how much i love you
we breathed
yes! The shores are long
and life so short my lover!

:: 08-21-2015 ::


TOME (dangerous friends inside one’s head)

ATE a memory of all my life & despised my refrain: how soil  and seed brings life or death
 your back turned (i feel blessed)  deciding style and finance
 were your gods so eat what you sow  & throw away wheat &  golden strands of souls

If inside mysterious feelings
you feel stupid and contagious
it’s best to feel a little sick
  and always will do oh do
 until  End / hello \ hell no |
Inside light sounds dangerous voices and touches vicious
 :a baby a fetus –| we tend to forget what makes us smile inside
our horrored MINDS.  Hell oh hell oh hello WAS a mysterious tasting of
stupid feelings worth the pain?
    worse or worst is all a gift even though Life must be better
   before it all Ends.

:: 12.17.2021 ::


PERFECT MARY

i found all the world within a sidewalk crack sitting downtown
so many soles walking over sadness and shadows of yesterday hey hell!
i apologize.
(I’M SINGING THIS SONG)
+++ wicked sassy guitars scream:
\
WE all say, “everyone’s day is their own.”
what else can we be? Especially on Saturday night
(got a bottle of booze from hidden magic )
Some kick off their shoes and enjoy the day
many others stick to their philosophy —
so what should they be?
(without a bad man or guitar?)
i walk within the golden light
of forgiveness — for myself.
(riffs of love ooh! )
Would not wish to be you
I would \\\with a gaping wound of salt; who takes my
left hand living and dying bitching beautiful songs and i sing
I’m a bad man — they take all the blame eating freezer burn kisses
who has a right to say all apologies?

When i am close to nirvana road -=- yeah move along! I saw her move
to thte table and she ate silence and those eyes who loved table —i
threw the dice and she made me see snake eyes and we left — i was
a bad man getting it on. getting it on!

i say i wish i was as you
so easily confused with burning salt
but i cannot take blame — some choke
with after-birth and others embrace Sun.

:: 11.20.2020 ::


FOREWARD:  THE WERELINGS

WHEN sun opens the skies above so opens my dreams –>  open greens
like children’s eyes :  all to be revealed.  

As where summer’s beside their secret glories sleep
oh flowing downward if they’ll or righteously flow
so(armies of enemies fighting like adults reveals)  will fall

this. that.  a(t) least dare and not a word to relate
of seasons is nothing but herself flustered in pain.
oooooh.

An open closet within the child’s room:  bombed by society’s war;
‘s gulped by fear –> and never knew ghosts who hold
the hands of the living________ whom cannot kill but give life.
As each, c umbs of our Now) oooooooh      yeeeeeeah
twiceauponatime we met the willbeus and the desert streams
of desert sands | kissing the angel of Imagination.

Werelings.  

:: 06.28.2021 ::


LYCANTHROPIC ME


Alibi Store

“That’s alright…” he cry he cry he cries.
“we’re all alive on the inside and you’re
my friend my friend my friends
and i’m gonna kill you.”

Like we’re all holed up in a delirium
hotel and when he’s done you’ll know some
things you didn’t know before //oh let it
rain let it rain let it rain to kill the pain\\

“A crack in the window a world in a hole and
i want you to see the magician, a fire eater,
the fat lady, serpentina, sea monkey, see honey,
see my flipper feet and we’re all here just to
make a dollar and then you’ll have to go now.”

And all the time the ticking timer inside your
head tocs and knocks for a last call on the
dollar deal –> always showtime on the inside
of your heart but the soul’s dead!

And so we wait in line and do the time oh what
a pity oh what a crime!

:: 05-21-2018 ::


NO TOLL TROLL

I SEE that death crept by three hooves and a beat!
And as pregnant silence above violins stressed
strings–||dancing frets ~~~~~~~
A gnome drunk-walked scattering blackbirds
and distinctly wept by neon-lit billboards
of that glow in gleeful glamour
Of that painful spoken truth in stammer
and of fated-measured tears all consumed air
of sleepy fatigued wooden scents by
post-rain meltdown exhaustion it slept
in hungry love.

But the gnome cries;

“I’ve no reflection
to redeem & no toll
to troll by due of
fire-speaking
coins upon my eyes!”

Come butterflies come to me!
Here by the side of a wayward soul
At the strike of three-three-three
save the moaning gnome /even now
the crickets sing \ as a praying
unbetraying Mantis plays an E-string
tuned to flat _. twelve times elves
dancing prancing striking frisking
while death breaks down
laughing darkness and survives
to play the flute once again!
:: ~ ::
Rev. 5.6.2017
eprobles (c)