"lynchpin" poems
O fear that rests within my heart,
entropy that proceeds within the dark.
Your feeling is that of one wrought with terror
towering over emotion and actions,
until I am all but consumed
& bound by it.
Of this feeling you impart, I’ve come to know & love, for when I fear, I know my heart still beats, and my will still searing.
For you, O fear, only present yourself over the precincts of lands unconquered & lines not crossed.
So when I look into yours eyes,
I’m in love.
Not from a masochistic tendency
Nor from an empathy to stay comfortable,
But, because I know what’s left to live for,
when I feel your neurotic
presence.
The pleasures yet tasted,
the view yet seen, the accolades
yet achieved, and the people I’m
yet to meet.
But of all the things that I love about you, O fear, is I know you’re
the catalyst to my peace,
the lynchpin to my serenity.
For I will never understand peace, if I haven’t gotten to know you first.
And I shall never be at peace, until I’ve gone through the subjugation of your will first.
O fear, my lover, show your face one more time, life is repetitive, and you bring me hope.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
A New Testament to the tapped out and stymied:
Write.
It's difficult, honestly,
Creating a balance with
unpredictability.
But there's a chorus,
Ideas distilled into this
Cryptic collective claim
Of form and veracity,
An inspired debut,
Opening, following, and continuing it's trajectory
To collect and deliver
Glorious entertainment.
Hint,
It's hidden in plain sight,
The lynchpin:
Desire.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
As the parch eternal light
Waves logue stolid homage
After death to exhort a ubiquitous warrigal
Inherit yet to suckle sole
Fickle penury lightening squares terse
Malcontent eugenics dragoon, limitless
To depose upon clouds of fire the mammoth
Patrician lynchpin heard to glower farther
Sovereignty; spate renascence soliloquies ravage
And winkle out Almathea to give
Deus sentence weoponry
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 11:14 PM UTC
I Got the News Blues
Heard them say
It’s an information explosion
A veritable feast from the chosen
Implosion, corrosion symposium
Round the clock news coverage
Underage plunderage.
Thunder-age,
Hunger-age.
Got you on the edge of your seat
Waiting for one to press delete
Wondering about tomorrow?
Here today, gone to sorrow
Got you on the edge of your seat
It’s the enemy we need to defeat
We’re all up in arms
Not with guns or mortar
About something some reporter
Importer, distorter
Coming to you from headquarters
With script in hand
Smiling faces, showcases
This is breaking news
Heard it all before
Give me the blues
They go well with the news.
Got you on the edge of your seat
Fears quite an aphrodisiac
Even for a maniac
Manias its’ own brand of crazy
Upsidaisy, theocracy, hypocrisy
Raised on the flavory
It’s awesome savory
Hear, Hear
Breaking news here
Take a seat
It’s about to begin
Kingpin, Lynchpin,
No spin, we win
Hoorah for our side
Upside, war bride
Goodness is out of sight
Please, don’t get upset
It’s just a staged set
Take a seat
It’s about to begin
It’s justified genocide
Said the distorter reporter
Only a few have died.
And
We’ll be back
After this intermission
Said with precision
Without a hint of derision
Waving from the bleachers
Behind all the preachers
Teachers, truth seekers
With a wink and a nod
A short message from our sponsor,
God,
And now for more news.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
Devastation here, my Captain, is the way it’s come to be
With preoccupation’s warfare dealt in graphic brevity,
Where ****** **** torture and destruction are the norm
And where God, King and country, are expected to conform….
Where chaos is the lynchpin now and hopelessness the key
With mankind’s descent to anarchy, supposedly, protecting me,
Whence it all becomes miasma as cold reason flees the room
And numb panic thumbs the button here, engaging nuclear doom.
Marshalg
12 December 2015
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC