Category: Observational

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Tales Untold

forced
into a crowded room

never
will that moment leave me

savagely
they barked their orders

all but one
was made to follow

unable
for reasons unknown

still
they beat him

heavy metal
tracers did surround his face

wailing
like a dog
in death throes

begging
for some form of mercy

slowly
it kept creeping toward me

his ever growing pool
of fresh blood

finally
it stopped

until they dragged him
to the room adjacent

ragged stewards
rushed in with mops

frantic to erase
the cold truth

blaring from the
windowed hallway

still
they struck him

struck him
still

never
was there any question

this man
had done nothing wrong

all that they had seen
was black

the color of his human flesh

for what it seemed
he surely passed

neither the first
nor the last

silent
is the call for justice

plastic badges
shine as gold

exacting
their will
at leisure

as black men suffer
tales untold

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Apropos Creation?

sometimes in life
it’s all you can do
not to hang from the end
of a dangling noose
when ideals falter
from altered epiphanies
self-imposed litanies
taunt us as truth

reasons unclear
hearken feelings concise
as we slowly succumb
to scopolamine nights
on a hollow dimensional plane
of feigned platitudes
sorrowful vice
desperate pleas seeking quietude

labeled as sacrilege
should we repair
to undo the heedless act
of summoning us here
where an iron fist reigns
with such ironic scrutiny
e’er you should mention
proactive acuity

still, none dare question
’til quietus calls
of that which our parents
paid no mind at all
the stigma, long-standing
insists these facades
are gifts that cannot be revoked
but by god

how oddly beholden
to cognitive bias
that we forgo logic
and deign ourselves pious
to then misappropriate
most hypocritically
fate in itself
with such flagrant defiance

if only our efforts
were aimed toward reality
instead, we sacrifice all
for mere fantasy
lacking the merit
to make the distinction
between fact and metaphorical depiction

we must make the choice
to adhere to a mindset
consisting of ethics
not pandered by pretense
for should we persist
to exist with such dissonance
life itself will soon submit
to obsolescence

[image credit: Louis Wain]

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Accept, Allow

red, green, and blue

black, white, and gray

quiddity
is not a crime

if not for your lips
as they rest on your face

would your kiss then
no longer be yours

is ego content
with ill-gotten conclusion

your virtue
my heart doth avow

to all the world
this
i shall ever aver

requite not these words
with the burden of speech

in tacit skies
we remain boundless

unwinding allusions
to infinite realms

where idyll
submits not
to idealization

 

 

[image credit: Vittorio Zecchin]

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In Truth

in truth

i am nothing

if not
for this
suffering

fleshed
of sighs

in nuanced
rebuttal

abjection
from sanity

lost

spectrums span
ceaselessly

i dare be sworn

to behold

the bane
of my dedition

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Man-Made Mood

suicide
can swoon you
come the solstice moon’s
return

in spite of its obsequious attendance
on the fives and tens

some would even say
it was romantic

though i’m not inclined
to justify your prying
either way

airing such affairs
errs most uncouth
besides this documenting

circumstances
spare no time to tarry

only in the spongecake
of a soft and silky
skull-bound stockade

does a tolerance
evince

alas, these are but
ramblings
of a mordant
man-made mood

so pardon me
for pissing
on your balsamine
impatiens

[image credit: Frantisek Kobliha]

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Lost Expression

all that i desire to say
can be found lost in my expression
enshrouded by archaic airs
arbitrary to my intentions

are these conscious thoughts of truth
in conflict with my hidden layers
or is it pretense so aloof
driving rifts through solemn lair

this much i may never know
and such it is i must accept
that all i might forever show
should be not what my heart reflects

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Hearsay What?

few exist as piteous
as those swayed
by the plague of hearsay

regaled by despiteous
imposters desperate entreaties

cunningly devised
in ways that play
to every preconception

disarming unwitting parties
of their competent discretion

unbeknownst to whom
would be distraught
with shame by such imprudence

if they could thus comprehend
the gravity of their congruence

sadly, were they to be disavowed
of their misapprehension

consciously their mind would disallow
truth through dissociation

as cognitive dissonance
would pardon their disreputation

safe from any consequence
befitting of their resignation

wont are we as humans
to surrender our hallowed intentions

in spite of our knowing better
still, we submit without question

rather than making the effort
to consider all positions

we would sooner spurn the victim
guilty by their word’s omission

stayed by shame of prohibition
knowing what we dare not mention

so it is that we condemn
those innocent to false convictions

meanwhile, those responsible
for inciting such accusations

revel in the glory
misappropriated by deception

left without a moral
that would suit such an affront to ethics

such truths will perpetuate
for humankind is that pathetic

[image credit: George Cruikshank]

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Sure Then

this existence

has lost its appeal

— “i’m sorry, what was that?”

please excuse me for one moment…

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that’s right… it never had any to begin with!

 

 

∼carry on then∼

 

[image credit: Francisco Tamagno]

 

 

 

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Dissevering

 

never were worlds so condensed

 

crushing sounds of chaos crashing

 

the eve of shattered shells

shackled in rippling clamor

torn beyond arm’s length

 

bracing memories of bartered being

the aching void of absent panacea

 

toiling for passage

the sting of earned lament

 

forthwith abandoned

to stations conflicted by minds unsound

long trodden in tumult’s refrain

 

what burdens we carry in these chains we so cherish

fighting the sins born of heaven

hammering down upon hapless casts of dissevering clay

 

complexions so fragile

never straying from the vaulted eden of  sanity’s mind

 

ceaseless hordes

in planate procession

 

fools fraught with erstwhile fixation

betraying the worth of the words carved unyielding

 

through the infamy of torrid tempest

feigned in fluster

with haste, forgotten

 

but some flourish ephemeral

 

~querabus in acquiescence

nonpareil without parallel~

 

sweltering seamen scout the echoing seas

to plunder the gifts of god’s glory

 

treasures unknown

to inhabit our hearts

 

belying these stagnant disfigured illusions

 

should gentle grace ameliorate

and the rapids arrive at a quietus lull

 

-they say voices spout melodies stealing the wind-

 

and here,

this pen spreads jilted verse with piteous affectation

in shades of redundant avowal

 

this, the pilfer of poets and priests

only in the threads of ethereal thought, does truth reign

 

neither bound by scientific bane

nor beholden to  idle slight of ideal

 

the essence of knowledge sublime

 

that we find the one

and the other in spirit

when realms of spent flesh beckon nigh

 

we shall yet persist      –      in tether and thyme

 

the warmth of unspoken goodwill

stirs the ocean’s heart humble

like the fiery swells of our wounded earth’s rain

 

a feeling which none are to have known

ere we wander into the borealis of the soul’s aura

 

wading into the florid confluence

to taper off in eased undulation

neath the umbral sway of a burgeoning berth

[image credit: Tallmadge Doyle]

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Expire & Expel

our path has been chosen
by extrinsic forces
of dubious nature
on dangling carrots

posture and pith
from prostrate pathologies
intended to mend
fallow marrow maligned

strike hard
with thy naked appendage
impetuously

rend the high heavens
to tend thy text of crimson

cringing
in sidelong assumption

asserting to assuage the rage
riling others

a scythe
guarding blighted complexions

inflections of fiction
and lucid diffusion

confused by fuel pilfered
resourcing fates fiery

blazoning skies with effusion askew
by shadows eschewing
a charlatan’s love song

of sins inquisitioned
petitions since signed
all by silent submission

a wish begets naught
fraught with wisdom so dismal
appointed of self

sitting high
upon thrones of a thornless affliction

depicted tribunals of perilous impugn
and ruinous lexicons
hewn e’er anew

in lieu of a logic
no worth would lament for

to bellow the testaments
wrists sworn to masters

whose mustered perceptions predate precedent
predation of prideful impasse
nigh persistent

en masse and en vogue

as vague as eroded engravings
bestowed upon visages
vaunting of stark raving fools
who once gave up reason

sought e’er to appease
the internalized treason
with a tepid trepidation

to rectify constructs
through statues erected

their muse left neglected
bereft of the conquest
left factious
to sift through the sands
of said infidels fallen
reign of silt
failure-tainted

by tales, none can tell
if by audience quelled
spelled out involuntarily
vomit omitted

spit self-evinced victors
cresting lecterns ghost-flecked
by cleft-tongues cloaked most wicked

a sickness of man’s
heedless witness to warring
swarms breeding unbridled
imbrued with the bloodshed

a branding on blemished hands

time had forgotten

winced seconds
with soul rot
whence witlessly wrought

by savages sowing the brood
of their breast
by the roost of its beast

and dawn’s spawned beset by the wresting
with excess
and behest projected
of a faceless god’s
faith lost in fluster and fostered

through dreams none have seen
reach the gates of fruition

chagrin nestles parchment
from bouts sprayed with sanguine
mouths dripped
dropped agape

spewing greatness insisted
insipid as crackled paint
curling to a crumble

yet no lesser humble
addressing the sun

this purposeful refuse
usurped a prone species
whose pieces now pepper

the crusts of the cosmos
and corners of orifices
set to greed’s sating

beheading the state
of our sanctity stolen

and sanctioned existence
exiled to expire
and expel

[image credit: Sergius Hruby]

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