Water born
Paper rip
Let the table tip

Time will pass
Matter
Mass
to life we ever grip

Fevered fury
Of the mind
And to the earth we bind

Ease of thought
And nothing sought
With nothing left to find

How of you to fester so
And Where of you to go
Mortal
Moral
Mailable
With seeds you cannot sow

So
Do let slip
The wasting fear
The darkness
And unknown

The vine
Has snaked and blossomed thus
With nowhere left to grow.

Who of this, can claim to have weathered such pain.
The souls of ages past.

Am I ghost
Am I flesh

I am of nothing, and of hope

Or Nothing
Nothing
Nothing

less


I pledge goodness onto all
I pray thee suffer small

So did I find me.
hobbling on the shore
And did I find me, set of sail
In search for distance
No prospect of destination
Distance bought cheaply
Destined for the the ends of earth

Yet I seek grace
Found at hearth
Of passion pain renewing birth
Forward on
Forward
For
Ward
For passage home
I find myself
On homeward bound

Cast adrift at youth
A child of pumice

To float and soul of ash

Great of hope
Hope at last
My path uncharted
My ropes to lash

Weary but of indifference
to resign
His hope is his design
His hope
Is shared

His hope is mine.

He held my hand and promised true
Walks with him
I came undone

Of the night I came to speak
To visions, voices
Past unknown

So Rocky were the waves and anchor towed
The roads travailed  
The weights unload

Traveled
Wandering
Determined, sailed

Into
The casims
Of the heart
Never faulter
Or
repeat
But, Render

Entreat
Into light

And in his hands my cares were held
My future , past and present meld

Into
entrusted
I to he
My penitence
To chart my course

A sinking ship
With last recourse

Is it writ In stone

How to act
How to live

How to love
Or passion give

Made a of me a foolish thing
How react
You shagrin

Empty vessel
If not made
To mad
To
Seed
To stupor
Need

So a wink
The slightest nod

Those of pretense
Those of god

Fools aplenty
At I chuckle

While there  waistlines ever buckle

For resource
I find a cure

See the mirror
Face demure


Waist
Away

Waist aplenty

Waste today

So
On forward

Fast and play

Days from now
A day like this

A day of ****

A day of  ****

Or this of bliss
Or ambergris

Take
A chance

Look as i

Cheap is easy

Fight

Or die,

Of a fat ****  heart attack
At the worst possible moment

Like on the John, or anywhere between, our father
And yes I do.

And u swell up to Zeppelin proportions
And explode like some sort of uninvited Mexican party favor.
And the crap ***** just quit and dropped the **** mic.

God I hate everyone.

Poetry
ya.
And free speech

Hate Forever
Cursed be

Retched god of false and proof not.
Blood spilt of no avail.

War at heart
Of his rib

Scream for help
To forms unseen.

A father in his role unsound
Noah in his bottle drowned

In the morning.
Peeling from,

The sum of all
The measured come.

Hope known well

Never dwell

This his holy name


No of weak
No of shame

Never lame


Bought with just
Just an ounce


The selling of A soul

My breast an empty hole

Papists cloths adorned with gold
Are payed with those

The Cheaply sold

All are welcome
****** and thieves
Bent of  will
With frilly sleeves

So be it, so
The fools prove crass

Those of wealth

And plebs , amasse

Speaking of broken hearts
and mended fenced in mem'ries  
I am painting skies
of tangerine, saffron
& an illuminated lilac hue
against the starkly contrasted crisp cornflower blue, stretching canvas that is
along with all the
other blindingly beautiful colors of a twilight sky

And those dripping cotton candy stratospheric clouds
Ice crystals freezing into supercooled
water droplets
Streaking the sky in cirrus whispers
..I hear them whisper, "hello"...

Blinding beauty
through unadulterated sunlight
I am fleeced like a lamb
watching in awe,
..in wonder
then stomping sounds
of coming thunder,

Finding depth and height
out  in the stratosphere
Blinded by the
After Light
or afterglow
affected by the amount of haze
I'm in a daze
...as I am reaching

High above the fading light
of a brilliant early fall sunset
I take a big breath
of that sumptuous air
and twirl my skirted legs
my painted toes
where I know
I am back
to solid ground

Appreciating the last time
I say sleep well
to you  my dear
summertimes sweet mem'ries
and the fun we had this year.

Cherie Nolan © 2016