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
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.
