EMIL EMILIANO

--poetry

Stimming and Gasping Im having Asthma.
One Son and Another Arisen, Mom?
Are you Okay? I don't want you to Know.
Yet I can't hide the Sounds of my Breathing.

My Son comes to me takes my Pulse in His.
He stands with me in Misery's Throne.
But I dont' want you to be like me Son.
He Says LItlle to Nothing. His Lamp This.

His Wings have Encompassed my Heart and Lungs.
With all of his Strength he Calms the Thronging.
Just WIth One Look he Lifts My Whole Being.
I Surrender my Doubt. I take his Love.

While I have been Strengthened he has been Drained.
My Child, Same Mother, Same Pain Again.

DEADLESS MANTAIL DRAGOONEERE SERPENT

GENDER FRINGE VANQUISHED VANGUERRE MILITIA INDUSTRIAL SATRIX (4sadism)

4sadism
SO Genuflecting is Fun I Hear About It.
Selfies with Grandeur of Problem Hours.
Times when all Falseness Abates by Death.
It Meagers its Mileage by Earthworm Sh-t.
HOLY it is by its Doggerel Stems!
Who Must will be Longly Lonely Genius.
Mass appeal to the SHadows of the RIghteous.
Where Zone Killing Vaneguards hunt Scholars.
THey Turn for a Dime to a New York Hostelry.
Write Paeons to Prostitutes Likewise and R.
ReDarted, ReFeathered, & ReAnxious
In this Round I Won  But I Push it ON!
I take up Your Bootstrap Lash Chain Thong.
Sated by Counters to Revolutions

INDOGENOUS, CROW, WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS

Here I am in the Mad Industrial Complex.
I meet up with an Ancient Avatar, Sappho.
THe Prof Reads Me In Classical Griego.
I Look Watch and Listen but I can't Get Hexed.
I Live for My Freedom From Error!
She Read From Those Lips, Challice Touched! FlameZZ!
As I Politely Scanned the BookCase 
I SAW What I Once Was just a Minstrel.
Not a Poet. Not A Fire Juggler,
BUT a Sonnet False Theory of Judgement.
For Doctor You are Mistaken, Watch This.
I DRIVE with a Penchant for Five Foot Steps.
Just as You Said in Your Last Words to Time.
Only Sappho Could Do It This Next Time.

13 TREADS LATER HATER

My kids dropped from school in 8th grade.
CUz weedkillers they poured em to Empty
My kids still be growing. They're only 6 feet.
Cuz I water their Roots not Shame em the Cide.
Yall DO THAT then wonder why Lambs Cry Crazed
They shoot up the schools that were mandated
Billions for Bill and Zillions for Weenie.
We all know that Mountain Lion was Hex.
Trying to Scare off the Unscare-able Yes?
Try it again you will Succor the chance
You once had to say Sorry like Mistral.
She asked for it ONCE then never Again.
Thirteen Treads on the Treadmaster Hater.

SON

There was a Time when Love ran Full Range.

TO Carry the Stars to a Birth Canal

Married the Earth and Sky made Reunion

He with his Messages She with her Rage.

The Sun and The Moon Walked the Horizon.

He Galloped on a Horse while she Waded.

THousands he Swore 4 gave their 4warning.

DO Not Pass that Way or sure Disaster.

SUn Did Not SHine nor Find a Way Not To.

But Blasted Instead from Fear of Disaster

Whosoever should See from the Pinnacle

Life by its Dictate to Time Continues

Nothing was Destroyed in the Making Of

Completion of Creation For Something.

13 Treads of the Whit Man Privilege, Crueler than A.

The Treads on My Yard Left by a Whit Man.
Who Carries Dog Poop from Sidewalk to Sand.
Wonders all about the Mischief at Hand.
THe Way Hollywood bunked all Existence.
Wow, I just can't Get On Over it, CUZ
IDK it bothers me, AUthoring.
Makes NOthing of Life Love and Liberty
THat I choose that it be Otherwise, Yas.
Ya Estuvo el Roboton y su Mito.
No ALcanzan ser Avaros en Serio.
Lo que se Arrima lo parto Madre. 
Soy quien lo dijo sin Decirlo Punto. 
EL Quien no Dijo Nada Importante.