Your country, my country - I guess we do not
Own assets of such validation
More likely they own us, pretending we’ve got
The innate desire of nation
How do we recognize our ethnicity
Must be ingrained in the genes
But what if my genes sign of non-specificity
Regardless what nation there is
From the basis of my DNA, can they tell
Who is me, am I real or fake
What will generalize the AI from my cell
If I came to this world by mistake?
I feel morally exculpated
Every time I get blamed for the tribe
To which I’m formally related
But I don’t get that tribal vibe
People tend to have idols they trust
Something easy and wise, like AI
Out of a clay back to dust
Same old route through the horoscope sky
I wasn’t inventing a nation or country
If you’re going to charge me for this
I was born to live far from my favorite sea
So have mercy on me, wave a kiss.
Categories:
exculpated, mystery, sad, sea,
Form: Rhyme
Once a year
in the early spring
I scatter some reclaimed
seeds
from a section of yard
where the wild flowers grow --
a reserved place, there
left unattended
how they bloom, all on
their own
where the wild flowers
bloom,
a welcome to early bees
and butterflies
the old black cat seems to like
them as well
a nestled, deadly shadow, all comfy
in a lap of blazing, garnished nature
stroked by the southerly
tempering breeze
God! he has such allergies,
the poor little beast's, watery
eyes...
yet, every year
while I scatter
he seems to dream
faithfully
Lucifer, scourge of mice!
for a budding' moment, exculpated!
as a wand, my magician' hand
glides over the the future
materialized bed
seeding memories
long gone but not forgotten
when I was also omnipotent
demurely purring
one of the wild flowers
heedless of seasons
and the sentence of time --
Categories:
exculpated, allegory, butterfly, cat, flower,
Form: Free verse
Anguished cries in lieu of incoherant whisperings
Ambiguous foundations crack beneath our feet
Force eyes closed, hopes and dreams, glittering
Blood shed and battle cries, exhibit my defeat
Clawed hands quarry to grasp a new-found stranger
Twisted features unrecognisable upon a face
That so freely loved and laughed, void of dangers
Now a monster, a miscreation who feeds from disgrace
Distorting ecstacy into the soddenest seasons
Publically perform for all this mental masquerade
Vindicated, exculpated, for a million and one wrong reasons
Formulate liberation, then surrender, I'm afraid.
Where are you now, miss you, where did you go?
Pursuing lugubrious memories for familiarity
Chasing pipedreams from shadows, give them a blow
Repudiate your oppresive abuse, reclaim my sanity
23rd August 2011
Categories:
exculpated, lost love,
Form: Rhyme