Disheveled Ignorance

Lines blur as energies emancipate,

Time becomes just an artifact clinging to the nail,

While we are all made of flesh and red is the

Color of blood, the hand of the present hour darkens the premise that commingles with the air…

Mankind is blue on the inside…

Stereotypes distort the freedom our forefathers so selflessly fought for…

Castes depress the potential from perhaps the most brilliant of minds… but never mind…do not be concerned, with that does not defect you….keep on blinking…as innocence is belied…forced to till the fields at dawn…until sweat merges with the blood of the never spawned…

Platelets…meshing in skewered coercion

Marrow…corroding reality, separating the sinew from the bones broken during a midday matinee…in dream…we flail

Yet we are capable of so much more…more than shaking ourselves clean and clear…we are leagues better than those that witness the warped branches of the abhorred…perhaps even smiling as we avert our eyes

And then from those trees, where no leaf shall ever grow again, we may sigh…wondering where the breath begins…

Imagination In A Time Of Denial

I’m not sure what I was thinking, as if what’s been static for thirty-eight years would change in the blink of an eye. No, thinking like that is what people keep to themselves, yet, I continuously slip open the side of the drapes, crinkle over the edge of the blinds, and peek, out into the world beyond these walls, where, lo and behold, the same image that’s been etched into these eyes for my entire life, was still as it had always been.

Then I closed my eyes, pondering deep within.  Here, I traveled to some other realm, a place where nothing seemed or felt the same.  The beauty was outrageous, the air so pure and fresh.  My eyes were then reawakened by the unfamiliar smile spawned upon my face.

Quickly I went to the window, pushed the drapes slightly to the side, crinkled over the edge of blind and peered outside.  It was here, at this time, that I realized, for the first time in my life, everything, everything I’d ever known, had changed, and the pinch felt as real as it ever had.

A Spectre's touch

You aren’t like me

never have, not at all

It’s also true that you’ll never be

and that’s a truth I’ll happily call

The devil in a junkyard

His henchmen out at play

creepers lurking in the scars

scaring the lightning bugs away

Bone justice’s betrothed to us

Here now we’ve been wed; forever joined in vows just bled

Never strayed can we be, forever is not but a rhyming melody

What began as lust, now owns my unrequited trust

I don’t care about those painful words that they speak

I ignore the lies; I damn their pain

You’re the only one I’ll ever need; you’re all I’ve ever sought to seek

And if the truth aches deep in you, we’ll damn it all and start anew

you might strike fear within some,

seeing the ghost that you’ve become,

but I’ll never flee, I’ll never run

…and yes, it is true

You aren’t like me; you’ve never been and never will

For I’m dead to life, or so they say,

And you’re alive, living life through all I believe

A spirit resting peacefully still

Hidden from a world

Whose truth

Only you can truly see

Absence of Vision

There is an absence of vision

Posited before the eye

There is an apparition

Friendly, yet denies

Daylight

Borrowed

Aura’s penance

Reluctantly

Allows

The absence to pass

Can a fever charm a smile from an automaton?

Can tips feel, once severed from their sanctity?

Can a tactile sting, surge permission, to limbs, only ever knowing, numbness of permafrost?

Larks & Fits

A vitreous demeanor—

Demonstratively clear,

Passion of a cider mill—

Flowing forth, beneath/around, a sip from carousal’s cup

Adroitly passive, with each subsequent turn—

About, upon, whirl then turn towards, a hardscrabble carousel on an unrequited tea-cup grid

Ascending scales of rose:

Conjugating hybrid (in) tensions

Disseminating salient intentions

Discouraged, dissuaded days

Rupture complicity unto craven shears

Just to pose, a certain patter,

Varicosity in disjointed petulance,

Mingle amongst the fragrance

Hindering redolence, served by larks and fits

The idyllic complexion of Veracity,

Cozened by truncation, short-snippet,

In times of frozen aperture

Descending scope of roves  

Fly swat willow; abruptly brewed

Bimanous, despite (in) flexion

Paramour in inflection

Encouraged by persuaded nights,

Floriated chastity, up to intrepid sheers

Juxtaposed with portent smidgens

Excogitative, quadrated intemperance

Luxate, adrift from collectiveness

Facilitating Hyposmia through larks & fits

The flawed distortion of artifice

Unfeigned by sapience,

In times of brittle aperture

Within, atop, a fecund carousel

Invigorated spritely with each whirl

Exuding astern, carousal’s cup

Prurience extracted

Illustratively chimerical—

An expurgation of deportment