Part I.
On days bearing the
consistencies eminently so sound as they do this sector of time’s stage, the
coat of the gray squirrel, bushy tail and all, blends unperceptively into the
shaded horizon that is quite often found upon such fall forays. In regards to resonation, a prism cannot
encounter beams colorful enough to de-cloud these evocations from the being
hidden deeply beneath my shell. To me,
during such instances, I find a keen relation, a kinship to, those men and women,
who bear the countenances of the faceless victims, that comprise many of the
characters within Foucault’s masterful tome.
Part II.
In regards to the
bellicose and vain, I fray the skirt that bears appellation to this couture’s
claim. Vagrancies of exposition, trifle
through, traipsing cross the valance of charm in space, as encountered chancily,
when spoken through those lost rhythms, in circumference, of a singular destiny
spun, by the marsupial nightshade weeping saltine solvencies, over bended page,
cross-haired and fileted, by the dampening fleece, crooked both in depth and
scheme, whereas such tonalities bellow beneath the wherewithal spun fibrously,
masking, completely the couplets coined, compellingly fleeing the soundscape
rendered by a dissatisfactory spectacle hindered by slumbering parameters.
Part III.
Within diameter’s
foraging lines of spatiality, brays, both beckoned and intravenously embossed
by superficial undertows, form in fragility, through the colloquial jaunts, too
often spent in the prominence teemed through the professing vocalizations
emitted, by those aligned through a spiritual subservience, uninhibitedly impelling
canvasses their usual spread, flared out as deceptive turns were rife to
stir. It is not fairness that guides the
devious, in search, always seeking, to barter their tomorrows, by exchanging
hungers with the pauper’s guild. And therein lays the covenant created, where a
hunger steeped in tangibility is traded for a hunger for the power. The feast presented to these malnourished
indigents, was rightfully deemed by he that sought ultimate power, for he that
provides sustenance to the underfed, forever more, shall be deemed righteous in
such people’s eyes. This spectacular
arraignment, in and of itself, promulgates the effectiveness of strategic
posturing.
Part IV.
Herein, are but
cacophonies, wastelands of effigies, asymmetric to the plotter’s quilts that
coquettishly commingle adjacently, to the barren nook predicating the sprawl of
vales. Over-extension, brings about the perceived timelessness of equation, a
hallucinatory combination, an elixir bred to inspire, upon brindled spits, the stirring
favor, that through it’s entrancing sensuality of scent are effectively useful
ploys, time and time to come; easy are the hungered, blameless are such whose
flesh falls in pronation’s guile, for to such martyrdom, is as has been, since
the birthed touch of desperation. The conflagrations found carry greatness in
their appeals, where, through timid reciprocity, our forbearers insinuated
different meanings for journeys of identical design, and each within such foundries
would behave, undoubtedly finding their beings swayed by one’s sense of
justification deemed appropriately.
Distracted then become, the voracious sprawls of signatory resignation,
the first formation of the grand design, that, now, herein, such minutiae, is
revelatory in what truth is finally availed.
The separatists and their voiceless apparitions, ooze forth a morose
temper. Although they choose not to
speak prominently before the court of decisive gains, they are evolutionarily
superior to most creatures to grace this frosted earth. Undercut by the arrogance of this burgeoned
being, they make promises to nature herself, where their every forward
movement, will be implemented for, aside from sustaining their own needs, the
purpose counteracting all efforts motioning by these architects. They are not a people who typically join in
any side where revolution is the likelihood of outcomes, yet these so called
creators, speak of promises and prosperities to come, are not speaking to their
underlying plan. The hungered and
misrepresented only see routes to fulfillment and ask not the needed questions,
they care not from where these beings originated, and as to why, out of all the
lands, they chose our dwelling space for this promised cradle of theirs. Underneath the political, is a devious deception
here at play, and if not for these wood-folk, would be conducted without
opposition. What appears too fortunate,
unfortunately is often quite it’s opposite.
What detriments seem relegated to subtlety alone, are often the monsters
we choose not to face, yet imminently will be guided by. They choose to ravage our mother, extract her
nutrients for their own behalf.
Certainly they will blanket this world with their veils of prosperity,
creating a time unlike any other experienced before, especially for these folk
that become the spine of their infantry toward any who dare question the
rationale provided to. Any question of
uprising, and stir of those that demand truthful understanding, are squelched
before alterations could deter the plans they have set forth.
Part V.
This is the monster, the
beast unspoken, they that appear of no lands known, and bear tremendous gifts,
with but a sparing repayment owed. It is
these that travel from system to system, terraforming habitats to their own
necessities, sucking clean what makes this world our own. The further along the balance blossoms
toward, the gifts dwindle, and when their true appearances are finally shown,
upending will then, be impossible to guard against.
Shared with Open Link Night at D'Verse, where every Tuesday the pub opens up at 3pm and all poets are invited to link up any type of poem to share with the world. And for those who might not be in the sharing mood, well, that is also perfectly acceptable, simply hop on in, pull up a chair and get your fill on some of the best poetry on the web.
Shared with Open Link Night at D'Verse, where every Tuesday the pub opens up at 3pm and all poets are invited to link up any type of poem to share with the world. And for those who might not be in the sharing mood, well, that is also perfectly acceptable, simply hop on in, pull up a chair and get your fill on some of the best poetry on the web.
