The plot thickened
Thinned…then
Thickened again
As idle thoughts perused the air
Each page a hero
Facing fear
Then a shift
Plot’s deviance
A character
That makes no sense
Inserted
As an after thought
Reshuffling the lies I bought
Lightening flashed
The book took flight
Monsters from all ages
Ran amok
And brought to life
The terror
Of the pages
I found it hiding ‘neath the bed
A place I knew quite well
For I had gathered woolies there
In midnight’s game
Of hide and shriek
Buddhists don’t talk of original sin
The way Christians do,
But they both talk about the same thing;
That in the beginning there was light
And the Word, and the missing of the mark.
For Buddhists this “sin” is basic ignorance,
The ignoring of who and what we are.
For Buddhists experience is divided
Into two basic categories;
Enlightened, or Nirvana, and
Deluded, or Samsara.
Nirvana is peace.
Samsara is suffering.
The experience of each are thus polar opposites,
But the simple original sin,
The fundamental deviance,
Is that Samsara arose from the desire
To improve Nirvana, our original nature.
So Samsara is Nirvana plus desire,
The desire to personalize it,
Put our mark of identity on what was
Already always perfect.
To extend the cross cultural metaphor
You could say we wanted to give it
The mark of the beast.
And that’s how we lost the light.
(8/16/26)
Wanting to know I’m safe.
Wanting to know I’m good.
Needing security.
Needing praise.
Needing courage.
Wanting to be brave.
An hour and thirty minutes
the daylight has been gone.
But in my state of mind
it has been too long.
I need you here
to scare away the fears,
to hide away the tears.
Six years old.
Innocence lost.
Only my sanity
is the cost.
These nightmares won’t
set me free.
I only see
what I’ll never be.
He ruined me.
He ruined me.
He’s installed panic
in my head.
Makes me wish
I were dead.
His deviance
controls me.
Even the truth
won’t set me free.
His power over me
enrages my heart.
He’s taken my soul
and torn it apart.
He took my values
and made me ill.
And yet they expect me
to love him still.
I’ll never understand
this cold, cruel world.
How can a daddy
harm his little girl?
carnal deviance
piercing sensuality
erecting smiles
Manifesting thee-
thou new December,
let joy and peace be
the last month's ember.
Glowing from the fire
of chances and luck,
taken as a trier,
by hearty risk, buck!
I lay dead alive,
in high anxiety,
on how to survive,
not by my piety.
One thing, I know of-
is my faith's prowess,
holding up above
emotional cuss.
That would sink grievance,
of chance not taken,
driving luck's deviance
to reawaken...
Good luck and fortune,
repairing this year
wornout misfortune,
not to reappear,
But bring on blessings...
meant for this year's grace,
out of gloom's dressings,
running out of chase.
Amen!
Apology
not good enough
Intention
still to blame
The road to hell
left burning red
its deviance
in flames
Excuses
rolling off the tongue
with lie
compounding lie
A higher power
judgment bound
the devil
— in denial
(Bryn Mawr College: July, 2024)
'Abnormal behavior'
long labeled 'deviance'
Today proudly bursts forth as
an LBGTQ+ Flag Dance
"We appreciate the popular democratic intention,"
began the Drag Queen Ball proclamation,
'Equity for All'
We would even more appreciate
a more specific lack of pretention:
'Equity for All Victims'
of Straight
White
Patriarchal Privileged
Trauma.
The masculine hotness we admire,
and gladly serve,
is a renewed ecofeminist face
to replace past Patriarchal
Capitalist
unfortunate RightWing embrace.
Ecocide,
like Transgender Matricide,
devolves from Patriarchal-Capitalist
self-fulfilling dark prophecies
win/lose zero-sum survivalist economies
fueled by hellish
anthro-privileged
dis-rapturous
anti-health for all
anti-living Earth becoming All
monotheistically desperate
demonic despair
Of a Straight White FatherGod
incapable of ecocidal repair
while continuing to invest
in punishing deviance
from Straight White Male
cosmic monotheistic glare.
I oft wonder about thee
the flame that once shone bright
into mine life
Have thou been extinguished
by all the lies
spread by deviance for all to behold
Or have thy flourished
using deceit and manipulation
to fuel forward
Nary a thought
as to the carnage you leave behind
in the hearts of others
Tis I ponder
Andreas Simic©
12 pillars.
2 fates
1 decision
Exempted actions, by masking the past with elegant words, preplanned manned with extraordinary deviance. But I’m the only immortal that has to deal with previous:
“issues”
of
“issues” caused by the other fate. The worst fate? The right? This is where the road forks. Do you risk it? Is it worth it? What merit has been given to be given a chance.
But that’s the answer: chance.
Do you chance it on fate? Or hate the outcome after the decision.
Premonitions leading to self doubt and questioning.
Deducing outcomes
But there’s only one… right?
12 flags, all red and white.
Surrendering up old habits or signs of repetition?
The colors are mixed well.
In completion
Completing what exactly?
Cancerous capitalism,
predative patriarchalism,
insist on runaway win v lose competitions
against EarthMother's resilient health
and ecofeminist resonant wealth
To fearlessly look
into mirrored medicine cabinets
noticing untherapeutic time's inevitable one way
past tense to present dense direction
******** of lines written
and rewritten
into this moment
of reweaving wonder
How resiliently limned health
reflects nutritional resonance
unlike discontinuous dominant deviance
cognitive dissonance
waving toward affectively unrooted absence
of anticipated confluence
Like tolerating personal bumps
lumps
wrinkles
mountains and valleys
of emergent panentheistically grand minds
in aging pantheistic
ancient ecologically interdependent organic bodies
Imagining climate pathological end
of healthy living green/blue Earth
predicted in commencement of cancerous capitalism
written in lines of greedy eyes
and needy ears
for anthropocentric
monoculturing opportunity,
predative win v lose rabidity.
So many seek you by the light of the dawn only to lose you through the haze of dusk
You are mysterious at times a silent secret in the navel of mans thoughts, a deviance
a variate inside the doors of the conscience far remote when peppered with denial
you want to be sought after like love agape,
so many seek you by the light of the dawn, only to lose you to the heady scent of musk
you are like a fine cut diamond in the raw, if I press you to a mirror you break the image
you save, you redeem, you make deer sleep, you see a sinner and turn him into snow
Palpable like the studded stars of heaven every filament of your grace, is a hot burner
You show up at the most inconvenient times and sometimes the most timely ones too
So many seek you by the light of the dawn but you being truth, always come as you are,
clear faced and bold, you hold your own
So many seek you by the light of the dawn only to lose you through the haze of dusk
you are mysterious, at times a silent secret in the navel of a womans thoughts , deviant.
Reasons
Somestimes we think,
Sometimes we drink!
Sometimes our mind,
Is lost in liquor or wine!
The trouble between both black and white,
Is that each see their view as right!
Let's work together for a single master,
Instead of fighting, which ends in disaster!
We could try annihilation of others,
But I ask you, who would go first!
With so much deviance in our behaviour,
The human race is quickly becoming a disgrace!
With more and more conflict, prejudice, and discrimination,
What is becoming of our so-called wonderful nation!
It is not too late for us to live in assimilation,
But the longer it is put off, this leads to disorganized nations!
All of us have God-give rights,
Why can't we live together, peacefully & quiet!
Let's all work together and end this vicious cycle,
Let's stop xenophobia, before it destroys us!!!
Most animals, wild or mild,
And birds, too, tend to
Recognize you
After a few encounters.
The dog is an excellent example.
It gets chummy
Invariably after a first meeting.
Even an ‘unreclaimed’ cat,
Suspicious by nature,
May try to be friendly with you,
Unless otherwise you are positively hostile.
But some animals, fortunately very few,
Show no signs of recognition whatever.
The donkey is an egregious example.
Will not care to greet anyone,
Not even its master,
Though it has lived with him for life.
Not so much as a look,
No sign or gesture—of familiarity.
Some humans behave so,
Like total strangers,
Even though greeting happens to be
A key communicative function—
In a civilized society.
Could you explain the deviance?
***
When
Will we accept our idealist indirection?
Deviated by selfish deviance;
byproducts of our own deceits.
Hope
Remains in anonyms who grasp moralizing concepts.
Courage must manifest promised tangibility.
Despair
Cripples forces of hope;
Sprinkling dreary forecasts, only to be left in doubt.
Questionable answers are found, such as...
Why do we be what we are?
1-16-2012
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