The Penman and His Vice

Through the penman’s eyes, I see wisps of black smoke lick the bottom of my soul as I rise,
never too high

lifted to powerless heights above the tower of mortality.

Rings and things less divine left wasted on the tip of my tongue, as I cough out a lung and decline.

Silver threads of self loathing spin masterful swirls and twirls of feigned relaxation and quiet death. Living here in this morally reprehensible space in time is no longer living.

This home, these cells, these walls, these plates and cups crash in waves of black ash and congested chests of drawers.

As its mental foundation crumbles and quakes beneath the wickedness of the very idea of succumbing to an actual vice, the heart, lungs, and true soul of the penman spins on.

Forever weaving and stirring the witches brew. Black ink coursing through leather bound and paper lined veins. I see the penman and know the truth.

To have no vice but words, unspeakable is the crime.

I stand firm in my conviction of my conviction, my punishment is…

THE END

-B. Poree’
Submitted for WordPress Writing Prompt Challenge
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/vice/

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It’s Only Natural

Give and take, and take, and take.

It is unthinkable to imagine a world without the purity of nature. The natural ebb and flow of the ocean. The visual cascade of endless stars in the sky. The trees, whose leaves sway in the Autumn breeze. But all that is in natural occurrence, on this big blue marble, is fleeting. We rape the air and castrate the seas. The trees give and take unselfishly. We take and take and take. Giving only that our natural laws enforce. Our elephantine footprint crushes the life force of that which holds us in power in this space. We should not allow that which we know and love to drift through our hapless, self important, fingers. The air, water, and soil from whence all pure existence bleeds forth, hang in the balance. It is not enough to be on this earth, we too are of this earth. Every particle of our being shares position with all that is, and will continue to be. Provided we continue to be.
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THE WANT KNOT

Strike the question from all pages of the mind,
4 the question of want, creates a want knot.
1st question in the book of tales transcends time.
What is it that u want? 2 want knot.

A loaded question gunning down your life force.
A knot in your stomach that dares u 2 want it untied.
A cord wrapped so tightly around your tongue, that u scream your desire 2 loose its grip.
Desire 2 hide
want.
Desire 2 want knot.

“I want 2 b happy”. Happy 2 not want.
Knot.
But happy is a word tied around the index finger of your right hand, reminding u 2 want the want knot.
If u r happy, u r content with what u got.
Being content means u want nothing;
Happy 2 want not the want knot.
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What is a Creative Energy Addict?

"Salve" - Photo Art Tribute to Salvador DaliQ: What is a Creative Energy Addict (CEA)?
A: Someone who gets a rush from anything that requires the use of creativity.

Q: What do creative energy addicts do?
A: Why, they obsess over anything that taps their creativity G-Spot.

Today is the day I obtained my CEA (Creative Energy Addict) Degree. After many years of material absorption and insalubrious reflection, I decided to give up trying to figure out what I want to be, and commit to just letting the energy flow.
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Collect

We the human COLLECTive,
COLLECTors of trash, debris, refuse.
Sand, slipping through 2 the bottom of the 8th hour glassy eyes see treasures in gold painted rocks,
rocks our existence 2 eternal damnation and self-loathing,
spawned by things most likely mock.

Eager 2 climb the mountain 2 the topic not slated 2 be aired on this channel.
Networking hard towards a goal that spits 4th no true wealth that knowledge of litter is king,
cause… we all work in sanitation.
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