Curator's canvas primed white
Pure white and found wanting
a common subject to decant-
Man and Woman, in waiting.
Once laurel-wreathed,
Now ceremonially decadent.
Not a word, True Love breathed...
Recoiled lives once ravelled
will be parallel lives travelled
in convoluted loving.
And truer twisted hating.
Posted: 21/07/2018.
(This is about the love/hate aspect that unravels what could be good relationships.)
Categories:
ceremonially, psychological, relationship,
Form: Free verse
Broken-Hearted Caressing Sorrow
Where do you bring a broken heart, damaged dreams that won’t depart?
Where do you go when things fall apart, serving silent screams a la carte?
What do you do with a saddened soul, within a virulent void a skinless sole?
What do you do when you’re in a hole, progressive paranoid a shadow stroll?
Within the stillness of my solitude, a storm exists admits a sacrificing seclude
The eyeful emptiness of a life subdued, the evil enlists a blasphemous brood
Within the veil of my bitter black, the idolatrous infant sleeps in a shackled sac
On the wall, my punitive plaque, of the wounded weeps that scornfully stack
Who will be there for me, to mourn, escaping earth a denticulate dust reborn?
Who will be there for me, to warn, a residual rebirth of a lifeless embryo torn?
Who will kiss me before I dimly die, a wretched wreck in a shattered satirical sky?
Who will be there for me, to cry, a segregated speck ceremonially left to calcify?
Oct.13.2017
Broken-Hearted Poems
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Categories:
ceremonially, depression, heartbroken, loneliness,
Form: Rhyme
The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries.
Epochs apart, yet,
bound by conscience,
Buddha,
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.
Enduring the whispers of time,
through creeds professed,
sermons preached,
and a million sins confessed.
Though,
the essence,
of these banished revolutionaries,
is ceremonially muted by ritual,
and gleefully crushed under,
grandiose edifices,
that serve Religion Inc.
"And the meek shall inherit the earth",
an incendiary thought,
conveniently discarded,
for the pie in the sky that must be sought.
The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
stings.
stabs,
whispers still,
for us to hear,
through the din of the cacophony of prayer.
Buddha,
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.
The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
persists,
each day that we choose,
to shun the meek,
and mouth conscience-salving prayers,
for yet more silver,
and yet more silk.
Categories:
ceremonially, allah, christian, christmas, devotion,
Form: I do not know?
They were there ...
in a jar ... floating ...
Dark and mysterious.
A shaft of sunlight fell on the table
and into the jar
illuminating Nahautl Pyotl Mexcalli nectar.
Cactus buds staring
with buttoned eyes and spiny tufts
like the heart of an artichoke
floating in brine.
Picked in Texas
and sent through the mail
to be shared ceremonially ...
without drums ...
in a Victorian home on Sutter Street.
Once eaten, the journey began
to mystic melodies of merriment.
Eaten slowly as if in reverence
to the power of sacrament.
Blood and wine.
Bone and wafer.
Before and after.
Alpha and Omega.
A shaft of sunlight fell ....
while the sounds of the cosmos
and the colors of eternity were
gifts given from the Spirit of the Universe.
Given to an unfolding soul
no longer locked in a prison of false beliefs,
the bondage of every Other ...
now free to be ...
in the sunlight ...
with her own drum.
Categories:
ceremonially, history, mystery, places, universe,
Form: Bio