derisive deadlocks
american politics
16 tons of Dope(s)
our votes? their toilet paper
our rights? automatic flush
Categories:
deadlocks, abuse, addiction, america, death,
Form: Tanka
The Lincoln road nearby
Walking the hills, near silence and illness
No masks, though winter is coming
Deadlocks, people forgetting vaccines
Even the smartest wander about
Stores and movies, dinners and coffees
Cars, buses and planes
Sidewalks and streets
Winter is coming
The Lincoln memorial stands nearby
And Lincoln's statue stands in the cold
Character and force
A vaccinated friend suffers after 3 shots
Yet still is at home and ill
Illness and fatigue
Parks, lights and trees
What will December bring
Categories:
deadlocks, grandson, home,
Form: Free verse
Dragged through the dirt; your defender
You once deemed me a dependent, now demeaned and discarded despite I delivered
Disposed of; drowning in your ditch detaining the debris of much deeper dilemmas
Distracted for days
Your destined departure, a deceptive directive to disband with no decency to declare your decision
Dispelling all divinity, destroying your dignity
Desperately decoding each direction; detach the doubts from the definite or demand a dream till I deteriorate
Daring to dive into my desolate dome and disengage the demons daunting me
My defense is devotion against the dark and devouring depression
Deadlocks defused and the damage dissipates, drifting till duality finds design or divides
Categories:
deadlocks, conflict, depression, emotions, feelings,
Form: ABC
Focus, the master key that unlocks
Stoutly locked doors to your future
Feeds on discipline that blocks
Distractions and fractious fractions in your culture.
Focus, the gismo that breaks
Deadlocks and tames dreadlocks
In your environment where reckless wrecks
Catalyse red herrings teeming with simplistic spokes.
Focus, the catalysis that fires up your determination
To soldier on in spite of red herrings
Threatening to derail your momentous mission
As your momentum disentangles itself from surrender strings.
Focus, the factory that fabricates strategies
Techniques and methods to realise your potential
As you embark full throttle on your mission despite elegies
Composed and crooned in celebrations detractors deem essential.
Categories:
deadlocks, poems,
Form: Free verse
It was a romantic endeavor
this quest for vaporous ridges,
as an adventurous spirit crested
already reaching dizzying altitudes,
short of vital breath & intensely high,
yet, there was no returning as the
summit was a mere birds-eye view,
it was the last chance to achieve
brass ring elevations mid skies'
survival beyond boundless frontiers,
towering strength and determination
overcoming fears whilst lack of oxygen
was a matter of achieve/die, win/be buried
ultimate goal was furthermost zenith, 'til
Mt Everest in its infinite nature took grasp of
life and climber's deathly eminent boundaries,
while its unreckonable power commanded an
unsurmountable frigid avalanche 'neath violent deadlocks,
encasing tombs of unfulfilled loftily dreamt expeditions
Categories:
deadlocks, adventure, courage, dream, endurance,
Form: Epic
Staring blankly at the borrowed shapes
glistening the sun
a madman's diary of a voodoo queen
a condemned language
Picking up old pieces
a new language takes shape
focuslessnes of digits of difference religion has made
i begin to think of younger and older men's differences of opinion
The same game of life
too hard to truly define
naming the similar delusions of reality
seeds of worst case scenarios
becoming mankind's own undoing
Fear itself in different forms isn't what it appears to be
insecurely abstract of futures unknown
reincarnates art a language of souls,'
the present life adds up to this point, where the past life chose for a future
that was and now is
bringing to life the reality abounding
to change the confusion once forseen
Fear of success
leaves me planning to fail
the easy way out a dead end
the delusions of mankind i have borrowed stuck in my head
looking for the way out of planetary insanity
the past and present similar life lessons
to ensure we win our own logical lottery after all
a familiar mindmaze deadlocks
Categories:
deadlocks, art, introspectionlife, language, language,
Form: Free verse