A Hierarchy of Angels

Forgive me if I fail to see

The flattery in your Joie de vivre

Correct me if I’m insincere

In disregarding the context of your cheer

What’s left tomorrow is often the rejected

Frames of today

Distinguish yourself through honor

Open your heart to verite and

All the lies will fade away

Forgery of purpose is impossible

If dedication is one’s only vice

Destitution of promise is but

A reflection of internal strife

To calm such seas in tumult

Simply intuit the breath, exhaling

All denials and debilitating thrush

And such is the way

And such is the path

     To delve fully in such direction

     Is to submit to potent tracts

In truth there is forgiveness

In strength one finds the gravity of love

     In harmony there lives a peaceful serenade

     Serenity one could almost touch

As one walks the valleys of the parent

All allegories are revealed

When one accepts all that is as what is served

There will be a hierarchy of angels revealed

Judicious Slaves

If this, then that

ten of these, two of that

similar proportions, perpendicularity of pain, as seen

through a perpetuation of crunching number machines

Persistently fading into never-ever-land,

no matter what has and is or isn’t and won’t be done,

the hours extinguish and the pyre plays  

the final ashes of a flailing song

Solstices leap—

and jump higher—

than those vaunted beams—

oft balanced by the eyes of spoon-fed man

sometimes it feels,

as if the only oaths that matter,

are those force-fed regurgitations—regulations passed

from the mouths of invisible boss-men

to the hands that seed—unknowingly—

with the binding tenets graphed to flesh,

bound we become; bound we are

to propagate our own misfortunate scarring

They allow us what we think we want

they provide us with the thoughts they feed

empowering through asides and coercive acts

thus curating the souls path of arc

turning serf to purveyor,

whose own word of mouth marketing

is the pulpit, used as a vehicle for

convincing the misinformed,

that it’s in everyone’s best interests,

to keep the steel attached to lens

and they:

Satiate your promise

in all the vows you

break for them. 

Ensconcing your

fruition in all the lies

you’ve faked.

Judicious slaves

to toil evermore

bound to become

what we are

and what we’ve always been

                            the epitome

of the antithesis

         of all that’s truly free

A Radically Obstructed Existence

We watch the cockerel’s dance,

And dream to learn its dusted step

Through Sloth-screening,

Triamines exude noxious

Freedoms stirring

The vitreous resolve

Of canopies high,

Air Fiery floods

Upon flashbulb

Firmament.

Crooked arrow scars engrain

Burnt sienna brilliance

To the pigmentation of

The washroom serf

The silver contrasts the skin

Always following the tinny sounds—

The only music ever sung to him

The cigar still hangs its shadow-veins,

Finger and thumbnails strain the check-boxed page,

Calmly noting the indices newest casualty

How’s and why’s are questions never asked,

Yet, should the capon crown be out of place,

An inquisition will surely find the reason why

In halation’s after-lens,

The breathing understand there & then

There’s no escaping these rutted rails

For us, even in mort, liberation ever fails

Independence

Auditory shields withdrawn

         Unveiling the perplexities of paradoxical revelry

As freedom chimes the chalice brim

With golden spoons and self-satisfactory grins

         On this day some time prior,

Atop this very soil independence alit desire

 Through violent means and refusing coils

A snake once tread was draped in silence

Entertaining the truce beset before

Pandering swiftly because and for

Sentient creations bright and biased

Mindful only to the severed silence

Accompanying the loops beneath

Underpinnings of dream and feast

Many still free to suffer

While the morally indigent smugly sit,

In fabrics befitting of fancied queens and kings

         Smirking their usurping smiles

Daring to outline those sins that assailed against

As they detail painful occurrence

Resulting from illicit trysts and fits

        

         And yet they suffer still,

As undigested beast and swine

Foully stutter beneath their belly lines

         Dousing gluttony’s grit

With each reddened chalice

         Tipped throughout periods of shortened time

Contrast this suffering

 To the scraps denied

         Those tables where true patriots dine

Happy to live and breath in a land that’s free

         Content to rest heads at night

Knowing love has blessed each of them

         That anything is possible

Despite the outstretched necks and noses snubbed

          Piling their plates with oppressive “love”

 As those stuffed tummies

         Bobble like gelatinous cubes

Amused by parlays wagered upon

         The distance made by children of a common man

Night terrors pass

As lightning affixes a midnight sky

Erupting pulsars

Loaded high

Where snakes stain the hands of children

Both rich and poor

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Evading Bedouin tags

 Once reserved

For clouted men

In silken rags

And those defined

By poverty

 Somaticizing

As the tides shuffle in a darkened moon

The earth hides its vegetation under

Blankets of sleep

         Sounds of starlight whispers

         Take a bow

         As curtains retract

         Illuminating annualized Passion plays

All ills rescind

All sins forgiven

For but invariable lengths of minutes spent

On a hill

Or in the stands

Above the skyline

Looking out

Alone

Or in the company of many

Where outlooks are for the moment

Unified

 Overlooking oceans and seas

From far off lands caressed by sandy sheets

To elaborate palatial escapes in the east

                           Palettes shift

                           In shade and hue

                           Assumptions bleed well into

                           The extravagance blinding the sight of stars

                           As the orchestral movements carve their niche

                           All eyes become enriched

                                    From Presidents to hoodwinked fool

On this night, independence and hope comes alive for you