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north of the border
south of the sun
wouldn't give our love
more than five to one

skin to skin baby
with the dealing done
wouldn't give our love
more than five to one

your lips are cold now
now the morning come
wouldn't give our love
more than five to one

end of the highway
where your spirit sprung
wouldn't give our love
more than five to one

Twas the day before Halloween
And all through the town
Lots of creatures were stirring
Even a kid dressed up as a triceratops
All the decorations were hung from the backs of cars with care
In hopes that trick or treaters would soon be there
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a kid as a ninja and an adult as a skeleton
More rapid than flying witches they came
And I shouted and called them by name
On goblins and ghouls and children too young for preschool
On cops and nurses and princesses and cowboys
And a girl from the movie Beetlejuice
A cheerleader and a scary pumpkin warlock too
And I screamed as they faded from sight
Happy Halloween to all and to all a good night!

Don't judge the picture. lol

If flat earth is where it’s at
And round globes are actually flat

Contemplating that and this
Upon the heavenly stars we wish

Those luminous balls of plasma
Enchanting us with bright charisma

Those ley lines that are crossing
The earth like fine linen embossing

Then there are the monumental pyramids
So majestic and mysteriously spirited

And unexplained megaliths and monoliths
Is this some shrouded geopolitics?

Were ancients here in dire peril?
Seeking an outer layer sclera?

But we have been distracted.
Our brains completely protracted

Artifacts are cries for truth
Not a search for a fountain of youth

It’s very hard to fathom
Or even try to imagine

The depths of such deception
Of such a calculating inception

To keep mankind down
Just keep them going ‘round

We are to be the seeker
Not delusional and weaker

If knowing the truth is better
Then open up that sealed letter

Tell us all the mysteries of time
Not silent movements of pantomime

Entities that work so hard
Treating mankind like bits of shard

We’re done now don’t you know
Not deserving of the free throw

No foul by us committed
Only truth we want admitted

If you think this has been an accident
Perpetrated for humankind’s amusement

You’re so dead wrong
And it won’t be long

Until you hear, “we’re not playing ball anymore”
It’s all the lies and cover-ups we deplore

Know that truth will ultimately prevail
Then the elites are going straight to hell

Oops, I mean jail! (Same thing)

© Jade Anjoun/2021

A bowl of lemons
on the wooden table
citrus catches the sun
that falls for you and me
season to season
bud to flower
such kindred spirits
we enlist the blossoms
every dew morning day

The day was gloomy from the start
Mirroring my empty broken heart

Tendrils of agony twisted and clawed
Underneath the deep gray bitter fog

It seemed like it was only yesterday
That everything was mere child’s play

And as raindrops fell in sharp staccato rhythms
Again I yearned for sounds of familiar drums

Only hearing tinted silence in a doleful refrain
Shutting out the melancholy of incessant pain

Regret beset my mind in density of a copse
Isolated within the twilight clatter of raindrops

© Jade Anjoun

Kieseritzky Gambit
black Nazi queens
Warhol in spandex
Diamond Dust Shoes
Duchamp's
nude descending
Sputnik '57
circulatory
pink thieves
rubber gun
castration complex
Finnegan's Wake

I bought my first pumpkin pie yesterday
I also bought some cool whip
I like my pumpkin pie cold
I also had some sliced turkey
The mashed potatoes and stuffing await as they take more time to make
I also have a can of cranberry sauce I will have to open soon and enjoy
I think of Thanksgiving and how the Indians have a day of mourning
They lost their good land and many lives
They had one good meal with the pilgrims in 1621
I also think of the homeless
We had a guy who had lived outside our town for about two weeks
He had a bicycle connected to a cart with tarps and solar panels
I saw a youtube video of him and he was about 20 miles away by Montfort
I also think of the balloons they have at the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade
Spongebob is my favorite
So it's food, pilgrims, Indians, homeless, and balloons
Oh my!

I met her yesterday, I asked for a picture I got one eye, no body shot, nothing, but that eye that looked into my soul, and now, yesterday has turned into years, she dispelled my fears, she made me the man i wanted to be, someone I could be proud of for someone to see, now I am real, now I can feel, she is my wonderful entity, that I will love for eternity!