Tragic Witness

Coliseums of departed faiths,

where all equilibrium forfeits,

Imbalanced by how the

Ground once shook

I am but a victim of such

Tragedy.

I watched it all.

And heard everything as well.

Therefore

I am resigned

To a life

Forever stained

With such sights

And sounds

And I force myself back probably far too often than advised

Trying, to find a way to save but one, perhaps then, it would

Be such a face my memories today would continuously trace.

Tried out a bit of different voice here and went with more of a choppy, sputtering type of style.

Central Waters

listen to ‘Central Waters’ on Audioboo

A varied strain upon forgetful sins

where therapeutic measurements

may strangely dictate, a stance of

protracted ignorance when deep

bruising’s unearth— It is often

sage advice, to shatter all and any,

large to shard, splices of contradiction

that could undermine the shared experience

of the truthful tone—

Breaking this façade, where all time heals old wounds, in

mental mannerisms bound to suffering, is but a known agitation of

the scars of ones past, buried, interred well beyond what

even surface logic could detect, is but a diviner of internal

justice, foretelling the honesty that pervades this directionless

mass of indiscretion, known, to this point, as the last known remnants

of what was but a partially-lived, previous existence.

Vague perimeters are constructed,

shielding feral interference from indiscriminately rearing its unwelcomed range of questioning—the signals spike when patterns of

detrimental discourse are urged before a susceptible crowd….we ask not, what eventually becomes of such words….

You came to CENTRAL WATERS

to see what you could find

You came to CENTRAL WATERS

with deception burdening your mind

You came to CENTRAL WATERS

to see if still a light could shine

You came to CENTRAL WATERS

yet the lies have bound you blind

To discover what is delivering concurrent

is but a vestige of re-creation, a smiting taste

of the venom, in which forced us from our homes

Unknowingly this led us in search of new terrain,

offering many tears to shed, for the boundaries blurred before

yet, in spite of intent, you re-acclimate the buried strains

siring futures laced by burden; inciting…an advanced discourse of pain 

You came to CENTRAL WATERS

to find yourself a home

You came to CENTRAL WATERS

to evade those forces unopposed

You came to CENTRAL WATERS

for the promise of rebirth

You came to CENTRAL WATERS
for the lore spoken of in poem

Instead of finding freedom

you’ve spread the shackles of disdain

despite the promise spoken of in verse

your presence has once again, awoken forth this curse

They took you in, they cleansed your wounds and made

you, a stranger, one of their own—only to become a facsimile of the place you’ve tried run from

Where at first promise flourished amidst your grasp,

all seemed deistic to such the whetted glance—but

paradise, to an infectious scourge, is but a wealth for

this virus to explore—

You came to CENTRAL WATERS

thinking the past had been disowned

You came to CENTRAL WATERS

with only the best intentions planned

Yet, as is the case with purity,

it only takes but a singular encounter

to forever redefine its form

Yet, as is the case with poetry,

it harvests all emotion, as the tempest’s seeds be sown

where infliction redresses its viral chords

bludgeoning the innocent’s chaste accord

with an evil…an evil distinctly your own…

Another Tuesday is upon us, and the lovely Natasha is tending bar over at D'Verse for Open Link Night.  Make sure you stop on by and enjoy the amazing poetry that permeates the night.  

On a side note, been kind of out of it the past few days, really didn't get much of anything accomplished.  I did get a chance to read, Manic Daily's wonderful posting about the "Unexpected," she wrote for this past Saturday's Poetics though. 

I also read through many of the poems linked up, and have to say, I just didn't have it in me to reply, to do much of anything really, but out of the twenty or thirty poems I personally was able to read, outstanding is the word that consistently came to mind.   It was a great theme, and I actually spent a good deal of time pondering it, to which, sparked an idea for a short story.  For those with the time and care to read, I did post it over at my wordpress site.

Furlongs Past Fatigued

Upon the ragged tundra, a million laps begin,

where hackneyed sins, force weight to future stakes,

embellishing their takes, commingling deception with fact

Chimney-black, the hearts oft dance

in charcoaled ignorance—where ignobility dines

upon the earliest defined, inhibitions unkempt

while hope tempts us to believe in our truths,

It only takes but a single proof—the smallest of reservations

to incite the darkest of desperations—our breath and blood disturbed

By filters unnerved— drained and strained but dirty still,

to the brims each were filled—but none the pretty things can stay

as only fractures remain—powerless, inert

Upon the ragged earth, a trillion strides hinge

where hackneyed sins, distort the future stakes

embellishing the penances man makes—in whole or asunder

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I thought I'd play around with forms.  Not sure if this is an actual form or not, but what I did was: 15 lines with a structured rhyme pattern

a b     d e    g h    j k    m b

b c     e f     h i     k l    b  c

c d     f g     i  j     l m   c  a

Last word links back to the first half of the first line in the first stanza

Anyhow thought I'd do something a bit different this week for Open Link Night.  Doors open up shortly, at 3pm.  So head on over to D'Verse for some amazing poetry, and while you're there, share a poem of your own.  Cheers