Immersed in Popkultch the soul is smothered,
Sundered, even. The sensurround of sterilizing inanity anesthetizes, attenuates, adumbrates Those reflexions, connexions, selections Inherent in the inner self where understanding flows freely From one to one: Where all is of a piece In the realm of peace Where the role is that of play As fancy flows freely Beyond Time and Place: You are there, yet residing here Separation is but a barrier As life sets a stage Where webs, nets and traps Captivate the unwary Who go along to get along In a world where reality is not As it seems.
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I wanted to stay in the dream.
I don't know the dream, only how it felt: silently noisy, softly pixelated, muted and colorful, an underwater disco. Usually I welcome the brassy glare and sharpness of waking reality. For decades I've leapt from sleep, charging into consciousness like a rebel soldier. The alarm trumpeting my assault on the day. But on this morning waking trickled into me slowly. I went to relieve myself leaving my glasses behind. So strange it is for me to be glassless I imagine someone asking me "Where are your glasses?" I imagine my answer, so real it startles me: sometimes I tire of the clarity of the world. Sometimes I crave the fuzz and the blur of the undefined. Escaping, where to?
How to do Getting away from you The "what" you cause Experiencing less Living in the frost The ruin you bring The quiet I sing The silent ring I beg it to leave Makes me desirous to scream But still to me it clings It steals my life It stole my wife Its constant strife Will it ever go To God I've begged it to If it is, it’s moving too slow Doe
Outside my window-- A doe. No, Two does. Do does do? One doe does. Do does do dew? Dew on the window Does not do What does do. Nor what dough does. Dough does not do What dew does. Do does do dew? No. Tragic events and triumphant reprisals encapsulate us all
Pleasure temporarily abounds while pain steadily evolves Savoring the sanctity of helping hands that soften our hastened fall We graciously give from within our hearts the love God has installed Through smatterings of ecstasy and splattenings of mournful tears Beyond inconsolable shatterings and formidable batterings of fear We overcome the timid patterings of our hear and courageously persevere Amid the scornful chattering and violent streets unflattering to live another year Robustly we laugh, agonizingly we cry, searching for ways to mask the pain we're denying Despite our gaffes and musings why, we dust ourselves off and resolve to keep trying hanging onto evanescent hopes and unrealized dreams, our crestfallen souls slowly dying The unmerited compassions and charitability of others so truly awe-inspiring In sufferings we share, in times of calamity we dare to rise above the fray Never contest to be devoured by the afflictions and perilous challenges of the day Though our lives ebb and flow within the tides of rebirth and inevitable decay We strive to find the silver lining glimmering beyond the shadows of dismay The gamut of emotions we wistfully fail to embrace or humbly succumb to Leaves us wretchedly torn asunder as we trepidaciously figure out our next move The tempestuous battle between love and hate intercedes within everything we do We scream and yell and raise all kinds of hell trying to mediate this cosmic feud Yet in bitter chagrin, when Father Time snatches of second wind, we start to fade away We face the little of regrets and reality of impending death, faithful we're going home one day As we aspire to stoke our fires and revel in the warmth of the coals that remain We say our prayers and whisper our goodbyes as our swansong echoes its final refrain. Life a M-F,
All the turns--the upset, the downs--the pain Been through so much in this life often forget the sun going through so much pain, 4 months ago became a grandfather of 2 beautiful granddaughters: London and Royalty, that feel so good just wish from certain people it was loyalty, in the Fed joint doing years allowing my actions to serve another man informant, same dude ain't sent me a crumb nor appreciated me having closed lips, Life a M-F being 100 not as popular anymore the real not fully getting supported, "Facts" hot ass dudes doing time whole city coming out real dudes touch only family few friends there, been gone a year and lil change and woman of 3 of my jewels fake like was for me until I needed her, angry because felt I wasted too many years and truly needed a solid queen on my side, homies are supposed 2 be not holding the God down at all halfway fake luv, Cooling keeping head high like a friend told me appreciate the true ones with me, very poorly miss & love without question can't wait to meet oldest granddaughter looking just like me. Life a M-F tryna make the best of it and make it in this M-F life. Like a red wine stain
on a ball gown Like a cup of rainbow sherbet dropped on hot asphalt Like Christmas decoration spilled from a toppled trash can strewn in the dirty alley snow Like your shimmery, polished toes in the front yard grass surrounded by tactical boots because of me. A poem comes from deep within me.
I put it on paper for all to see. I show it to all who are dear, And read it aloud so that they might hear. I do this all in bravery, Conquering the stage fright and fear. I carry it with me like a child who sleeps, Then put it away hoping that it will keep. I'll bring it out, these words on paper, Like a gift or reward or a party favor. Before these words can fully steep, I will sip upon their worldly flavor. Even though it's premature I know the words; They will endure. A bright milk glass
moon hangs above-- a disk that sat on a sideboard in her warm home. Luminous, opaque, a dimpled white she would fill and leave candy out. It is hidden away, eclipsed now, safe 'til the time comes to unwrap that lunic dish. Shrouded like the moon, like my Busia-- until time ends and Earth passes and she shines again. I am rotting flesh down to the bone,
broken, thrown away, in the cold hard ground, underneath your feet, I am being fed on by worms and bugs until there's nothing left. I soon shall have nothing left to give the world. I have given it my body, mind, and soul. From me they shall bring forth beauty from the earth. New life from me. Don't cry for me. For me, this is just simply the ending of a journey. |