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Sunday, May 19, 2013

Blind Embers Of Motivation


(S)Categorically frenetic
     Suffocating on the brine
              Bloated by the expectations of lunacy
The moon, its vapors
Unveiling premonitions
Ravaging the waking hours
With the addictions set in dream

Clarity is boring,
Facetious knowledge thrusts forward
As if the audience is nothing but a mass of ignorance
Collected in awe of your deepest recollections

The truth of emeritus is the dagger of gold in search of silver
     Vanity, a distraction to unparalleled degree
              Ask and you’ll be known as he who is without
                       Stare in silence and the curiosity will devour                                       you from the inside out.
Striations aligned
Subluxation pared
We are there and here
We alone create our own definitions of fear

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

The Extinguished Revival of the Contemporary Arsonist





It’s not what takes place at the birth and
death of every hour, but instead, what symmetries are provided upon the thirties— dividing lines of power

Amidst a veil of tragedy,
an encapsulating entity reveals itself
to be, a personality of untapped
potentiality, a reason for forbearance, a reason
to atone what’s been lost by disdainful blows

Amidst the reaches of escape,
to which our tragedies often follow flow,
we can enunciate the possibility of rendering
useless, through the daunting effects they often play

No longer must we wallow in our pitiful seas of
sweat and fear.  No longer is it necessary to dream alone in black and grey.  Now exposed, a new destination ignites the
sparks to which we pour our promises into, offering the symbolisms of hope and the prayer that shall lead us down an enlightened path

However, consequence is always alive in every choice there is to be made….

              Those that harrow our escape, can include what would be soured at during any other given time, yet in such spots as these, the finer points are buried beneath the opened windows that this new brand of savior here completes

Amidst a veil of tragedy, an encapsulating personality reveals itself.  It is here where we eagerly agree to its many hidden terms, where it dethrones us of our combative sense of self-loathing, and leads us up the peaks, to a world completely concealed by the bountiful wonders that shield us from evil’s corrosive eye. 

Yet, to such a choice, consequentiality demands repayment of our contracts stipulations.  Here, we find our chains forever freed, yet still, we must substitute one oppressor for the next, as we find ourselves knelled to their feet, offering up our fealty, bare and ever-more-forever frightfully exposed.   

To such ends, we mind not the burden caused by our individualized subservience.  For it’s not the expressions…no, it is the expressions, glazed upon our family and friends, which make extinguishing conflagration’s kiss, a sacrifice we’d, without doubt, if revisit we ever must, willfully renew, without a bat of lash or a shy of eye.

Together, forge forth and forward recall all the reasons why, we began onto such onsets, striving to, not complete victorious trots about a central stage, but, to do only what we can, and try, is, at last check, synonymous with the definition that embodies the spirit of man

Stop on over to D'Verse where Open Link Night will take its usual spot on the Tuesday Night place to be list.  Doors open at 3pm and it gets crowded really quick, with the party running all night long and longer.  So, write a poem, post it on your site then use the link tool at D'Verse to share your work with the D'Verse community, where a plethora of amazing poetry is always on display. Cheers 

Monday, May 21, 2012

Freedom of Fireflies


Making fireflies
         with a devil in disguise
and with wings like mine
                  I’ll be lucky to fly
 half as high
                           once the evening tires

Making fireflies
                  with demons in denial
and with wings like mine
         I’ll be fortunate
to quiver calm 
                   beneath their pyre
                   

Above—above and beyond
close to the sun
         too close for one
determined to shine
                  from the wealth it sends
 gleaming, glowing
         longing to be-friend, a firefly,
alive in every beam 
              it’s light shall find 
the location of enslaved fire
                              

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

A Disconsolate Turns to The Dark Arts for Emotional Support


Tranquility harnessed, by the reigns of fatigue
Birthed by void, cold and terse
Inner-cynics, sparring foot and knee
Balance wavers, so moves forth this curse

Of vapored redress, dark clouds disperse
The covens held, in primal view
A razor shakes, verse to blackened verse
Scratched tongues affirm, each the fears are true

The cauldron’s bewitching path
Its secrets revealed at last
 In highest boil the water finds
Prophecies, both cruel, divine

And standstill you become, paralyses renew
As stake-laid fibers rise again, turning circles will the rope
To tighten knots secure to throat, letting pressure guide its noose
Upon the stains of past, memories faucet empties hope

Paler does the skin then cry, fraying urge faint to cope
As suffocation screams for air, fastest ever beats do start
Strain to push blood’s flow, in this, life’s final trope
First the limbs lilt in languor, and then cede does the broken heart


I thought about composing something especially for Valentine's Day, but instead went this route.  Stop on by to D'Verse for their weekly Open Link Night, read all the great poetry linked up and even link up one of your own.  Pub opens at 3pm.  See you there.

Friday, January 20, 2012

A Hunt For Home


Dancing on silkscreen
Wings weighted by the
Worms it finds…. Fluttering away

First floor Heaven, second Hell
In between, there’s a world that shouldn’t be

Basement grounded cement moist
Attic heated surrounded by dust and plastic

As a child,
I was told fairy tales,
Where a family finds that perfect place,
To live, to love, to share

Today,
I believe I see all that here

Sunday, January 15, 2012

A Convergence


Angry Gnomes, Troglodytes and invisible assassins
Converge at blind-man’s hollow

Heart.

Giant lush scene-stealing scenic-distemper engorges upon the valleys of lavender dream-like bursts of brush, seemingly from some planet yet to be named.  Tides too famous to appear here and now, have just come awash.  With an ever-alluring, pinch of crushing adoration, and a fickle sentiment of teenage-type, schoolyard infatuation swallowing me wholly, the water, caresses in a loving yet reverential fashion and it has since anointed every inch of me, blanketing my aperture in a cloud of foam and vegetation. 

Vin number…scratched away
Foreign symbols take their place
Spiders, legs for arms, arms for legs
         A disjointed sense of ownership
         Without a feasible trace of genealogy
Yet
         Someplace in the shell itself…
There must be something, anything
         That can help identify point of origin

Why bother, you might say?

Well…it’s important, that’s why.
And I know,
 This probably wasn’t the answer you had in mind

But at present…
It’s all I have.