#NoPoo Book 1 An ode to Gabriel
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24.04.2021
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Treasure
dreamt...
treasures of glittering gems
all manners and shapes of gold
strewn upon distant shores
with shoals of fish beached
sun colouring the canvas
of that scene in molten gold
threshold of a world that was ...
or would be
chalice of bitter
to lips
of God to God
of dust to dust
garments of regality turned to ashes
golden needles and silver threads
sew but heal not
...heart band broke, it bleeds again
my heart is just missing you.
Prison planet
wouldn’t have a cat for a friend
if it weren’t for the plague
but these things happen I guess
in times of the prisoners
she’s not so bad, plays fetch
like a four legged ninja
twitch in her jaw
says she’s trying hard
not to draw blood
when her mouth
is too fast for my hand
I see her sometimes
perched in the window
one time while there
heard her let out a cry
an awful sorrowful sound
nothing like the canary
caged in the bedroom
every morning
it’s a sweet happy melody
would make me feel warm inside
if it didn’t wake me so early
[and the logic of it escapes me
poor thing has wings
and caged in]
but it did wake me
so now while it sleeps
I throw a blanket
over the cage
morning time for him
is at my discretion
and when the blanket comes off
the light floods in
it sings
#NoPoo
wouldn’t have a cat for a friend
if it weren’t for the plague
but these things happen I guess
in times of the prisoners
she’s not so bad, plays fetch
like a four legged ninja
twitch in her jaw
says she’s trying hard
not to draw blood
when her mouth
is too fast for my hand
I see her sometimes
perched in the window
one time while there
heard her let out a cry
an awful sorrowful sound
nothing like the canary
caged in the bedroom
every morning
it’s a sweet happy melody
would make me feel warm inside
if it didn’t wake me so early
[and the logic of it escapes me
poor thing has wings
and caged in]
but it did wake me
so now while it sleeps
I throw a blanket
over the cage
morning time for him
is at my discretion
and when the blanket comes off
the light floods in
it sings
#NoPoo
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No, it wasn’t the time a baby Ghecko bit me on the little finger. though I do to this day remember the trauma
in all my years
and there are a few of them
I’ve never felt so frightened
helpless, and so close
to frantic tears
as the time three wasps
came at me through a hole
in my trouser leg
I suppose, looking back
it must have been
a real Death Star moment for them
cos the hole was small
and I had thrown a rock
at their nest after all
I ran
like a shite
from a belly full
of bad pints
down a lane way
up a street
passed the neighbours
staring at me
like I’d my hands
cupped ‘round the jewels
eyes forward
neck stretched out
up the driveway
through the front door
fell on the stairs
face first
on the carpet
didn’t care
found a way
to climb them fast
with forehead and knees
burst into my bedroom
tore off trousers
trapped the wasps
long sigh of relief
the tables had turned
not that I wasn’t
still a bit frightened
#NoPoo
in all my years
and there are a few of them
I’ve never felt so frightened
helpless, and so close
to frantic tears
as the time three wasps
came at me through a hole
in my trouser leg
I suppose, looking back
it must have been
a real Death Star moment for them
cos the hole was small
and I had thrown a rock
at their nest after all
I ran
like a shite
from a belly full
of bad pints
down a lane way
up a street
passed the neighbours
staring at me
like I’d my hands
cupped ‘round the jewels
eyes forward
neck stretched out
up the driveway
through the front door
fell on the stairs
face first
on the carpet
didn’t care
found a way
to climb them fast
with forehead and knees
burst into my bedroom
tore off trousers
trapped the wasps
long sigh of relief
the tables had turned
not that I wasn’t
still a bit frightened
#NoPoo
Sometimes it is all about the kernel.
it's easy
to cast lines
aspersions
or assumptions
to be
so shrouded
in self
absorbed of
and blinded
a cause.
leaving sound thoughts
left—
in an well warned
obscure
Oh, to be discovered
right.
when
desperately
needing
to be wrong.
#Nopoo 4/23/21 (#163)
it's easy
to cast lines
aspersions
or assumptions
to be
so shrouded
in self
absorbed of
and blinded
a cause.
leaving sound thoughts
left—
in an well warned
obscure
Oh, to be discovered
right.
when
desperately
needing
to be wrong.
#Nopoo 4/23/21 (#163)
... is everything.
i read
about not forgetting,
echoes that remain chested within
closer than our very own skin
and beckoning
that beckoning
of sweet memory
my pitter,
it quickens and patters
o' how deeply the grasp
into the heart
of my heart
seeing... me
seeing.
me.
as you see me.
affording that clarity
an exquisite poignancy
delivers a sort of healing
when i see myself,
through you
the breadth
of such tender beauty
reflected back to me
how you allow me
to permeate
without question
willing ....
it's that willingness, my love
willing
and wanting
my tattered soul
as is.
Written by Bluevelvete
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