Spiritual Optimism
Silenced voices for millennia traverse upon repressed pivotal moments
Deplorable vow of secrecy resonates amid impregnable embattlements
Ancient nomads above burning desert sense overwhelming compassion
Thirst quenched with essential nutrients rejuvenates tenets of past eon
Primal fear of cosmic unknowns planet in isolation impose concealment
Incessantly radiating interstellar illumination awaken fireflies iridescent
Enigmatic passageway to astounding revelation shrouded in symbolism
Sweep ambiguities away strengthening indefatigable spiritual optimism
Categories:
embattlements, planet,
Form: Rhyme
All hail to thee love, your swave "eh" intrigues me.
Your embattlements stack like wet cordwood
upon the pile of used newspapers in my outhouse,
making the use of a corn cob most appealing.
I feel the need of purification, rejuvenation by fire.
Like holding a match under your out stretched eyelid
or maybe, just maybe sweeter, a cold sore
on the inside of your lip; so neat on a dinner date.
At least these things are real.
The lip has to heal, which it can do even if left alone.
Not like made-up words which have no direction,
no qualitative analysis, and no meaning
in the perceived circumstance or illustration.
Just made-up words which fit a line,
and you call it poetry?
You schmooze a line of B. S. at the reader,
in trite cliché and rusted phrasal tone,
riding the pretense of the sublime
and you call that poetry?
But then geezzz...? what can you expect
from someone whose only goal
is to piss someone off?
Categories:
embattlements, on writing and words,
Form: Free verse
Give me arrowhead decency
A supreme meaning to see
Beyond embattlements and car parts
After hustle bustle relapse
To witness standing strong
Cause I'm strung out, overloaded, debugged
Drifting midnight's icy whisper dangled
From crocodile boots and machete clearing
Out in the open hoping
Rope will wrastle my animal farm
Yet Orwell's nightmare occupies,
Blackens my ink pen rebuttal
Finally emerge to sea urchins churning
The real organism emersed in daylight
My mind faded a dime revoling escalator evolved
Through tyrannical times
The lustre of passing though after paying dues
Where now we meet and greet
The street looking juicy and sweet
Categories:
embattlements, childhood, urban,
Form: Free verse
I walk above all pain
risen and relentless
floating on borrowed air oblivious
This heart is impervious fortress, like stonewall embattlements
...that lie is twisted around every bitter past and hollow present
Meandering useless, wander and watch
Romances ebbing, flowing, flying, crashing...dead
Envy circles about my head
longer away, further removed...and lonely
This heart is porous Swiss, like wine-tasting afterthoughts
...that truth is a hulking shadow looming disproportionate
engulfing any new light on unseen horizons
Only wishing she might see and understand
My hot and cold passion platters served accordingly
apprehensive only in love's pursuits
timid like bullied school children cowering in corners
Brash and outspoken otherwise...shackled when it may matter
This heart is neglected farmland, like wartorn meadows
...that reality inhibits every bright angle of my soul
suffocating the man you would love...if you knew
Categories:
embattlements, introspection, loveheart, heart,
Form: Free verse