"infective" poems
Sparkling, silvery, shades of grey.
Skin, shivering, brain of dismay.
Trees, trancing, bare naked sky.
Patiently, pondering, preparing to fly.
Wind, whistling, a dancing swoon.
Sounds, serenading a sparkling moon.
Secret , system of the seasons.
The rhythm of winter needs no reasons.
Seasonal affective disorder,
Justify this infective inorder.
Jan 11, 2023
Jan 11, 2023 at 10:00 AM UTC
We like to dwell in our sorrows,
thinking there will be no better tomorrows.
This late-night passive aggression,
that seems like every poet’s obsession.
Oh why can’t we choose to be happy?
When the colors are grey, to see beauty?
Why must we feed each others' depression?
That the world is ugly, full of suppression?
I now choose to look a little deeper,
seeing “pretty” does not make me weaker.
I choose to look for a different perspective;
I know it will be hard; misery is infective.
But I know that I have a choice:
To feel sorrow or to rejoice.
I’ve lost chapters to grief and sadness,
to realize and continue? Now that would be madness.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
defeat is only an objective.
as I lead I gain prospective
haters hate through being deceptive
the envy spreads like sheets infective
while they creep
playing detective
wolve in sheep
until their accepted
their reasoning is subjective
I just wait until they reach
then disconnected their connective
I'm a beast, I can't be infected
work off pure instinct
raw fear instantly detected
human nature,
to be expected
my only actions
moving forward is corrective
i exceed all expectations
with standing ovations,
use to bring power to foreign nations
outworking occupations
make so much sense
i get paid vacations
my buildings, block foundations
I empowered nations for generations
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
This will be the winter of my contentment
I will shed regret and resentment
I will finally get it
I will not forget it
I will shred this narrow point of view
This prism of individuality
It’s a prison in reality
The world is a superorganism in totality
I see intersectionality and finally find sanity
My mind is now a GoPro
I can view my life in slow-mo
This is not the Truman Show
This is real, I can feel it
As this film reel flies by
I steal a glimpse with these two eyes
Before I meet my demise I will run with these two thighs
I will squat 5 plate, I will lose some weight
I will choose my fate
Lighter than a feather because I have come untethered
I float high among the weather, never weathered
Renewed by cleansing rains
You may call them hurricanes
But that is a matter of perspective
Positivity is infective
So I will spread a vibrant virus
From the Pope to Miley Cyrus
I say nope to the winter blues
This is the winter that I choose
To sway to and fro with the flow
To gratefully frolic in the snow
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 10:15 AM UTC
From my Dark Watcher series:
Evil rage strikes forth from his soul,
raw with the pain of rejection.
Reaching out to callously feed on another.
Caught in a web of deceit so lethal as to –
infect the lives of the innocent with his poison.
He cripples their future with angry words, painful blows,
Castes them out with vile actions of revenge-
destroying all their dreams.
He tears at the last vestige of hope,
till there is nothing but darkness, and despair,
dragging them into the same pit of rage
that swallowed him.
Love and hatred embraced in a pitiful-
dance of conformity,resignation in every step.
Contagious venom leaks from one to another,
creating a bane of evil, so corrupt, and secretive,
the damage-sometimes irreversible.
Kathleen M. Kohl/Levinski
This may be difficult for some to read, as many shall see themselves within the written words, either as the perpetrators or the victims of abusive relationships.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
Some days I wish I were an X-men
and not just an ordinary mutant.
Some days I wish I had Magician
level magic like Bink,
just enough to negate other's.
But then I look around;
The Irish and English don't have it.
The Pakistanis and Indians don't have it.
The Chinese and Taiwanese don't have it.
The Hutu and Tutsi don't have it.
The neighbors in Bab Tabbaneh and Jabal Mohsen,
don't have it.
Why should I have it?
We’re all just a bunch of Muggles.
Maybe it's a good thing I don't have superpowers.
I look around and in fits of frustration,
in bouts of rage, I might destroy all the Husnock.
I'm kinda glad now my only mutations are thoughts.
Thoughts that I put here,
viral like - infective memes - hemorrhagic e-fever.
Outbreak? Snow Crash? Virulency? Survival rate? Epicenter?
Futile epidemiology because I know
exactly what and where I am.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
Creatures of angelic grace,
Hide their true demonic face,
Spreading out across the earth,
Further still with each new birth,
Soulless beasts with no remorse,
Parasites to each resource,
Taking what was never free,
Driven by a fallacy,
Insects lining up for death,
Drawing out their final breath,
Nature will regain her hold,
Once our bones have long gone cold.
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 10:44 AM UTC
They say that the first cut is the deepest
The other shots that follow are the cheapest
How will you know where to go when those who know keep secrets
I do not fear demons that go about randomly
I am frightened of the demons that hide in innocence and act as friend of me.
The poetry is in expression
How a smile can be a frown perfectly stretched and kindly curved
How those lies in eyes hide and appear as love in disguise
How ecstasy can be easily confused as joy, pure gaiety
Yes when frivolty is accounted for as a meal served free
How the enemy
can be so near - within thee
Not knowing what the mirror keeps showing for the illusion keeps flowing
Blinding a mind held confined in streets of the system
Dancing to the beat, the rhythm
Which is a euphon to the masters, an orchestra to the masses
It is a show and performers do not know that they are masked in fake skin tone
A world not their own, mind dictated by the men who boats and gold stole.
Where do I go with this *** of gold?
This *** of gold a soul of my own
What do I see when the vision seems blurry?
I am sedated by the infective syrups of delusion and secrecy
Held between scriptures hereditary
Morality and reality both in a fray necessary
The gospel I search for is one of truth
The wisdom I seek is of a world brand new
I am fighting for the mind the vicissitudes of life took
And I throw blows and pass death - I am off the hook.
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 11:42 PM UTC
walking down the street airily,
up comes a man so hairily
telling me how unsofairily
the world has been to him.
you see my dear friend,
our lives we must mend
for we never know our end
thus we pretend we live forever.
death left its mark,
a hardy spark,
deep inside our heart
vulnerable til the end.
a stillness occupies the brain,
an illness with all there is to gain
that causes unfathomable pain--
mental illness, will I ever be the same?
What I elected is fresh perspective:
the world is not so defective,
it just needs a new directive!
one that is protective,
completely unselective,
and infective with love.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
Have not seen them for quite a while
Breaking like a thousand springs
Its ripples spreading across a mile
Touching heavens on butterfly wings!
It’s infective in its length and span
Cackling joyous like a thousand duck
God would be charmed (not to speak of man)
Its spell makes every man awe struck!
It’s quite a while life is losing fun
With faces wearing botox on stressed lip
Not getting at least one when the day is done
To give this soul a stronger fillip!
I need your muscles playing around your eyes
Your cheeks raised high for me to see
Doing so would bring me double sunrise
And live each day ever more happily!
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
a plague
it can be deadly
it can be invigorating
its what makes life vague
its more of a medley
very exhilarating
an infective contamination
it makes everything deteriorate
famine will strike
and while all hope is lost
it still goes on
ones vitals decelerate
at the same time spike
roads will be crossed
and they will be awake before dawn
this disease
some call it death
with that same breath
i call it love
and all of the above
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 3:16 AM UTC
It’s alright if you disagree
Talk to me dismissively
In a minute you’ll be missing me
When I go on a giving spree
Spread forgiveness and philanthropy
Set political dissidents free
Fight for humans globally
Glowing with righteous indignation
I ignite the fiery conflagration
I assemble a mighty congregation
To end divisive dehumanization
I will broaden your perspective
Shortcut your invective
My spirit: infective
My speeches: inflective
My mind: introspective
My method: incentive
My solutions: inventive
My course: corrective
If I die I’ll leave directions
I will write advanced directives
To form an animal collective
That sets a course for correction
Then come back, resurrection
To view the utopia I brought into existence before peacefully returning to a well-earned oblivion
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 4:48 PM UTC