The poisoned soul, tainted--
victim of its owner's own hand.
Twisted;
tight and coiling as a filth soaked rag;
contentment, elation's enchantment,
wrung like water clouded the filth of grey--
cast from the fibres' binding
binding life to purpose. Worthless.
Popping pills
to cure an invisible ailment.
Smartphones, gems, unhumble hovels,
ineloquent words impotent
to wash the essence sickness--
treating symptom rather
circumstance. Jailing the spirit in
sedation's purchased trance.
The cure found not in
possessions procurement but
by moments in time too brief.
A loving embrace, the hand of a child,
smiles and laughter--
relief to soothe
the poisoned soul poisoned by
sadness.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
paint revealed by wallpaper torn,
layers of peeling; the
faded adorn—a story of life.
joy, of accomplishment and
new beginnings.
children born, playing,
growing up—growing old.
past scars distant
memories; misplaced, obliterated—
by time reduced to dust.
a home
buried beneath the earth,
its walls no more.
the vessel shattered, decaying
stories lost, forgotten,
the curse of mankind’s
living.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
fangs dripping
poison—dripping with
death.
yellow eyes slither stalking,
so hypnotic in their convincing;
in pursuit, our every step
pressured into flight’s direction.
a nightmare’s seed
planted beneath pillow,
following into dream.
the serpent’s coil riding
headrest’s rooting ***********
even slumber thought safety
infected.
a viper of self-consciousness, the
familiar of societal impositions
fuelling reflection’s hostility;
its venom—an injection of insecurity.
fangs dripping poison—
fangs dripping with
dishonesty.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
men espousing creation,
the creator,
perfect love infinite mercy
a proclamation—vowing to
adhere to the likeness
in which they were fashioned.
so much faith–so much
cruelty.
creatures wearing blindfolds of scripture
justify deeds so appalling in nature,
contradict the wisdom they
promised to preach;
hypocrisy absent its recognizing.
affirming a dusty word’s preserve,
the honesty,
only the deceit of men do they serve,
failing in discerning
the message of spirit secured
in the hearts of those who seek knowing—
impervious to them who
hound to be dominating.
perpetual fear taught by
people with piety painted inner sight shutters,
their words—
plumes of smoke to obscure their own
heart’s flutter.
a terror of
free thought and consideration,
freedom from labels, dogma and doctrine—
the circumvention
of thumbs meant to pin men
to the curse of subjection.
the deduction of right,
appearing an impossible task amidst
an endless sea of polluted virtue.
by the exam of everything so diligent,
the multitudes of faith and
them gripping absence,
might symbiosis prove true—a
mosaic of liquefaction's perfection
in a world where everything is permissible
but not everything beneficial.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
the seven his assertion
of inspired transgression
over a world wrought with weakness.
by binary adjustment an
image to
program vanity’s conformity.
youth poisoned,
a child’s self-worth corrupted,
advertisement’s teaching destructive.
a conglomerate’s ambition—its
fruition; **********
giving birth to
a blanket of poverty—
a blanket of
laced infection to
stave the cold of squalor’s tribulation,
while old money
flaunts its fanciful garment of dust.
the ********** of human nature
guiding the hands of men.
women, children—
the victims made slaves to
the flesh of another,
living as shades of potential,
suffering the abuse of
disgusting existential.
pounds of grain
producing pound of cattle.
stores of meat kept spilling to waste,
a carnivorous diets’ diversity
an obese symbol of currency.
ingestion a hobby,
an identity, meanwhile
the faceless scavenge;
suffering sustenance scarcity.
an abuse of a system—
its purpose to
help those in catastrophism.
a righteous gift
bled dry by those capable,
them unwilling to provide;
tarnishing validity of
those deserving of
goodness’ generosity.
a cause for uncertainty and
a deflated right hand economy.
cruel acts
rarely noble in purpose,
the darkest notions of man in
revenge do surface.
chilling reminders of
what used to be—
but has never changed
since this dawn’s reign.
reminders of man’s gruesome nature,
painting battered cities
crimson, stained memories provoking
perpetual cruelty.
an age deemed—
enlightenment,
in a world unchanged.
by arrogance of the aforementioned,
our heads
buried in the sands of self-deception.
a falsified claim to reign–
this race,
creation’s self appointed kings;
demand to see but
refuse to witness our own
hideous reflection.
by them his assertion
of inspired transgression
over a world wrought with weakness;
the seven—his market list.
humanity,
long since infant breath,
something to deplore;
leaving no shortage of souls
in the devil’s department store.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
a sword to cut though
not to bite, but—
divide.
with blade-like tongue a
message to bear,
an anthem of peace sung;
yet war to ensnare
the sons of man.
“I come not to send peace,
but a sword.”
a prophet once said.
Him, called a liar,
though more true speech
never spoken.
a war of change explained but
misunderstood by ears untrained.
words of tolerance
love and understanding,
empathy, hope, and
acceptance by a
merciful hand extended.
yet in difference witness,
its message forgotten—
hope forsaken,
hatred chosen.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
I, like a
malefactor surgeon fixing,
fix with a curse unforgiving.
a heart stitch—regret
threading soul together in an
ill fitted reverse dissect;
never again to resemble the
valour of past represent.
I, the guilty party,
a man’s poorest image—
needed not jury to try,
but served as judge to self;
a sentence to decry—to
live out my days absent scorch,
knowing,
it to be those loved most to
bear the scars of
failures not owning.
I, a man of cursed flesh,
shall upon night’s shutters to close,
dwell upon those
sins of which I chose,
impotent to forgive,
impossible to forget,
the love I did pose.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
today
for the first day in a span
far too long since last occurring,
a son’s gaze to meet without hesitation.
before him, standing as—
a man,
deserving the title—
a father,
but never deserving, forever
aspiring.
a choice made,
though
for the man, not the best,
yet,
the choice—
a just decision.
its wake
waves of consequence—
each proving impotence.
to drown impossible when
offered the outstretched hand
of a child.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
a room so dark—
so dark,
mistook for blindness,
hiding within it
a door,
whose presence made known
only by the glow of light behind it
spilling through gaps in its frame,
stabbing into the dark of
the unknown surround.
said a man
once, on the subject
“the unexamined life is not worth living”
his crass intent to
pry us from our
self imposed ignorance of self.
for—behind that door
lies the truth of a man,
freedom from ignorance owned by the shade, to
either, shed anew a light of validation, or
burn as an inferno and dictate correction.
the barrier,
held by simple latch obscuring truth’s illume.
a **** whose demand be concentration,
its twist performed by
unbiased contemplation,
honest self examination.
that hidden behind such curtain
we cannot know until its opening.
the door—our veil of untruth,
whose lift made possible by word
of a wise man.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
our home—
a speck of dust submerged in ink.
black so dark the
perfect embodiment of shade,
yet,
twinkling,
glistening—shimmering as
infinite diamonds crushed to dust then
blown across creation.
night sky alight with fire.
figures of fantasy and of legend,
mythical beasts
do battle as
brilliant hued flame.
space scape wonders, the tool marks of
man's most humble beginnings.
spied afar from a fantasy of grandeur,
titans of absolute certainty towering
over mystery as if
it were something humanity had conquered.
so tall mankind, our height
a spire of arrogance.
the truth we refuse,
blinded by ambition; that
we—mankind
the champions of delusion; that
we—mankind are little more than
a colony of ants believing
to possess answers pertaining
life's mystery.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC