"manumitted" poems
Driving down the blithe boulevard with my heart in the drivers seat and the world at my jaunty forefeet; aquatic nature abutting the equator serving as an anomalous educator and metaphysical communicator
Submerged in a state of angelic maturity; dopamine manumitted upon the sensible observance of internal assurance while living in the fullness of magnetizing, sunlit nourishment.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
Sleep is my greatest misfortune,
sleep...? Is my aberrant torture
Never been consumed by something like this before
My body is at war, overwhelming gore
My eyelids are folding over my body
As I roll into my flesh bed
I'm forced into a slumber,
my eyes are obliged to unnaturally stay vexed
I dream... or am I graveled?
My intellect is gulled, it affronts,
it soars into my heart
This is infernal, am I dreaming, or am I awake?
A vulture took my brain and put it on a stake
I took the "dream" and buried it all around
As I come back from my excursion
I am hampered, not manumitted
I'm underground
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
I am lost.
Why did we leave that time?
How your eyes
Flickered like fire and met mine.
A glorious passion
Fused in with the stars above us.
I am lost.
Our wishes manumitted.
How did we loose the freedom?
Our fears forgotten for the simple quest
Of being ourselves.
Separate,
As one.
When did we get to this point?
Where we traded our love
For the better half of perception.
We
Were wrong.
Naturally we fixed ourselves to the static views.
Yet I still remember,
How you took my hand.
You whispered that the
Gods won't mind.
Those days,
Those pictures I see
Flashing electric,
Plug the gears of reality and leave me
Frozen in want for the time
When I never knew you
And I never knew myself.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
Dear Blanc,
For too long we hath suffered,
For too long we are contented with slavery,
For too long we seek quench of freedom;
For total emancipation is our need.
Indeed we thirst for liberation,
For our resources ye exploite;
Our young girls ye assault.
Did you really manumitted our ancestors? Exactly what my heart ask my mind always.
Could you now let us go?
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC