mind marooned
in
complex convolution
of
singular anonymity
morphs morbid
into
psychic silhouette
deprived despised
of
enlightened elements
of
acquired attributes
abruptly waned
reserved recess
conceals conundrum
of
sub-conscious search
completely clueless
for
exploration entreaty
as
persuasive ploy
of
outside world
can’t contrive
forsaken mind
pining prisoner
of
own making
captive cocoon
in
introvert isolation
innate vision
scans sightless
faces fading
in
fathomless oblivion
morphed mind
accepts acquiescent
archenemy Nemesis
makes a menagerie
of
moving mirage
mystique guide
to
illusion oasis
reflecting radiant
from
cobalt cauldron
confined contentment
of
identity reverence
self-veneration
pretentious perspicacity
of
fake facsimile
invents Narcissus
as
secret switching
over to obsession
as
senseless specter
languishing listless
beneath
opaque stratum
of
arctic acuity
as
petrified essence
in
darkness frozen
Upon reaching the top
I found a new bottom
Polarity shifts
once the apples are rotten
Direction a ruse
of misguided fruition
Where searchers take flight
— in a new convolution
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
Mind marooned
in complex convolution,
obscurity singular
in each living entity.
The psyche silhouettes
unique elements,
to alien attributes
they won’t adhere.
The reserved recess
hides the riddles,
sub-conscious search
completely clueless.
Probing entreaty,
the preserve persuasive
of outside world,
can’t contrive
the forsaken mind.
A pining prisoner
of own making,
a crumpled cocoon in
introvert isolation,
I see subsided
all the faces fading
faceless in oblivion,
me wedged secluded
in egoistic web
of self-adoration.
My morphed mind
turns Nemesis,
makes a mirror
of mirage for me.
Gazing gripped,
lurching to the oasis,
it’s only me
I always see,
reflected radiant
from cobalt cauldron
of the luring lake,
confined content.
In self-veneration,
a pretentious perspicacity
of fake facsimile,
I notice Narcissus
in me lonely lurk.
A secret switching
over to obsession,
specter senseless
lies latent,
languishes listless
beneath brazen layers
of arctic acuity
in the dark,
frozen…
Is time the greatest illusion
I’m not waiting around to see
Deja vu causes confusion
so many echos from eternity
My birth a mere occlusion
from a past life I broke free
Deja vu works in collusion
with most supreme entities
Previous cycles of allusion
came pouring back to me
Deja vu and mass delusion
nervous breakdown maybe
Since my latest convolution
visions show where I must be
Inside a mental institution
a revelation No! you all agree
Deja vu contest
Sponsored By unseeking seeker
02/20/23
Air bump an agenda with its weary listlessness of words
Let me be clear, I’ve made it clear, Just to be clear
Air bump the agenda, you’re not getting out of here
with the truth, the whole truth or any part of the truth
Is that clear? I think I’ve made it clear…
Read between the lines…a convolution
and they lead to absolutely nowhere
You can’t draw
a conclusion…it’s an arm wrestle
that you can’t win…let me be clear
Clear the room
before I clear the air
or you’ll
hear the truth
there’s nothing
but the truth
when
you’re out
of
range
1/24/2023
On the eve of 25 December
We expected joy, gifts,
But rivulets of blood and tears;
Gushed over the land.
When Vodka surrogates the lamb;
All in the game are futile
The day is rendered no specialty
Given that the real day is latent
It’s vile to rule the sanctified day;
As archaic or discriminatory:
For the wicked ideology to maneuver
Derailing even the chosen
Carried away by the folklore
Working against Holy Spirit – on the day.
The carnal mind
Powered by the serpent
Implements a Law free strategy;
Where people of their own interests
Succumb to the second and final death!
An idea is indeed fair and thus,
how homely is its thought,
government even though acidic is us,
now is for so and now is for so- so ,tit and tat,
to make a good layer while horizon shines with greater power,
since nature and its winds today is prime,
and since other stars and moon are our dear?.
Oh!, so long there is life it is under a convolution,
why not keep this thought across,
the world makes its bounces amidst fun,
of rainbow that glimpses if tis,
there is this scene and this sky clear,
ideally wave, tide and weather,
notion exudes.
Tie us, twist us with your words
As your feeble hands wring
Paper skin, wealth stirred,
A puppet on a puppet on a string.
Your carapace beneath us shed
So we may yet see
We’d been mislead.
We see without the means to be.
The saints, all regal, dress in white
Their stage muddy, verdant grey
Stands red against the sickly light
Of evening as thoughts and words decay.
The must of darkness will blanket us
By wings of Satan labeled “Just”
Free Verse is not
entirely free – no word
without its thought and
feeling attached;
In fact, no-where is there
total independence, not a
body nor spirit living
outside the body of its
maker,
connected both physically
and psychically to an
ever-evolving seamless
universe -- the convolution
of individualized expression
far from a comprehensive
relationship with indivisible
reality…
What we create
we are bound to…
never a quiet distance
from the volume of praise
confounded by the
clamor of silence –
You say you got the perfect solution
You say we need a total bloody revolution
You say no need for any lame constitution
You say death and violence is the resolution
You say you are the better substitution
You say you are for complete redistribution
You say only you can grant absolution
You say your power madness is natural as evolution
But
You beg for money like living in prostitution
Your ways would leave everybody in destitution
You are crazy and full of self-delusion
Your power mad wanting to inflict persecution
You think your smart but babble in convolution
Your lazy and want to rule without any contribution
You would be better seeking to live like Confucian
You are stupid and so is your political pollution
(11/26/2012)
Time to make that New Year's resolution,
it won't be revolt or revolution,
so while I think out loud
my friends will be so proud...
trying to end my talk convolution!
I'm sipping a cup of warm tea while I read, and
it occurs to me how simple and good some
things can be without a convolution of extra
ingredients supposedly to make it “better,”
which kind of says something about life, too,
but then it's time for dinner and afterward
I'm eating a small piece of cake for dessert
and I'm slowly submerging myself in the
sweetness of its frosting and I remember
a time long ago in Las Vegas when you were
only four months old and I gave you some of
my soda, your first taste of sugar,
and how your face lit up,
and the simpleness of your smile,
and how that smile never left you,
and I'm thinking, Yep, that was a good day.
Last night I asked my sisters
Why they were not hooting
Little owl said no one missed her
She would hoot when she so suited
Middle owl asked why did I care
Hooting is not what it used to be
Go 'google' hooters if you dare
For more than you ever want to see
'Hoot hoot hooray,' I hooted proudly
Wise owl like me knows to overlook
I will try to hoot quite loudly
And follow directions in the owl book
I helped little sister build a warm nest
Assured her everything would be 'owl' right
Middle sister decided it would be best
If we showed 'whoo' we are tonight
Darkness falls, noise is clearer
An incessant convolution of forest sounds
Each in a place where all can see her
Three sister owls hooting upside down
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Written 2-3-2016
For Owls Personification Contest by Eve Roper
2nd Place
Masks have different
kind.
To know their motive,
no one can find.
Carefulness,prudent,knowledge
and wisdom
are require in any
kingdom.
Stoles put on
Creator's mask.
Present prophet
Elijah,who preach
to gain
power,praise,money
and bask.
They live different
from their speech.
Demons come under
smiling mask
to accomplish their
wicked task;
destruction,distraction,contortion,
too difficult to know
that they're
convolution.
So also dirty lover.
Who was considered
as one's apple.
They caress,hug,kiss
and hover.
But only incubus and
succubus people.
Which masks are
employees putting.
Are they working or
waiting?
Inernia,lethargy,forty
winks and lazybones,
are these not their
dones?
The books and pens
feel lexicographers .
Putting on masks of
burning midnight
candles.
Destined for
doctors,actors,lawyer,bankers
and geographers.
But at last,merit to
have f-9 in bundles.
Which mask are you
wearing,
or do your face often
appear as made?
Ability,nature,feeling
and worrying,
how do you show
these grade'?
I yearn for higher knowledge will you can be my institution.
Engrave all of your convictions into my constitution.
Rearrange my thoughts and eliminate my confusion.
See I don’t want all the answers I just need some solutions.
So settle my hazy mind like you’re clearing pollution
Correct the complications, so there will be no convolution
Tell me your prophecies; draw me to your conclusions
Distinguish fact from fiction, correct all of my delusions
Don’t need these uncertainties, give me your absolution
Let me journey through your mind seek your thoughts in full seclusion
I’ll preform Lyrical osmosis, absorb your mental evolution
Generate my understanding, be my insight’s revolution
Convert my philosophies and you can prove the unproven
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