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.

Some Tines

Polemic swivels, shifts and skirts

Ridges of blaspheme, course roots of dearth

Blending to a curse

Asphyxiation

Breaths captured in the plastic interlude

There comes a chapter

Some moment upon page

Random by designation

Various in degree

You’ll feel the exchange is never-ending

You’ll floss the fabric aside

Worn thin and ragged

Ennui plots of time

Stagnation echoes

Noshing daily

Beneath the cord

Perpendicular; strange

Tines protrude

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Auditory shields withdrawn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

***

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