I wonder if my eyes have the strength to carry the dusk of my dearth.
They say eyes are the window to your soul.
But could the silhouette amplify the accosts of my void you claim with tangibility?
Could you name the poverty of my shadow within the dilation of my pupils, as they expand with a willingness unseen beneath anything but the weaves of your labyrinth?
Could you caress the convolutions of my heart, so twisted by the absent twinkle that determines the lifespan of my irises?
They speak a language so extraneous to the snarl of desperation; a hope clinging onto a surfeiting glut of insomnia.
They speak in syllables of a pitiful, pathetic articulation; a fleet of a cascading deluge.
They speak in a dialect so degrading to the ponder of my wondrous conclusions.
Not the ones you see in classrooms.
Not the ones you see in lectures.
But the ones you wish to lapse into; something as condescending as the melancholy of my amber.
And something as demoralising as the delinquency of my destiny;
The windows to my soul.
In streets of struggle, where poverty reigns
A youthful cry, with futures in chains
Limited options, and resources scarce
Leads to desperation, and a troubled stance
Low-income homes, with stress and strife
Parental struggles, and a child's lost life
Unmet needs, and unfulfilled dreams
Fuel the fire, of juvenile schemes
Education's key, but doors are locked
Opportunities scarce, and futures blocked
Jobless parents, with no way to provide
Leave children vulnerable to the streets' tide
Neighborhoods plagued, by crime and fear
Youthful energy, misdirected here
Gangs and violence, a deadly allure
A false sense of belonging, in a world obscure
Socio-economic chains, that bind and sway
Influence choices, in a troubled way
Delinquency rises, as hopes decay
A cycle of strife, in a world gone gray
Break the chains, and lift the veil
Provide opportunities, and education's sail
Empower families, and communities too
To give youth a chance, to make a brighter hue.
'Tis off to the races now that homeschooling has ended.
One half earns for their subsistency,
other half learns about delinquency.
Be they friends and their best efforts were suspended.
Tale spring muses as the anticipant's
appraised specifies traditional hopes
load stages standard addictive transplants
secured cognitive lodestar prolonged copes.
Missteps venture the wide-eyed sneeze, and runny nose
a caption reads, "This be the Time.", gone are
the reporting authors, counting those
to acknowledge them, minus their star.
Bloom's wilt and hues fade know not the hour caused,
advents trending acquisitions neglect closure
but fail to end the brotherhood of friends exposure.
halls went silent the schoolyard empty, turned men paused.
So…here we are at the apex of emotions
Back to the phase of contemplation
Let the blame game begin
Play the echoes of words faded
Rekindle the fire of the conscious ignored
Refresh the pain of the scars laid bare
Let's hold the conversation for a thousand time
With the same hope of the turning the ship around
Run the race forward with the mind left at bay
Three steps forward then back to Square Zero
It feels like Deja vu? .....well, Its a habitual occurrence
Don't play the amnesia victim
Take notice of the surrounding
It's the rendezvous that is haven to what we have
become
The Golgotha of virtue crucifixion
Let the Ceremony begin
Unravel that which it holds
Let's rerun the race and draw the 360 curve
pathway to yet another conception of delinquency
Dowry, drug addiction, and domestic violence rule
Female foeticide and female infanticide go cool.
Abortions, corruption, and gender inequality
Racism, human trafficking, casteism, and poverty
Food adulteration, wealth hoarding, consumerism, and greed
With many such evils, we, as a society, bleed.
Where are our good-bad consciences and consciousnesses?
Where are our ethically fit philanthropic choices?
Like a crack in the rail track, there's moral delinquency.
There's a slip of synchrony in the social symphony.
Virtues, like iron in saline waters, are eroded.
Human regulations seem to be, from somewhere, goaded.
Are our weak feet slipping from the edge of a worn-out cliff?
Do we, in our sailing, seek for each leg a single skiff?
Our link to each other, to shun anomie, should unite.
Though small, for the good of all, shouldn’t we bestow our mite?
Ritualism, retreatism, and rebellion should end.
Our knees, to compassion, temperance, and justice, should bend
"Tom, Tom the piper's son
Stole a pig and away he run.
The pig was eat,
And Tom was beat,
And Tom went crying down the street."
Now, this rhyme,
For a reader,
Offers minimal relief
As to who ate the pig
Or who chastised the thief.
And why Tom was punished
When his dad wasn't able
To pipe well enough
To put food on the table?
I can only hope that the author
Wound up in the slammer
For promoting delinquency,
Child abuse…
And really bad grammar!
Childlike levity, a bliss bath
Soul’s innate vibrancy
Each moment a holy sabbath
Free from delinquency
Give ego a wide berth
Revel in bubbling mirth
Beholding soul’s rebirth
Defy gravity
Childlike levity
16-November-2022
Quietus
Meant enquires consequent
On ken Sampson The Eloquent
Wishing now to himself acquaint
With the conflicts that were frequent,
Where his people are domiciled,
Currently to odds reconciled,
So that he might about them speak
And The Still-Kept Hidden leak…
In the darkest drain slain body,
Not long traced to B Goodie
By some folks loved for being civil
But by their Union ruled ‘Evil’:
To all Good Remarks had sniveled
And on Grave Issues had driveled
Some see A Demon just vanquished
He wouldn’t have Swipes relinquished
Goodie’s killer is distinguished:
Has Satan’s Fire extinguished!...
Ken has The Final Picture grabbed
Slain Goodie was tortured, first nabbed!
Ken would treat not ‘Emergency
From Juvenile’s Delinquency:
This is about Unsafe District;
Every cop to wear a face strict…
Perfidious infamy
Designs derogatory
Promotion of anti-culture
Nomenclatural delinquency
Advance ultimate heresy
Sub-humanic conclave
Intentions for a world grave
Noisesome clutch of vultures.
©Joe Maverick 7-6-2022
When I got there, I saw none:
All the kids aged Twelve gone;
The Dreamers to be University Don;
Plus the one I knew would be A CON
His case files already weighing a ton
And should make The Faint-Hearted run!
An Unacceptable Habit has been born
And True Discipline badly torn;
You ask me its name - Brazen Truancy:
A school child’s infuriating Flippancy
And Vast Topic in Delinquency …
Announcing and condemning Teacher’s Inefficiency
But alluding some father’s Inadequacy
And Character Training’s unchallenged intricacy
A truancy of a chosen morn
Was to hit the next day’s dawn
With the deviants refusing to mourn
Because it has to do with corn
They weren’t told its color could be fawn!
TRIBUTE
A songbird will sing on and fly high
A songbird sings from a high perch
Sings for the rains, sings for the earth
It chirps to give liveliness to the wild
That is the sound of Tiwa to the world
Sing on and fly high pretty Savage
That is what peaked your courage
When a smile is too heavy to evince
Trust in your quietness to convince
A stranger’s scorn can be us sharp as knife
But don’t let a slice of time shrink your lovely life
Beyond seas of blame we create, is our own delinquency
Our perfection is a disguise relying on cod impressions
The gold in your voice will be the shining reverberance
As your legacy stands tall to receding waves of oceans
With a rhythm with length and a pitch with height
A songbird will sing on and fly hig
Heart at ease, if we be here now
In the present moment
Free from desire, our soul mellow
Heightening bliss quotient
Ah! The bliss vibrancy
Ending thought vagrancy
Free from delinquency
Gentle breeze
Heart at ease
03-October-2021
Quietus
Stupor lessens life vibrancy
Koala half asleep
Let’s shrug off this delinquency
Swimming in waters deep
Embrace, release, renew
Heart pure like morning dew
Born each moment anew
Earth life lessons
Stupor lessens
13-September-2021
Quietus
Indulge to so know addiction
Bend down, then stand erect
Get back to tranquil cessation
Acquiring stance perfect
Choose shift of frequency
To end delinquency
Free of fear or envy
Let awareness grow
Indulge to so know
24-August-2021
Quietus
Notice our subtle resistance
Manifest as hesitancy
Mitigating exuberance
Our lower mind delinquency
Myriad illusions confound
Notice our subtle resistance
We are yet to mind-body bound
Recognising not divine dance
We first look to our convenience
Subject-object relationship
Notice our subtle resistance
Foolish game of one-upmanship
Oh hermit, know God alone is
Rekindle innate innocence
Imbibe elixir of bliss fizz
Notice our subtle resistance
23-June-2021
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