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The Wonderful Wizard of OH

Good morning! No matter what the circumstances of today may seem, it’s a good day. It is a wonderful little spectacular day. No matter how many hard days you have, no matter how many hard days there are, no matter what, today is a good day and so too will be tomorrow. Hard as it may be, never let yourself fall into the trap of not thinking it will be better. Thanks again for all the support all of you have shown me. It means so much to have my work shared with so many people. Keep reading, learning, and whatever else you do. Without further ado:

No Stairway! Denied!

Dancing ducklings and darting dalliances

No things of any particular saliences

And peace becomes our chief of ralliances

Serenity, serendipity, authenticity

if be you must then must you be secure in your hospitality

be the one who decries paucity!

be not the one who ceases matrimony

be not the one who pays alimony

be not the one whose persuasion is acrimony!

Find your pleasures in homophony!

and in pepperoni!

And in your grandmother’s zabaglione!

Through all this needless ceremony,

there is but one principal communiqué

Please, for me, just be happy,

and be okay

Peaceable Prognosis

Good afternoon! Today is a good day. It is ever so softly raining while being warm enough to walk around without a jacket. I have a lot to do today but I feel prepared for it. I sat beside my open window last night as cool springish air wafted in and over me. I felt strangely at peace. My worries had faded and the world seemed so much more right than it had in a long time, almost as if that moment would last forever and ever, infinitely calming. The world melted away and was replaced with a sense of togetherness I had not felt for a long time. I realize now that dreaming of peace is no fruitless endeavor. It is attainable, finally. Without further ado, a poem about losing your mind.

Mindfulness

therewithin

therewithout

extant sin

scream and shout

flies filed away

rife with decay

stagnant water

mosquito fodder

crawling on your skin

skittering in your ribcage

visions of infernal djinn

that demonic necrophage

it lies behind, ever so slightly

pittering, pattering, ever so lightly

controlling cordyceps

hearing footsteps

when mind you’ve found

you’ve lost your mind

Ready, Set, Lose

In the words of a man who may or may not exist, “If you ain’t first, you’re last.” How can you feel what it’s like to win if you’re not the best? What’s it feel like to be at the top? The bottom? With no way we can all be first, let’s talk about what it’s like to lose. How’s it feel to never be good enough? To never be the first pick? Even the last pick gets recognition. But what does it feel like to get picked third to last? ———PS: Follow and share links are at the very bottom of every post, near the comments, as well as ways to donate at the bottom of the about me section if anyone would like to support my writing further. Thanks everybody for the resounding support I’ve had so far!

Stasis

your strength fades

no light behind the eyes

all that’s left are shades

all that’s left are lies

growing and multiplying

now metastasizing

weaker and weaker you wane

as your disease waxes

christ alive

lost your drive

hope is gone

missing the sun

muscles atrophied

bones of glass

pallid face

and glossy eyes

still breathing

light already leaving

you lost the fight

how pathetic a sight

Drifting Down The Styx

Good morning! To do good, to do evil, which do you strive for? Which do you avoid? Imagine for a moment, a world in which you choose to do neither. You live your life wishing you had made another choice and in the end you wish you still had choices to make. Imagine living your life so as to have been sent to the Fields of Asphodel.

The Fields of Asphodel

cloaked and faceless figures drift around you

aimlessly

formlessly, shapelessly

drinking from the river lethe

you are no one, not anymore

glancing down,

glossing over grey grasses

flattened under foot,

softly swirling dust devils

tickling with soot

you do not hunger

you do not thirst

you shuffle, without suffering

no atonement

no respite

your mind a haze

you’re caught in a daze

almost, in the distance

you can see… something

too hard to focus

you’ve lost your locus

crossing beneath vaguely outlined equidistant aqueducts

already forgot, always forgetting

you did not good

you did not evil

and now the consequence

you’ve arrived at the boundary

of the fields of asphodel

A Kingdom for a Kiss

Good morning, my most ardent friends and followers. Happy Valentines Day! What better a day to think of ones you love and ones you loved. Hoping nobody is alone today, but if you are, just know I’m thinking about you. Without further ado, I have another poem today that is very special to me. I hope you love it as much as I do.

Valentine

my little dove, so perfect

of my heart, eternal prefect

i look upon you and i see

most beautiful reflection, born as eve

porcelain, glass, and alabaster

i only wish that missing you

could end a little faster

so that you can see me too

emerald eyes and rosy cheeks

looking out at birds with beaks

seeing you in clouds so high

wishing staunchly that i could fly

to see you again

to venture through that dreamy glen

seeing trees

and spying bees

all with you, my little dove

always with you, my forever love