Pathos of Recalcitrance

of course i lie
i’m only human

that aside, one sick of liars
i can justify my libel
yours, i dare not ponder freely

far beyond this ten-foot pole

your willful words of skillful squander
dangle at aberrant angles
fraught with such finagled ire

were that i could only trust you
unlike me, your ship has sailed
destined for abhorrent harbor
drowned in ardor so reviled

solely, to the death, indignant
figments framed as picture-perfect
truth absconded, lost in the morass

endless grabs for abstract fragments
stabbing blindly at the dark
puzzles pieced extemporarily
tenuously strung as art

how you manage without tire
mystifies the misled mind
wandering through gaslit tunnels

taciturn, you spurn the last
this pathos of recalcitrance
sits pithless to the bitter end

[image credit: J.W. Fores]

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Our Condition

this dream that teems with emptiness
is one I know so well
for it permeates the essence
of existence

despite how it may seem
on the surface of this shell
its reality looms ever
in the distance

the laughter that you hear
is the mirror reflecting tears
transmutated by a diligent subconscious

even when I smile
it is to subjugate my fears
in a world where judgment rules
such fools as Pontius

if I appear serene
it is only to belie
every tempest ever brimming
from within

the depth of this despair
has breached the realm beyond repair
and it’s all that I can bear
not to give in

the worst might never be
save to say this lonesome curse
will afflict the hearts of all
who dare exist

that we will never know
any truth by what is shown
the disgrace of our condition
e’er persists

Man

man can move
the tallest mountains
make the oceans
swell with pride
etch impressions
on the surface
seen by lands
from far away
draw the blood
of life’s sustaining
plunder veins
of precious veil
arrogate
that of their choosing
reap the spoils
not of their labor
whilst denying
those in need
pluck the freedom
of the weary
bask in spoils
acquisitioned
through the treachery
of fear
e’er oppress
the sex deemed lesser
dressed in superficial robes
deviate
the disenfranchised
propagate
a web of lies
willfully mislead
a nation
painting plots
of false depiction
trampling the rights
of humans
progress
without introspection
disregarding
consequences
wrought
without critical thought
heedlessly consuming resource
bred to bleed
by way of force
commandeering
nature’s order
veering unto
undue course
man alone
possesses function
poised to foster
prosperous peace
sadly
by the will of madmen
all succumb
to reckless aims
fraught with shame
to shun the conscience
consciously exacting fate
writhing
underneath the surface
dominated by duress
misappropriated purpose
pacifying pointless pleas
compromising love’s convention
laying in a bed
of dolor
draped
in diligent denial
piling dirt
brings darkened skies
all is lost
for sake of ego
forgoing the cost
of life
flagrant fervent
self-obsession
wrought by flippant
fool’s compliance
legacy is soon forgotten
fantasy perpetuates
’til we’ve felled
our final bastion
cast away
by our own hand

Sapient Wastrels Subsisting

transmuting mutable emotions
into tragic projections
aired triumphant

the essence of our dissonance
flaunting our afflictions
through depictions of despair

in proud parades of pride displayed
disguised as introspection
devised of indignation

feral fears of primeval impel
fostering our fates
in lives surrendered to placation

impending skies of false illusion
looming truth e’er nigh
belying belief that all is for naught

lost amid the bliss of artifice
remiss to mind the cost
as sapient wastrels subsisting

Spurned Species

of all notions deemed outlandish
it seems the credence in our own emotivity
worn upon sleeves of sloe
bereaves its own existence
like a pestilent disease
whence indoctrination grasps virgin mind

malleable and vitiable
to vitriol of vicious avail
vanquishing our most vital faculty
of perspicacity in the periods most poignant
for psychological development
during the flash of formative
efficaciousness so crucial
for the fostering of bonds
not bound by affectations
nor forged by fear of failure’s wrath

through the ever waning window
of erstwhile potential
suspending our biological propensity for sapience
spiraling into speciesism
and sexism based disparities
of such expansive proportion
as to encompass every aspect
of our species
spurring spurious peroration
proposed by patriarchal pathologies
of impudent poise

A Saltwater Pillow

a saltwater pillow
a seabed of sacrifice
halted souls
crucified
beset through no fault of their own

heaving the weight of imminence
awaiting reply
denied of static reflection
from strident pleas
stricken with lost redemption

calling to arms
of open embrace

to turn and face
these fears we hold fervent
through mirrors not of spurned inquisition

to yearn for such tears
sprawling from visions propitious
where no bridge shall burn
come the falling of night

and the weary shall rest
upon plumes not behest of ruinous provenance

with nary a jest to be heard
from the passive prose of pain
transposed into peals of shaming

so those yet remaining
could claim to know freedom
that needn’t bear force
hailing from implores of heedless empire

for virtuous deeds
do not harbor ill will
from beyond barbed partitions
poised to repudiate
the porous skin stretching
so pious to bypass our sins

long since showing pellucid
to bare our every known truth
now effusively blaring
the state of this wretched condition
none dare would call human