"malfeasant" poems
we're all armed
with an appliance
of emancipation
we can nurture non-violent
defiance in a
non-compliant ethos of
antiauthoritarian self-reliance
we have the ability to eliminate the
vestiges of imperialism and
dominant dogmas that choke
and impede our creativity and shackle
our imagination to impotent ideologies
fragmented unrealities augmented
by fractures in our psyche
tendrils of theology that prey
upon our fear and exacerbate
conditioned responses that are
at once
unnatural and irrational
and lead
inexorably
to infantile expressions of
regression and fantasies of an
aggression rooted in the
suppression of dissent and
the oppression of dissidents
deities
as impotent
as our terror
of the unknown
by the promise of security and prosperity
a cabal of brutish thugs have erected an
imaginary hierarchy and demanded our
subservient obedience and reverence for
this malfeasant apparatus that leeches
our paychecks and robs all of our dignity
while somehow retaining the illusion of liberty
a delusion that festers like an open wound
a tumorous ulcer oozing foul fluid into our minds
blotting out our capacity for cultivating a
future divorced from misanthropy
so pour kerosene on this fluttering
flame of revolt before it sputters out
if we'd quit looking back and forth at
one another rotting in the gutters
checking to see if we have more to
our name than our sisters and our brothers
we might just muster the courage to overthrow
the vapid and misguided fictions that
divide and segregate us into pawns
trapped in this unending rat race
they've deemed the American Dream
harness the revolutionary tenacity
dormant in humanity's most important *****
infinite potential latent in every molecule
each neuron dancing across synaptic
gaps and fanning the embers of an engine
that gives motion to this evolutionary frame
the human brain is omnipotent
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
I foster an incremental relation to the cosmos, enticed regularly by its indefiniteness and appeal.
Its evolutions, innate behaviors, and formidable sciences are recompense for earth’s meager discrepancies.
I often engage in the caprice to dismount much dissatisfaction by the constancy of riveting celestial events.
These beings possess no artificiality.
Its prophetic order, ornate and stupendous architectural facets have allowed a crescendo of dispositional hysteria.
Prosaic imprecations are deduced from its auxiliary wherewithal.
There is no contrition in immersing in enthrallment nor is there fickleness in trust.
Magnificent bodies orbit in finesse and probability, achieving universality and control.
Though these incitements are exponentially cheering, my origin is but connoted in despondency.
Usurpers and ill-suited vandals proliferated by the intemperance of the Ptolemaic discipline.
Rustics, miscreants and idle minds misdirected by less virtuous planetary derision.
My cognitive severity asserted by ominous consummation.
Oh how these preponderant truths confine me unfortunate.
Soliloquy is but an affliction amidst this era of anachronistic reign.
Grandiose passivity is intolerable at this time.
I plan to dichotomize my adamant fate from precepts and conditions anew.
The deposition of malfeasant kings will be sought.
Ploys I have already configured; propagation is near to instigation.
I will exhort my ascent to prime eminence.
The stars will sanction me to a rightful end.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
Her smile shines and illuminates my soul like the sun is warm on my face, with her by my side I'm happy in ways I've forgotten, if I ever knew I could be.
My alarm goes off, another day of grey.
I'm too broken and jagged edged to put anyone else in my company. I'm not whole and I'm not her responsibility to fix and I don't want to cut her on my sharp shattered soul.
For now I subsist on her genuine kindness and warmth, I may never feel her arms around me and her lips upon my skin, but I take comfort in her casual friendship and solace that I'm working on healing myself so that I can be ready for love.
Always, I will be grateful to her for her gentleness, her ferocity, and her ambition for they are the path I follow to become whole again, upon her I would shower the blessings and bounties of the cosmos.
My love is boundless, and I do my best to give a safe amount because I'm still learning what it means and I refuse to be careless with the hearts of others, for I know the pain of one rent asunder, torn for no less than the amusement of one I trusted.
Lessons of malfeasant and twisted affection must be unlearned and I know I'm better than the trauma I've suffered but the effort and struggle to become who I know I can be is the hardest thing I've ever done, and I've done terrible things in my darkest days, days when the end was neatly noted on calendars.
I'm not ready to put someone else through the pain of existence, because I know that there is peace and I will find it, she showed me how to be strong, now I will show her that I too can be.
Aug 7, 2021
Aug 7, 2021 at 2:47 AM UTC