https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/user-259-la-shout Nuthin' Speshul en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Mon, 08 Jun 2026 20:44:31 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7501-myrrh-durance https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7501-myrrh-durance       You braved this lagniappe  Magi bestowed oh aromatic infant; Persian stable-fawned and covered in future red-brown blood you endured traitor vileness. When the crows flocked and the nails bit and the thorns stung and the lance thrust. Silver soldier orient star guided nothing but holy pain forsaken for death. Bitter is the wise water. Pungent is the archaic taste. Restrained by faith. Chested gold cheated treason coins but bought little but the smell of frankincense mixing resurrection resins incensed by ignorance and magnificence A long murder road showered in rotten alms but  sweetly smelling of painful release Crossed in agony but perfumed in expectancy and amaranthine fulfillment even adorning betrayal and deceit spike-driven divine enduring sins washed and waiting for the final high shadow with hope mixed with myrrh abiding past bearings ascending wisdom eternally blessed by the ultimate gift giver ... more La-shout La-Shout Let Loose Thu, 27 Mar 2008 08:33:37 GMT /section-522-la-shout-let-loose#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7501 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7501 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7501 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7612-bucephalus-broods https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7612-bucephalus-broods   When Porus scorned the Great and fated fell into the phalanx of Hydaspes? Hero horns blaring elephant trumpets. Ha India, those fat ugly jewels were tarnished and  ungainly...yellowed tusks of uncertainty blunted...tattooed hides of monsters bristled with barbs and Bucephalus snorted derision But my master spared you with dignity. And I bowed alongside in the sunshine of his graciousness before I fell at the foothills and died in your stead   Am I then steeled beneath mountain saddle thusly decided but buried by Greek antiquity? For I am the mighty battle steed! Bucephalus! Bucephalus!  Βουκεφάλας! And even Pegasus was winged by my famousness But ox head I was called...a charger impugned haunch-stamped but bred from Thessalonian stable myth-strain magic, mountain azure wild eye competes with a bright brown jewel set both, paired within my black battle ground. My ebony heaven where a single white star presides in ascension. Untamed I was until the young keeper of my shadow showed me where it never was nor would it be found and I left it and my rage behind me under the old straw of my youthful colt shelter Oh Alexander! I did bear thee always true and proud and brought a king to bloodshed and glory Distressed forlorn; my anger is now yours as your ambition drives, canters, galloping charges...confronting all ever forward...behooved to none! Macedonia had shriveled and other kingdoms called to your youthful arms as I steadfastly pranced and closed inexorably each single distance to your personal victory. Excelling all others we challenged together our place in war and our home in legend confirmed But I confess oh king warrior, I felt fear. The whooshing blades and axes smashing, arrows buzzing...always attendant screams of mere beast and mortal man. It was never these things. An old horse is a full contradiction of grace, poetry and motion but not cowardice. And I feared not of death but fragile helplessness...of the hordes savaged, of the miles eaten, of the wars raged, of the oats dreamed of and stream drink-missed, of  spurs that bit and the creak of bled leather, of smelling madness, of the running river blood, of lust and longing and life? These dreads I did not entertain Our love so cherished and upon your heel, the stern drum beat and your radiant command; I hastened to end your conflict and win my city Bucephala. I fear we'll not ride as one on her fine square or taste the air together of her breath. And each hill and dale I shall be riderless. Enjoying the freedom from your small burden but always wishing for my precious cargo to talk to me, to chide me and cuff me and ride me through yet another strange combat day.  But still I wait pondering dear golden one...and my fear waits also; but not my shadow-kept fury ... more La-shout La-Shout Let Loose Wed, 20 Feb 2008 14:57:56 GMT /section-522-la-shout-let-loose#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7612 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7612 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7612 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7560-cryptic-crypts https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7560-cryptic-crypts   Don't cry fuzzy funeral pictures puzzled  then quest for a non-illuminated gravely missing corner of an over-crowed brain only begging to be rediscovered. Dig up the dead surrounding earth and swing morgue handfuls  as pall-bearers unburden secrets...the single coffin yawns open bashfully. Was there an apocryphal mummy? Bound by Egyptian windings...enigmatically cut carvings of Delphic trophies...tomb invaders they say hieroglyphically but occults are known but to lie; sweetly inscribed cartouches cabbalistic allies in caverns perplexed and alone. Please teraph's tease and in chambers made tenebrous...don't vaguely befuddle over veiled risks that all in crypts are thrall to the living and chained to a grotto's inexplicable desire to wait arrantly. Go mutedly they advise for mystic circles only revolve in undercrofts and the quiet sweep unhurriedly spans an attentively expedient gaze just to obscure. Blaze the ghoulish party lanterns, for the following interment may encompass another element shaped from oracle design...bats and owls and cats and foul familiar means abroad to just snag the final thread of an unwound curiosity...shrouds pocketless... listen, shift and dance through a draftless gloom and a clatter breaks stiffly when the torch falls suddenly and the flame beholds briefly the director of funerals extraordinaire...a joker's face covered in his pale works pallor...digging graves and covering creams with eyes non-sink blinking and hands ever spaded for the job.  Deft  anagrams riddling as he works a shovel easily moving the dirt of a once hidden century over an esoteric second's worth of comprehension embalmed unclear and our nothingness rests in whispered obsequies Last rite wrongly written for another mass buried requiem et hoc genus omne.   ... more La-shout La-Shout Let Loose Tue, 19 Feb 2008 13:01:36 GMT /section-522-la-shout-let-loose#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7560 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7560 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7560 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7558-servetus-circulation-ceased https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7558-servetus-circulation-ceased When fagots crackle after being placed oiled and stacked; acrid smoke of black heresy choked  Servetus as Calvin's hand demanded death  and Servetus' circulation heated first then ceased as he twisted into rethinking divination and trinity made little use for flames destined to consume ideas medically premature. Logos generated each fiery tongue Sememes shifts each new cry to scold a God who then turned away rejected Orthodoxy took heretic council and the Geneva Convention was to be eternally damned Christianismi Restitutio! Christianismi Restitutio! Where French and Roman liegemen unite under a banner blackened with boiling blood and books as the Devil defined his role then defiled tomes laughingly. A pure radical without self condemnation but the age's ultimate unitarian martyr doctored abstractions then burned to death with his ankles shackled to his words ... more La-shout La-Shout Let Loose Fri, 28 Mar 2008 10:25:14 GMT /section-522-la-shout-let-loose#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7558 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7558 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7558 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7559-is-there-not-one-breath https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7559-is-there-not-one-breath   Is there not one breath exhaled that blows hate and then inhales stormed anger? Are we one fool's grin but many despised and despoiled as mouths lie agape and then in quietude recedes into a dark-ringed smirk? Who would look upon us and wonder if creation could have built more beauty just to break it down for no reason other than for us to think airily alone together? There are draft dates! There are waft times! There are breeze troubles! There was an Arial cruel kindness that curdled and cured us of mass faith in empty bellows of nothingness We saw a whiff feast squeeze the fire heart of coals spreading magic cream and its straw buried in sins for more ventilated sadness Breathe deeply of woe; betide gushes in gullies and grief rears only when love speeds slowly into tired lungs just to expire as dead smoke chimney-raddled Is there not one honest breath to sigh? New-born infants burst into wrath defiant while the fledgling lark sings sweetly of lost tunes and the brook burbles in refrains bubbled from a chest infected as it drowns and drowns air-leaked and regaled--old friends reunited. Does the wind agree? And its silky promises to oxygenate cells that may traitor mutate Can Sir raise shaman shamaals to choke-gasp deserts in dry heaves? Breathe easy wind waster for we are all without the string-help that kites pray for in bobbing liberty Tethered and tailed we must break our roped chains and fly uncontrolled; breezed and bleeding for our unrestrained freedom as we gush upwards and wing-wave in  lost spirals destiny-crashed Is there not one breath sucked in to glorify not waste? Not a molecule disturbing? Not an atom untamed? Not a gust unhurried? Grunt, gulp, pant, wheeze, huff, puff, blow and one last breath draws many more in joint human respire to bluster rage then inflate helplessness as our final deflation husks out of heaven on a hell-bound hurricane death-rattled ... more La-shout La-Shout Let Loose Tue, 19 Feb 2008 07:11:18 GMT /section-522-la-shout-let-loose#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7559 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7559 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7559 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7426-inner-mind-mapping https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7426-inner-mind-mapping Would a compass lie in honorary stateof a mind bogged down directionless?North and South oppositely freeze routine paths; bi-polarized where molecules slow down absolutely in good time taking a frigid second snow-shoed into the pass of an alpine memory. Stuck a bit reluctantly until the glacial meter maid tickets first then tows chill pointers fiord shriven. Ingraining the bed of snow blindness so my inner quest point relies heavily on storm-bound intuition. Lost in the cape of good hope and bound to a winter's cold snarl. Good things middle charts when shivering in blind tents where the lantern of ... more La-shout La-Shout Let Loose Tue, 19 Feb 2008 07:10:23 GMT /section-522-la-shout-let-loose#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7426 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7426 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7426 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7410-tramp-led-dreams https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7410-tramp-led-dreams He could have torn off the ad flogging the fish n chip shop but not understood the emptiness of a whistling queue and fullness of a wallet of ghosts. But a borrowed monocle covers only one faded eye and in a bent circle of smashed glass he knew of half blindness...and one-eyed sightedness and the blimp of sadness ever hovering overhead. He would have only void-looked through his pavement reckoning, smelling inner famine; shit-stained wishes a urine-framed paper plate and not enough food lately for even a modest puke And he spat vinegar visions and salt and thought of once crisp newspapers now delivering greasy gossip; splotched under dime headlines while the coy haddock belching curled  and the French Fries fail-crinkled to deliver him from a tasteless desire. ... more La-shout La-Shout Let Loose Mon, 18 Feb 2008 15:21:02 GMT /section-522-la-shout-let-loose#comments 6 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7410 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7410 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7410 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7382-the-word-on-the-water https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-7382-the-word-on-the-water The speech on     the stream      white-whispered      echoes and babbles        and bubbles             from an angry mountain          crag that ripped the guts           from a black cloud and spilt           its gore in a split torrent        of dropping wet-wisdom, mountain sliding through gullies (not hiding) yet streams (it seems) are not sodden   dreams but decisions       of sopping visions the         bob and nod and dip on             a long ocean trip...each                drip coaxed to unfold from                     Jesus tears to sweat and                          his fears; blood and bile                                spat Roman defiled                                   and Romulans                               then Reavers                         deceivers-then             jeweled each bayed Seether.         Fleeing believing and        tricking deceiving a molecule talks hydrogen walks and oxygen stalks twice  snubbing the      want of a quiet-killed            word.The word on                the water is scene-shaken                     lightly and stirred (or preferred)                          by a receiving sea; ocean ichors                           standard banks rusty anchors                      and the sweat-led wisdom;                 subterranean kingdoms            submerging each motion,         bursts surface       tension relentless snipping a   grey turf urge      tripping as the sun's          bony fingers             proboscis                 probed lingers                    licking and                       swigging ideas                          field-stripping                             above wet blanket                                covers as words wet                                    discovers cirrus                                     and seeding precipitous                                pleading, heaven ascension                           as ideals and themes and                        sorrowed damp dreams                     again combine a                  sublime setting,              forgiving         (forgetting?)    ... more La-shout La-Shout Let Loose Fri, 15 Feb 2008 14:59:24 GMT /section-522-la-shout-let-loose#comments 12 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/7382 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/7382 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A7382