Submissions by LokiOfLiterati
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am the awakening of what shouldn't be. I am just a glimpse of the future.
Truth Mostly Irritates the Ignorant
The real singe-in drop on your skin, and the real hiss?
It's not an opinion; it's what it is.
What I brought in to spin doesn't miss.
I got into the Riddler's whims past the brim.
Like Caligula's grin- a warning on the brink of chagrin.
I always figured on storming in-sink or swim!
Trigger a jig, forming to out-think the din!
And while Caligula from power-lust flipped his lid?
I got bigger, devouring musty wisps, flipping my bid!
Snickering cowards, bullies, tyrants, sniffing all they did.
Flipping scripts, cold tracks, holding back since I...
It's not an opinion; it's what it is.
What I brought in to spin doesn't miss.
I got into the Riddler's whims past the brim.
Like Caligula's grin- a warning on the brink of chagrin.
I always figured on storming in-sink or swim!
Trigger a jig, forming to out-think the din!
And while Caligula from power-lust flipped his lid?
I got bigger, devouring musty wisps, flipping my bid!
Snickering cowards, bullies, tyrants, sniffing all they did.
Flipping scripts, cold tracks, holding back since I...
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2 Comments
My Time
Whatever I bring I earned.
Baring reasons I learned,
Unwind tomes in a blur
Dreaming I did time with blind poet Homer.
Sometimes so sure and thus,
I wonder and blunder on...
Whatever I bring I earned
“To everything, turn, turn, turn,”
Baring reasons I learned,
"There is a season, turn, turn, turn,”
Unwind tomes in a blur
Dreaming I did time with blind poet Homer
Sometimes so sure and thus,
“And a time for every purpose,”
I wonder and blunder on...
“Under the sun...”
There's a time for civilized
And there's a...
Baring reasons I learned,
Unwind tomes in a blur
Dreaming I did time with blind poet Homer.
Sometimes so sure and thus,
I wonder and blunder on...
Whatever I bring I earned
“To everything, turn, turn, turn,”
Baring reasons I learned,
"There is a season, turn, turn, turn,”
Unwind tomes in a blur
Dreaming I did time with blind poet Homer
Sometimes so sure and thus,
“And a time for every purpose,”
I wonder and blunder on...
“Under the sun...”
There's a time for civilized
And there's a...
102 reads
8 Comments
Electric Water
Aftermath:
I wasn't born with a veil over my eyes.
I just grew worn with tales of lies.
In other words Second Sight came from Reckoning. What's. Right.
Spree blog.
Not me, not a cog.
Precog? Just a strategic adaptation. Beckoning. From. The. Fight.
I'm after getting past the cursed shawl of the past.
I find laughter in starting with the Aftermath.
Maybe there's something in the path of rapture
Where the first shall be last?
I'll dance a jig- as is my druthers.
Then seduce Glen Danzig's “Mother”!
Farming grooves...
I wasn't born with a veil over my eyes.
I just grew worn with tales of lies.
In other words Second Sight came from Reckoning. What's. Right.
Spree blog.
Not me, not a cog.
Precog? Just a strategic adaptation. Beckoning. From. The. Fight.
I'm after getting past the cursed shawl of the past.
I find laughter in starting with the Aftermath.
Maybe there's something in the path of rapture
Where the first shall be last?
I'll dance a jig- as is my druthers.
Then seduce Glen Danzig's “Mother”!
Farming grooves...
110 reads
4 Comments
Twenty Verses
I won't be alive long enough to fit clean.
So I only strive to spit what I mean.
I drive through this lit scene.
Jive with grace, I taste the clit even in dreams!
Working my stance,
The circumstance of my dance?
Causes me to hurdle chance!
Past to present, aghast but not hesitant.
The mast of negligence?
Didn't pass my mega-sense!
It all comes back.
I scrawl and run my tracks.
Revolve some flack.
Trap my spree into a tapestry of what blasts from me!
Vibe and cope? I don't abide that road, nope. ...
So I only strive to spit what I mean.
I drive through this lit scene.
Jive with grace, I taste the clit even in dreams!
Working my stance,
The circumstance of my dance?
Causes me to hurdle chance!
Past to present, aghast but not hesitant.
The mast of negligence?
Didn't pass my mega-sense!
It all comes back.
I scrawl and run my tracks.
Revolve some flack.
Trap my spree into a tapestry of what blasts from me!
Vibe and cope? I don't abide that road, nope. ...
87 reads
2 Comments
Don't Cure Me
Gentle, I mostly list JUST the quips that rhyme.
That's my mental post-script. I'm dropping bombs ALL the time.
Hence prose slips. There are only ON signs.
Mocking purloined phases modern days have locked.
Chalking fresh-coined phrases when I fade and cough.
Stocking anointed plays from way off.
Walking point for Chaos-
Better to the left and forward of Disorder.
Lettered festering tests my morals.
This unfettered cosmic jester is the crest of oral!
I'll never rest on my laurels.
The debt in my chest has more to roll!
Fuck...
That's my mental post-script. I'm dropping bombs ALL the time.
Hence prose slips. There are only ON signs.
Mocking purloined phases modern days have locked.
Chalking fresh-coined phrases when I fade and cough.
Stocking anointed plays from way off.
Walking point for Chaos-
Better to the left and forward of Disorder.
Lettered festering tests my morals.
This unfettered cosmic jester is the crest of oral!
I'll never rest on my laurels.
The debt in my chest has more to roll!
Fuck...
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What Separates the Nerds from the Herd
Even before Geek was chic?
This indiscreet technique freak
Was flipping the script--
Whenever I'd speak!
Tripping the rift
Untethered and bleak.
Slipping in the tip,
Levered gentle, no shrieks!
Clever and hip, never insipid...
Endeavor my wit to rip this:
Weathered wormwood's glow discerns senses synesthetic!
Why should I slow my roll for the dense?
Burn with it!
Dry ice crossbow bolt & evidence turns liquid.
Spy my vice, toss a flow to revolt and enrich my bid.
Dead my stance when I'm on to flow so good?...
This indiscreet technique freak
Was flipping the script--
Whenever I'd speak!
Tripping the rift
Untethered and bleak.
Slipping in the tip,
Levered gentle, no shrieks!
Clever and hip, never insipid...
Endeavor my wit to rip this:
Weathered wormwood's glow discerns senses synesthetic!
Why should I slow my roll for the dense?
Burn with it!
Dry ice crossbow bolt & evidence turns liquid.
Spy my vice, toss a flow to revolt and enrich my bid.
Dead my stance when I'm on to flow so good?...
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4 Comments
At Least I'm Still Their Chosen Father
So, I've been culled.
Thus I flow, mulled
Jesus, Ghandi, Lincoln, JFK, Bobby Kennedy, MLK, Medgar Evars, Malcom X, John Lennon
All said “Let's slow down and love each other, make peace and equality the standard.”
All were killed for it.
So while I respect each of them, my statement is a bit less universal, fits more personal.
Wizard of withering grooving,
Obliterating illusions.
Hack some prattle and grin.
“Back in the saddle again”.
Track the math roll when I begin.
Battle soul gritty spins the city's din! ...
Thus I flow, mulled
Jesus, Ghandi, Lincoln, JFK, Bobby Kennedy, MLK, Medgar Evars, Malcom X, John Lennon
All said “Let's slow down and love each other, make peace and equality the standard.”
All were killed for it.
So while I respect each of them, my statement is a bit less universal, fits more personal.
Wizard of withering grooving,
Obliterating illusions.
Hack some prattle and grin.
“Back in the saddle again”.
Track the math roll when I begin.
Battle soul gritty spins the city's din! ...
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So Rock & Roll was right all along?
Lemme run a flow quick?
Before my tongue gets claustrophobic!
Feed me verbal stunts.
I need to hurdle each once.
Curl back fronts.
Peeling disguises. Tracked.
Like eyelids. Tied back.
At the centre of every burnt out cynic is a strident idealist.
Mangled hopefuls grow armor. Or grow lethal.
So that must mean Thanos and I have a “Heart of Gold”.
Who feels what I brung?
Heroes unsung, heads hung.
Private worlds, hidden in the rungs
Like Neil Young!
A real plunge.
Aching all over.
No blunder when I...
Before my tongue gets claustrophobic!
Feed me verbal stunts.
I need to hurdle each once.
Curl back fronts.
Peeling disguises. Tracked.
Like eyelids. Tied back.
At the centre of every burnt out cynic is a strident idealist.
Mangled hopefuls grow armor. Or grow lethal.
So that must mean Thanos and I have a “Heart of Gold”.
Who feels what I brung?
Heroes unsung, heads hung.
Private worlds, hidden in the rungs
Like Neil Young!
A real plunge.
Aching all over.
No blunder when I...
103 reads
4 Comments
Reasons for Unreason
Higher than Fate to rue!
Fire straight and true!
And I mean to flow, blare and rock
But like Zeno's Paradox?
I never get to the point!
Whatever. I’ll still shred letters purloined!
The Forsaken and the one they couldn't break in!
Stepping with flack to bust is useless!
It's attacking yourself like Lupus!
Forsaken aching after the mistaken
Breaking fast with patter when I awaken
I'll never be taken! Laughter of Satan!
A naked Pagan I'll straighten this crooked nation!
The path is misshapen so the cost is caution ...
Fire straight and true!
And I mean to flow, blare and rock
But like Zeno's Paradox?
I never get to the point!
Whatever. I’ll still shred letters purloined!
The Forsaken and the one they couldn't break in!
Stepping with flack to bust is useless!
It's attacking yourself like Lupus!
Forsaken aching after the mistaken
Breaking fast with patter when I awaken
I'll never be taken! Laughter of Satan!
A naked Pagan I'll straighten this crooked nation!
The path is misshapen so the cost is caution ...
127 reads
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Eisenhower Never Flinched
I thought it’d fit my will.
To spill pages of slayed reparations
Until I ate my fill.
My weight I flayed and still?
What didn’t kill me,
Only made me more jaded.
But lately I realize I’ve learned more about life from learning to love then I ever did from learning to survive.
So I earned my stride,
Taking the world in my eyes.
Having fun, climbing the rungs,
In to stun, missives as guns
Vicious wishes come undone.
This brute shoots for his duty
True blues useful for fire-sprees
Unglued desire grooves from me
...
To spill pages of slayed reparations
Until I ate my fill.
My weight I flayed and still?
What didn’t kill me,
Only made me more jaded.
But lately I realize I’ve learned more about life from learning to love then I ever did from learning to survive.
So I earned my stride,
Taking the world in my eyes.
Having fun, climbing the rungs,
In to stun, missives as guns
Vicious wishes come undone.
This brute shoots for his duty
True blues useful for fire-sprees
Unglued desire grooves from me
...
85 reads
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Social Glue
This is the evolution of rhyme!
Self-enabled kind of unstable mind--
Re-glued by the capable hands of the Divine!
Run and climb, forming the soul of anthem
Infinite span dipped into the sands of Horus
Stored up in this wolf, howling out of humanity’s forest!
I flow to mend, slick when I speak
Sick inside
Like Snowden and WikiLeaks
Switching sides
Quick to vibe, fit to ride
Showing again to mix on my feet
Busting prose amounts?
To plans laid in every statement.
But close only counts?
In hand grenades and...
Self-enabled kind of unstable mind--
Re-glued by the capable hands of the Divine!
Run and climb, forming the soul of anthem
Infinite span dipped into the sands of Horus
Stored up in this wolf, howling out of humanity’s forest!
I flow to mend, slick when I speak
Sick inside
Like Snowden and WikiLeaks
Switching sides
Quick to vibe, fit to ride
Showing again to mix on my feet
Busting prose amounts?
To plans laid in every statement.
But close only counts?
In hand grenades and...
161 reads
12 Comments
Expound On A Pause
It’s a discipline, to flick a sting in so thin it splits a pin.
Always listening, and what sticks and rings?
Trims heuristic spins. So my glistening licks sling…
To the brim a ballistic din!
It’s my bliss to live in every missive
Even after I shit quick on my whole slitch-list!
I admit this with a grin,
Bombing my grace on a whim
And your mom sits on my face again!
Been lashed, sin unabashed, win at last!
Stash an array of fast plays.
Cash goes, flash stays.
Aghast flows crash a daze.
Crass ghosts scratch my face....
Always listening, and what sticks and rings?
Trims heuristic spins. So my glistening licks sling…
To the brim a ballistic din!
It’s my bliss to live in every missive
Even after I shit quick on my whole slitch-list!
I admit this with a grin,
Bombing my grace on a whim
And your mom sits on my face again!
Been lashed, sin unabashed, win at last!
Stash an array of fast plays.
Cash goes, flash stays.
Aghast flows crash a daze.
Crass ghosts scratch my face....
144 reads
6 Comments
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