The Pound

The Pound

This dog brought food to the table
But the bitch was sent to the pound
When she was done being used
Mute Swan became her sound
Lost Emir was always missing
There but out of touch
The one held so close to her, the one that's loved so much
The Mute Swan she's got legato as she sets her tone
Inconvenient to some as she sits alone
Her inconsequential feelings by Mr. Misogynist
But don't misinterpret her misfortunes
Among the miscast misfits
Meeting of the sanctimonious was her wage
As he tried to break her being and burn the page
By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger

In Nature I Precieve

In Nature I Precieve
You are
I am
Depends on what your non-existent mind perceives.
This radical Eve whirling through space,
Chasing her disappearing Atom to complete the erotic planet forming dance-
A lifetime of chance.
So what do you ponder about existential reality?
Please enlighten me.
Maybe I knew you before you could breathe.
Maybe I’m the God the Atheist sees.
And when he dies he melts back into me.

Creature -Creator…
Duality and deity…
In nature I perceive
Mixed up mentality-mans moral frailty
With the agony of truth
Feelings - words, Rebuke!
This is me, that was you? -Maybe-
Vise -a-Versa
The sky a hue of blue-
Reality is love
Love, emptiness pain-
Loneliness, rain-
Anger, shame-
beautiful dream-
Life force cream-
What about Pandora’s box
Doesn’t it seem the same?

Time and space in motion from her emotions
Of a trillion pieces of crash
Like an event horizon
A shuttering mass
Her eyes like a looking glass
Maybe she hit the dash
And she’s dead
Covered in her own blood encased in red
Or like a corps lying on a bed with pneumonia
All hushed up in a coma
Time is irrelevant
It stands still
Each moment a paradise
Or a hell

the soul stirs, spirit swims
And the monster spins
Getting that imaginary glimpse into a parell reality
Beyond the event horizon
Perhaps where a reflected life has already begun
By..Cheryl Ramberger

The Night Has its Magic

The Night Has its Magic

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In the darkness of winter

We meet once again

In our minds the labryinths

Of the living but dead

-We share our thoughts-

Our twisted box with many a room

But even the night has its magic

In all it’s gloom

-Falling to pieces-

I’ve been there before

In fact I never left

“Never More” “Never More”

Broken mirrors line the walls

Walk the miles down the halls

Look at the fractured lives I knew

Pregnant with scares and worn out shoes

Pain becomes her

But she’ll be there for you

Forever more forever true

By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger

The Hour Glass Show

The hour Glass Show

Chaotic beauty some limits and bounds

Brought to a ghost on a merry-go-round

Intriguing, dissecting

The twists and the turns

Taking in the beauty

-Sublime soul burns-

Each moment to the next

Some lost in the past

Bitterness comes, sending “God’s Wrath”

Those- the ones who haven’t let go

Afraid of the seasons in the hour glass show

By:Cheryl Lynn Ramberger

Me Looking Out at Me Looking In

Spiraling upward and inward

Intertwined with the light

Restless soul, take your flight

The windows of time I see once again

Me looking out at me looking in

So we meet for a journey in my labyrinth,

Speak to me; let me feel your breath

Psychedelic dreamscapes enter within’

Me looking out at me looking in

There’s no way out and my mind silently screams,

-Who’s the pilot in God’s kaleidoscopic dreams?-

Seventh level of consciousness; I’m amazed

-Realities-

Shadowy, chaotic and crazed

Beautiful, infinite dusted with sin,

Me looking out at me looking in

What’s behind that crystal door?

No map: another puzzle to reach the core

Gazing stunned, where to begin?

Me looking out at me looking in

By:Cheryl Lynn Ramberger

PIG

Pretentious
Ignorant
Glutton
Snide remarks even, "Poor you"
Is it humor or is it sharps?
You know - your shit stinks too.
Stabbing needles through the head
A camels jumping tool,
Oh this cramping female - a cunning laughing jewel!
Nick names...
Are never a miss,
Why not fire hydrant or toilet bowl?
You can take a piss...
Cris cross
Double dutch,
We're all uniquely the same
Cluck Cluck,
Gobble gobble
What a crying shame.
By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger

Forgiveness

Foreground, forensic-forgiveness,
A formality from thy heart
Conferred a confederation of self
Confident of part.
Heart and soul conspiracy,
Conspicuous, conspire
The constellations constellate
Clustering, inspire.
Hate...leachate, leaching
Olfactronic rhythms,
Growing lax-lay out
Peep show...peep into the box
Round about.
A fairy foreordain sits on a stool;
Mellifluous melancholy fool
Surrounded by her existent thoughts
Of what use of her to you.
By:Cheryl Lynn Ramberger

Karma

Your outrage upon me
Defined-Rape and Sodomy
Now the bray-your voice
Scratches my inner ear
But my the breath from my lungs brims Bright
And I'm silent with over-flowing glee
The Yin/Yang swung at you
Right and bod idly
Ichor flows through me
Embracing my ferocious core.
This worthless Ibex
Weathered the hurt; rod -hurtles
I soar
The collapse of your Godless cathedral
Impervious
My cocoon facilitates, inspires
Sicken soul so hot your cold
Hydrocephalus-drown your brain
Immaculate, immanent stature of demure,
Of me you don't get to pain.
Tried to deface-Defalcate
Defeat me by assault,
Insult-demolished...
But I find myself buffering, buffering
Pretty, pink and Polished
By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger

Idioms

Aclinometer for your clique
To measure this rock hard drip,
The coalition descends
Humbling and strong
They can't stand-At least in her world
As the Mute Swan dances and shields with her idioms
Bunting her burlesque,
Listening to the cackle
Of the cadaverous possess
By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger

Righteous Secretion

Tolerable imbalance
Pedant guru
Righteous secretion
Life can be so shrew.
Second guessing; staggering
Slurry slumlord-fool
Seclude; seclusion
Wonder-What?
View or the viewer
Vigilance for see
The vigilante.
Try and traumatize a travesty
Lurk with the lummox
Dreadful, your delightful?
Sleep with the slumbers
The smokescreen frightful.
Triple X and Bull Frogs
Beer, beer, beer
Be it lumpy on a slog
Syntax error
Bark,bark
Oink, oink
Smart bomb blog
By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger

conquestipist

Disabled- pathologically labeled
Pick it apart.
Narcissistic behavior,
Is that your disabled heart
Or does that bleed from your knows?
My eyes they close
For I have no need for need
But a bit intrigued,
By your open sore.
You seem to persist
At throwing daggers at sheople.
Conquestipist
By: Cheryl Ramberger

Drip

Mute Swan

I like the poem "IF...60 seconds run".

A tower Jakitata

Splel phuckata

The dice

The slum atom

Tomb

Zig-Zag ..puff..zoom

Le Tourment Vert

Absinthe

Open mouth insert

Wet brain spew

I, the poetic crumb,thy cunting dew

Drip on you

By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger

Bactria

Life with no owners,
True loners,
Shattered to screams inside.
No resolution for the wonton heart;
Excruciating,
-Love cried-

Each thoroughly unhappy
In Corporate Ethica,
Their land of Bactria
Bodies the dogs ate,
Love like Vesis torn apart,
The world like Alexandria the Great

Hope, their only treasure
Hidden in their abyss,
Two feeling the same
The pain may contentment tame.

Anguish creeps,
The heart weeps,
Union- profound
Sublime-in her thoughts

They adore, endure
Persist.

The bond that exists
Tragic beauty brought to each
Inner being, burning embers-Elysium
Beseech
Bodies quiver
Holding each other as they shiver
By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger

Eros

An arrow passed by,
Cupid on high
God of love
But I’m bound and tied
I see him,
I hear him,
My heart translucent, shear

Eros-philia-unconditional
-my descriptive love-
No limerence
I thought long and hard
It would be adoration, devotion
-sincere-
This is what happens if you meet love?
In truth…? With no fear?
Staring you straight in the face,
And the absoluteness you cannot erase?

I’m stuck in my casket
Deep in my shell
So cold I’m burning
Unquenchable hell
By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger