Best Ulterior Poems
The top shelves required dusting, so
I looked for my stool high and low.
No luck--but a chair
would do. Then up there
I cleaned that top shelf. It did glow.
My cleaning cloths fell to the floor.
I had to get down to find more.
I dressed as I did
because my man Sid
was watching. Life's never a bore!
February 29, 2016
Within myself I seek to kill this unwelcome desire
For ten years this indescribable ache I’ve acquired
That my own soul has to itself decreed
In long perspective and continually
Can I ever bid these joys farewell?
This ecstasy wherein my heart does dwell
Lo, how it murmurs, laughs and smiles
My spirit is too weak, mortality beguiles
Shapes of delight, of mystery and fear
Yet it is a gentle luxury that doth appear
A sense of real things comes doubly strong
Against all of my desires, alas, I must stay alone
gestures often referred to as
acts of kindness, bring with
them positive inferences & sometimes even
long term connections which can be the most
important in our lives,
certainly---
however, when speaking of those
moments
when one acts out of nothing more than for lack of better terms---
“humanity,” or “what it is to be human,”
maybe even something like
“common decency”
that is,
without ulterior motive---
it can define us
in ways that may only be felt days or months later---
like the aftershocks of an earthquake,
but instead,
purely positive---
not leaving the resonance of what some would label
morally
”good” or “bad”
but simply more positive that such an occurrence
happened
rather than it being negative in
happening,
or for that matter,
not happening at all.
if you know that there are actions that speak for
themselves---
that there are moments when an unspoken
assurance is made
during the transition of facial expressions,
or the nonverbal everyday
mechanics perpetuating the systems which we
for better or for worse
presently operate within,
then you understand the value of these
instances
whereby our very human similarities are
articulated.
If your motives are ulterior,
Then, hatch them in The Interior
Where the Blame-Worthy is senior
And the Praise-Worthy junior;
But your gain: Satan’s hysteria,
In hospitals Fresh Diphtheria,
The Ulterior makes The Inferior
Hardly, The Ulterior superior:
The by-nature meant for the rear,
Coastal regions and ones by a ria
Welcoming Sacrifice to Fear…
If your motives aren’t The Ulterior,
Yourself produce at The Exterior
Without notice of the prior.
I am the Alpha/Omega - the first of its kind
The Gods and Goddesses have made up their mind
They give me this role and the sacred knowledge of the Craft
I will always say it how it is - I will never wear a mask
I won't waste my precious energy trying to be someone else
And I refuse to use magick to hurt someone else's health
I will not be the first one who throws a punch
But once one does - your world in the palm of my hand CRUNCH!
'Cause I can be a terrifying nightmare or a seductive wet dream
With me - everything is as it seems
I don't need a hidden agenda - or the desire to bully others
I'm kind to you, if you're kind to me - be kind to one another
I truly do not need to socialize
I've got more important agendas to rectify
I've always wanted to know why humanity is afraid to be alone
I'm the best version of myself when I'm alone in my zone
As a child my mother always asked why I didn't desire friends
'Cause each "friend" winds up with an agenda at the end
Everyone is after something - believe me or simply disagree
In my nearly four decades of living - it continues to happen to me
Fvck around - and the Gods and Goddesses will surely let you see
I don't owe anything to you - so I truly don't care if you believe
So you want to leave your husband, just go
I can understand the meaningless you feel
Under caveman's club and heel
Being mere entertainment for his ego.
So you want to drown your children
It's your lost of heaven
Your world for them was never an Eden
Anyhow ... you carried them as a burden
What the blazes I cannot understand
Is why report your crime and frame the black man
Why this trend, what is the ulterior plan
Is not his colony mired enough with quicksand,
Is not his extinction on the brink
Now that he has lost all to reverse discrimination
I keep my metaphors straight so the point can sink
Into the subtle hell of my frustration.