Never Losing Sight Of You
Telescopic moments in full view
seen through the senses of a gathering flute
I remember the fresh linen scent of water
the herbal essence of blossoming trees
The way your white beard caressed me,
like the whispering winds of, ...slow time
Meditative apparatuses, (pause) none
only the sound of your breath as you exhaled
brought the instrument to life..
As the orbs circled your frame you swirled
into oblivion,
leaving me sitting there
like a wisp of a breeze
a tendril of smoke
a shred of light
I listened to your melody from a bird's eye view
floating up, never losing sight of you.
Categories:
apparatuses, analogy, nature,
Form: Free verse
Dentist appointments cause me to linger,
Someplace betwixt dread and the blackness,
Fright’s version of despair,
Wistful and aching with silent prayers,
Silent, silence, soundless – still,
All the reasons, the responses, the requisites,
For those hours, endless times
Spent, losing my mind,
With mouth opened to oblige
Fingers pressed against my gums,
Forcing the enemy’s needles,
Taste of lidocaine, breathing in and out,
Through expanded nostrils,
Urgent moments, flooded with apprehension,
Distracted by the metal instruments,
Dreadful apparatuses,
Some intended to scrap at my enamel,
Pick at my fangs,
Some meant to dislodge roots,
Extract a tooth, - a part of me,
A portion of my flesh, my body,
Buried deep in my gums,
Where silent forces sing of dark horrors,
Will this dentist ever finish?
It seems like I’ve been in this chair for hours,
Looking at my watch….
Can it have only been five minutes!?!
Categories:
apparatuses, angst, anxiety, health,
Form: Free verse
The false apparatuses are presented on the tiny stage,
The surgeons want to shape up your archaic days.
The larger your poisons are,
The more lethal is their care.
You only care for the austere suggestions,
I want to undergo your sweeping portions.
I want to shake your hand in between infinity,
You want to pull me through this lumbering calamity.
I am another deceased man in this war,
Can you recall the black October?
There is so much rapture in the grave,
You only yearn to be brave.
You are now in a favoured hell,
I want to conjure you back and well.
I want to bring back my old salvation,
Where you were the most cataclysmic passion.
I beg you to wait for me in the uninhabited cave,
I will converge with you soon where you are already paved.
You are situated in your befitting place,
There is awaiting you the perpetual grace.
Categories:
apparatuses, cancer, death of a
Form: Free verse
This drunk
horse of mine
rides with my dreams,
while i wake up
in nightmare...
I recover tired
my ethereal apparatuses
and then i find desperate
answers from these dreams
and delusions... when so
suddenly i feel immense
hunger to live...!
Categories:
apparatuses, allegory, allusion, confusion, creation,
Form: Light Verse
A semi-dark room;
shadows in the distant space,
apparatuses were spread around,
lights flickering,
cabinets against the walls,
an awkward quietude amongst a droning sound.
A group of people gathers around,
for in their midst,
there laid a deceased man.
An uncanny stillness permeates the room.
The center of attention is ...,
... a masked man holding a blade,
it drips of fresh blood.
Who is this masked man?
A killer or a surgeon?
2020 January 15
Categories:
apparatuses, analogy,
Form: Narrative
Allow DNA to stew for two billion years
Names become important as you mature
Stay clear of people called Frankenstein
Nature comes equipped with multiple devices
Most animals do not wear clothes
Some are called on to know how to move
Apparatuses are optional when nude
Never use a credit card
Stay clear of lightning, electrical wires
Including things that catch on fire
Safe sex depends on this
Remember to mate within your species
To carry on the lineage
Categories:
apparatuses, age, animal, confidence, education,
Form: Free verse
The greatest hustler we will ever know
Is wishful thinking
For something holy.
The deal on the table never really changes.
It has long grown old
And curdled.
But we all take it as new.
And
How can I find my balance on the legal apparatuses
Of a rat eat rat city
Which will always take the form’
Of a moneyed home.
Those of us who honed our craft
Have become exhibits in
museums of all our spent years
isolated
while the moneyed children
beautiful in their designer skin
and expensive shoes.
But their souls were left behind
On the cutting floor somewhere
Where the rats
The ones mentioned before
are free to collect all scattered things
For their unseen nests.
That is the price of advertising:
To
plant your heart under the floor boards
Like just another roach
Another lost
Or discarded thing
all
To avoid the pain
Knowing what it is
To turn into just another house cat
Peering out the same window
As yesterday
Knowing you will never
truly be part of the world below
Only living just behind
Drawn shades and
Dark clubs.
And me?
I continue to wait for you
To return from desperation’s
unforgiving sea.
Categories:
apparatuses, anger, conflict, death of
Form: Narrative
He was there recumbent like a log
Cancer has culminated,prevailing over him
Enfeebled all his shielding apparatuses
Yet spurned to frolic prolongation
Eschewed palliative care ministrations
He detected the vital prognosis was engaged
He had instead to plough money into God's certitude
For he realized HE implements nothing fortuitously
Could he yet afford to acquit himself otherwise
Engage in a battle lost right from the dawn ?
Categories:
apparatuses, death of a friend,
Form: Free verse
When Dentist Calls
Clear white tiny whirring brook spirals porcelain down
Monitored through forest of sharp hard objects
In a glare of concentrated artificial brightness
Stark forms, silver entities, probe my thoughts
Through my tooth roots to get to the truth
There are still more things to come
Dentist and assistant fill my mouth with wisdom and cotton
Where my Marlon Brando Godfather impression takes place
Along with x-rays of a few bad teeth acting up or acting out a scene
My mouth becomes that void, that black hole
With which a need to fill it
With everything in the cosmos, becomes apparent
Apparatuses, appendages, products from unknown Asian markets
Go in and disappear
Dentist looks satisfied with his new creation
The interrogation begins
I blink my approval as the needles go in.
My tongue is the first to stray into slurs as doctor quips,
“And gargle please and spit!” “That’s it!” “Open big!” “Tell me everything!”
I remembered a story as a boy
As my mouth and face melt away
And the whirring spirals porcelain down to dentists call
Categories:
apparatuses, dream, imagery, life, psychological,
Form: Free verse
...en l'an soixante-dix de mon age...
All the familiar names from our youth
now belong to aged, unfamiliar faces.
Even my own reflection startles
as I pass the mirror
hanging in the hall.
Suddenly, we are old.
And, although taken by surprise,
we must accommodate reality --
perhaps convince ourselves
how lucky we survivors are --
how much better that we wear
these flaccid faces, these worn-out bodies,
these aids and apparatuses,
than to have ended
while in almost-mint condition.
But these are mere macabre,
septuagenarian musings.
So, let's forget all that!
Turn up the music
and hear us murmur,
in weakly mordant, fatalistic,
untriumphant chorus:
"We're still here!"
Categories:
apparatuses, age, angst, change, image,
Form: Free verse
fire engine scarlet red
is the color of the fire fighting Amaranth dead
who hide there sinful Liability
as they wave at me
from beyond my walking concrete grave
to let me know, that my time is
finely being bleed to the color of
broken swollen face Cordovan red
with a nod, the oldest
of the human fire fighting apparatuses
give me a sinful smile, while he drives The jungle Junction
to let me know all the wale (a plank around the outside of a ship)
heaven can watch me as they push me to jump
and that not, a soul will catch me, when i fall
I am theirs to control
mine, mind is not my own
and not a person can i ask for help
for they are organized
all the way up, to the political
rusted system, of no investigation
of your just Rosewood dead...
and your malted color lips wear
the evoked yellow color
and smell excreted Urine
reddish brown puppet...
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(did not fix-keep as is, 5-5-2017)
Categories:
apparatuses, death, education, fire, funeral,
Form: I do not know?