You asked me a question without saying a word. Could I ever love again?
I couldn't find the answer. should I ever want to? The words that escaped my mouth. then you asked them to show you things you already knew to be true. So I obliged. No deflections or misconceptions to lead you astray. The ways of a slippery tounge. Should I just show you the wrong side of a key? Let all the memories melt away. Twisting and rolling like two serpents wrapped in lustful irresponsibility. Laying half naked beneath floors. Should I take another by her hand. Blowing on clouds, foolishly trying to piece myself together with a bag of broken shards? Smoke rings and endless possibility. Don't get lost Staring into the gaze of a gazers stare. Looking through the eyes of what you wanted to see. All the while burning with a torch every memory of you and me.
People put salt on
a wound when they want to
deflect attention
Deep in the briars of doubt
within the muck of the mind
dust devils like to tease
weaving petals to the lye.
Knead the mind with prayer and reflection.
No need to introduce outside deflections.
God placed gold leaf atop gray canyons.
Growth comes from being wrong
Learn from it and it makes you strong
Engage the art of reflection
It can guide your direction
Peace is what you’ll find
If you can know your own mind
Don’t hide behind the deflections
Embrace your own imperfections
There are altered realities
inside hearts that just want to dream
and I can't blame them nor fault them
since their escapist deflections
are only a result of a topsy-turvy world
gone mad;
Light your imaginary wick and join
the fable world of the beings of delusion
opt for a daydream or two
These are challenging times
and sometimes it can get too much
Go ahead and pluck another plum from your
fantasy tree.
Join our repertoire of fantastical daydreams
it's hard living in a stark world of mainstream events,
come inside our world of make believe
it will bring you great reprieve.
November 21 2022
Early morning blue sunny skies askew
turn to white grays on piggyback
once light breezes that blew
gentle in and out the trees comeback
now race wildly out to the sea renewed.
The colors with their brilliant reflective glow
edge toward a harvest moon and celestial equator
rising, falling, lilting in discretionary phase flow
wavering, clinging to the shortening day curators
lingering on equality of night day summer-winter throws.
An ecliptic sun moving in south-easterly directions
marking time and space and revolution years
inching hurriedly a pause for momentary corrections
not holding back or hesitating regardless of joy or tears
on a chartered course through seasonal deflections.
Returning to the calendar of September days
swiftly moving from month to year and decades
throughout wonderment and marvelings of man at play
history repeated forever on parade
the autumnal equinox marks the years and the days.
TRANQUILITY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Calm Seas of Tranquility Sought by All, Found by Few
Earthly Demands, Nuisances, Deflections; a Potent Brew
Distract One from Calmness Needed to Resist the Blows
Constant Meaningless Disruptions That Steal Ones Pose
Tranquility Requires Total Surrender, Capitulation
In Order to Oust Resistance, Frustration, Manipulation
How Can We Seek the Unique Moment of Serene Solace
While Constantly Bombarded with Meaningless Detritus
Need to Be Selective, What We Deem Worthy to Ingest
Measure the Value of the Event: Accept or Reject
Every Moment of Life to Be Celebrated with Poise
Seek out the Calmness of Serenity Discard Daily Noise
Those who tell us to be NICE
aren’t
they shout their PC gospel
in your face
while admonishing you for
your rebuttal
They accost each other
like third graders
left alone in the
school yard
and
when cornered
by a simple inquiry
point wildly
SHOUTING
“He/She started it”
for
they cannot abide
the sound
of one hand clapping
insist on offering
validation
of the absurd
with their inanely
unrelated
talking points
they have not learned
that
“sound bites”
leave teeth marks
on the rational
of acquiescent
assemblages
that
wildly waving arms
and grimaces
only serve to remind us
of crazy
Uncle Charlie
and since
we cannot call
a duck - a duck
we nod
purse our lips
look at the list
of cloned clown
candidates
hesitantly pull
the lunacy lever
sadly place the
I VOTED
sticker
in our pocket
having exercised
our RIGHT
our PRIVILEGE
to vote
John G. Lawless
©9/4/2018
The night air is tran-quil
And the sky is in clear focus
Embracing us thankful
For peaceful closeness
Of body and soul
To begin a stroll
Seeing the town
In a quiet and comfort lay down
While entering sections
Of different off-beat courts
I see radiant light reflections
On the ledge of skyline deflections
Accompanied by heavenly escorts
Everywhere, I confess
Embracing in support
In the bosom of angel caress
Merciful Mirror
‘Merciful Mirror on the wall...what is the greatest of our fall?’
The invasion of illusion the greatest of your fervent fall
The absorption of confusion the bigotry of your brawl
The ties that bind you within a decumbent diversion
With eyes that blind you in a camouflaged conversion
In your reflective Majesty of malignant Kings and Queens
A taunting travesty behind the sabotaging smoke screens
In your collapsed cognition of a wandering wasted mind
Within the arrogance of ambition you have been confined
In moments of reason your thoughts delude in deflections
Solitudes in secretion devolving divided dissolute directions
In deep and dormant the evil entraps your scrumptious soul
In a tangled torment as perpetual puppets terminally troll
Mirrors of infinity and infatuation you must eagerly escape
Before the darkness and damnation pulls on the final drape
Within the shattered silences a delusional dimensional attack
Your vengeful viruses will mirror the world of a bridal black.
Sept.21.2017
Mirror Mirror
Sponsored by: craig cornish
'Theatre Of The Absurd'
Catoptric Corridors of Time
Oh how the wounded waverly wander away from their hermitic heart
Only to meticulously maunder thru cumulous clouds that diffuse apart
The deflections of deceptions that build worshipful walls
Seen in Mirrors of errors displaying fathomable fetal falls
The soliciting silences succumbing to their cognitive cocoon
Inducing illusions forthcoming mirage’s of the monolithic moon
Dimensional decoding within the resurgent rhythmical rhyme
Catalectic exploding compositions in the Catoptric Corridors of Time.
02.03.2017
Theatre Of The Absurd ...Contest
Sponsored by...Kai Michael Neumann
Toxic State
Endless endeavors embryonic embrace
Finite forever’s in a platonic place
Silently searching with afflicted affections
Of love’s misguided daunted deflections
You can not penetrate this superman soul
Love can pour out but not fill the hungry hole
Isolated illusions dismantled desires
Terminal toxins within flameless fires.
Dec.03.2016
Toxic State - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: FJ Thomas
I am...
the sums of the infinitesimal fractions of all successes and failures ever created,
the torrential downpour of fallacies, demands, emotions and collective wills imposed upon the world,
the snide, nasty, incorrigible defensive mechanisms unleashed for no apparent reason,
the cauldron of love, hope and compassion bubbling over into humanity,
the certain deflections of character necessary to cope with, and elevate past, the assassinations fired each day,
the blinding, guiding light to deceive and shatter the incessant darkness which holds us prisoner,
the epicenter and exchange of ideas and contemplations necessary for progress and resolution to occur,
the dreams of wild tenor and bizarre discourse, producing subconscious mirrors for conscientious thought,
the catalyst and confidant for the child, the junkie, the shaman, the icon and the lazy ass,
the source that folks rely upon when desperately reaching for absolute truths and occasional revelations,
I am...possibility.
(3/26/12)
In every corporation there are thugs,
that want to have their way while others
look in another direction, using threats
and devious deflections,
If challenged, or called on their game,
they become adamant, fresh and resort to
throwing around random blames,
Fear and innuendoes become their calling card,
spewing tales of the bodies they left in the graveyards,
or bragging of the bones they maimed, while
laughing and acting haughty,
Feeling no remorse or shame,
oblivious to the fact that others know they have been debaucherous
and naughty.
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