"cocern" poems
They scream, shout and swear
To emphasize an emptiness of cocern
Which includes a compliment
Uttered thus in blank verse
That effects in ambigious contradictions
To sustain a wave of insult and injury
In obscure fragmentation of mind
That replicates an abundance of inrigue
Where plausible reason is not made possible
For the expression of strenuous protest
That would secrete itself with morbid indulgence
Upon the tongues of others to command a strange silence
Like that shouted by the seeker of an Apocalypse
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 3:58 PM UTC
Like a rebel I flee from exquisite fate of deception,
Neither a knight of a night nor no day by both,
Watch brave man knows neither sun nor moon,
Slavering From conveyors, chisel and shovels,
Victimized of labor with a distraction to ultimate
Prize, while the politicians Serves through favor
Adjudication, feeding the Masters of the game,
Who strike at dawn till gloom, silence predators,
Animals, strike down, seizing, killing and ignoring
The Yelling, pushing the agenda of 1985 speech,
Using the Nelson Mandela image with the Big 5 as their
Lucky charm, to muting Africa’s consciousness
Wisdom for our freedom, detaining our brains in
Chains to keep their game on, I resign from their
Design, using us against us to build their golden castle
To live us so cold in a Convoy at their feet
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC
TO WHOM IT MAY COCERN
Run Run Run, I seek you hide
You shriek the sight of you, one reckless move
I find you, dragging you in my snuggle, Like a swirling wind
Tosses fallen grass, you know no guilty or remorse, believes
Conscience, rules and law, domain in pain and fear,
The exquisite music of life and death, heart of a rock
They call me the cremator. Known
By the name prince of darkness
Run Run Run, I seek you hide
You shriek the sight of you, one reckless move
I find you, giving you all the rationalities for your devotion,
Tailing and nailing every last of your kind unto my dish,
Tossing you to the realm of doom and gloom though
My intent to you has never been ideationally
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 5:30 AM UTC