Good Times

Was anxious all day

just to feel fear and loathing

at night. What a life.

Just daydreaming about gay love and mushrooms 🍄 🏳️‍🌈

PAIN,THE CREATOR

With Invitation

Exo exo aye No supper tonight But high-sided advice Upon this I dine regularly It is no feast for the eyes But the mind grows strong and fat and flatulent

To die right is one way to celebrate the night And so I slide off of the horse, take off my robe, and slouch away to bed to pray that for such a time as this I am appointed to have my head removed for approaching the king within his gates and at his invitation

How he honors me In holding back his hand

Haman was not hanged: he starved to death https://justinleeparker.medium.com/with-invitation-71341287393a

Phials of light

Seek not love All I know is where it used to resonate The space turned vacant

A loveless cage

You, who shall not be bound To words... Primordial queen... goddess Terms fall short, and as such It is senseless

I confess to you my callous emptiness

I have turned a collector

A thief, wielding  A blade-like quill, stealing Snippets of brightly souls To display their Comforting luminescence, beaming

There, where love used to resonate

All the lights Have been swindled

Covertly obtained, and small enough To never be missed; never be noticed In being taken

Infatuation Never acted upon Due to its fleeting nature Yet appropriated Eternalized in inspiration; bottled up To prevent the foreordained Escaping From loveless cage

A display case

All these phials of light...

They are mine And as such, the world’s For though they’re prized possessions They are not my own

When I am gone At long last engulfed by the darkness I now so egotistically fend off in some Unjustly claimed right To existence

All will be released as stars; as poems Infused with the hope to shine ever on

Yet I will be annulled Completely

Finally metamorphosed to this Callous emptiness

Wherein each snippet of soul was stolen To see a life, long stripped from purpose By placebic virtue, prolonged

--- 19-6-2021, M.A. Tempels ©

Remnants of a Broken Sky

I cannot explain what this poem is about, I wrote this at a very transitive period in my life, so I leave the interpretation up to you guys, I hope you like it

To be floating above it all

The waves and the raging fires

The translucent veil of denial

The light trickling through the cracks

Eyelids fluttering to the breaking sky,

I’m too preoccupied trying to find a place to hide

I don’t know what to say whether to lie or to confide

Words are a gust of air, clawing my insides.

My being, a heap of dried leaves;

Withering in the light of noon.

Screams and crashes, blood and tears.

My eyes are covered, wires wound around my beating heart.

I’m too preoccupied trying to find a place to hide.

To look beyond the veil at the remnants of a broken sky.

When the words stop, and the world is full of sorry sighs

That’s when I feel it, the silence gnawing at my insides

Scratching and scraping, ripping and tearing.

I can’t look, not in the mirror, not in their eyes.

All I see are strings hanging loose.

I yell profanities in the void, hoping it would stitch me back

Hoping it would release the angry little person running wild.

All that happens is that I lose control, a sorry little sack.

I lose myself. I turn into a nightmare, fucked up and vile.

We’re all nothing but masks.

We’re echoes of artificial laughter and forced smiles.

But, I don’t see a thing.

I am too preoccupied trying to find a place to hide.

To look beyond the veil at the remnants of a broken sky.

@adoginthemanger @mydogisgaytoo @rustycoffemachine @starviki @edgar--allan--h0e @simposexual @jugn00

Bumble Bee Heaven

Irresistible to the Little Bee Bumble bee heaven the poppy is all he wants to find and see

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Kaveh Akbar, Calling A Wolf A Wolf

Sometimes, I am not ready for the sadness that I will feel. Got this message from our store.

remains by @inkwine

“the world keeps burning, and i can’t seem to find a way, to tell you that i need you, how you save me every day” (@taylorfeusswriting)

How can I ever forget you?

You were the only one who helped me find peace in my storms.

i guess i was never a part

Of what i longed so much

i guess my grieve will go on

Forever and ever

And each time my broken heart

Will shatter just a little bit more

Enough to leave me believing i'm not enough

And i'll never be

I cannot hear you

when I’m busy tending

to the garden

of ideas about you

I hear them

I see you

but I cannot hear you

cannot feel you

Be then a guard

against the thoughts

that would steal you from

me--against my own

false notions, against

my desire to understand you

and grant instead that I yearn

to love you, only to love you.

Your sourness and pettiness

Made us reckless regarding our differences

Unfortunately, you learn its obnoxious to be infatuated

For the love that was once innocent had turned out to be frustrated

Oh honey, your inconsistent efforts left me to pieces

Wondering where I could find and heal these bruises

Now I am miserable and dying to feel

That nothing means nothing

Which I should have known

A moment of happiness,

you and I sitting on the verandah,

apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.

We feel the flowing water of life here,

you and I, with the garden's beauty

and the birds singing.

The stars will be watching us,

and we will show them

what it is to be a thin crescent moon.

You and I unselfed, will be together,

indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.

The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar

as we laugh together, you and I.

In one form upon this earth,

and in another form in a timeless sweet land.

- Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi, A Moment Of Happiness.