Deviants & Demagogues

the culture of our ignorance
extends beyond indoctrination
and bleeds into the heart of contempt
espousing answers to the questions
we dare never ask
embracing with our dying breath
from high atop perches of condemnation
beliefs that somehow never warranted our own research
in spite of this, we clench our fists
demanding to be heard
as though our lack of knowledge
were somehow worthy of respect
inundating those who have spent
their efforts toward due diligence
with furious fits of hearsay
comprised of cookie-cutter sentiments
bereft of relevance
yet bearing consequences grave
assuring the allure
of a lifetime of corporate enslavement
for nowhere is it written
save the pages since turned ash
the urgent plight of humankind
and that of mother nature
there is no word
that ever could hold hope to thus describe
the insurmountable disparity
that lies between those in power
and those granting the power
who’s rotting carcasses are carelessly piled
composing heaping mounds of mountains
upon which the privileged few audaciously stand
as though they were so proud and tall
in rising to the call
of their self-serving pathological disregard
for every writhing soul
over which they lust to gain control
the problem is in and of itself
one of our very human nature
rooted in the innate desire
to want what is best for all
its downfall can be found in the anomalous mutations
that dictate from the dormant hearts
of deviants turned demagogues

Roseate Lips

having read
the words
i had written

i lay somber
in solitude

soft strands
of sorrow
trace
this weary face

unable to understand
the nature
of perception
painting
my known reality

in scenes
of dormant verve
where torment falls
into tedium’s abyss

this resignation
squanders
the heart’s of men
quashing freed spirits

these tears are more
than salted dew

they whisper
thoughts
of hopeless wander

knowing
their fate

to be forsaken

swaddled in
this brimming cauldron
of cacophonous echoes

refused
their final
resting place
that lay within
your heart

what sorrow
this truth
weighs upon me

for i have come
to comprehend
its toll

as winter
now descends
brisk and bright
with snow-blanched walls

i fall

to find the fears
from which i have
forever fled
surround me
in my umbral journey

i have nothing
present
to pacify
the passing
hours

and prudence,

ever the afterthought

yet
here i lay

drenched
in tears
that draw
but one
conclusion

the illusion
of now
is the illustration
that streaks across
my mind’s eye

like light
that lived
so long ago

now soaring
above silent shadows
to show the truth
of temporal permanence

this
you have awakened
within me

i can only watch
as perfumed petals
waft

from roseate lips