Light arrives from its flight
wheeling behind its suitcase of shadows,
exposures, echoes and consequences.
It spills its hoard across the floor,
and gathers remnant dark
remains from dim corners.
It daubs and stitches
black silhouette capes and patches
behind all it passes.
These shadowy figures are light's wind vanes
tracing where its being seen.
Light reveals the cracks, dents, dust and flaws
hidden by unrealized expectations.
It dusts the scene for fingerprints
and other forensic traces
bringing all the hidden
unseemly before and afters
into stark relief.
Nothing escapes light's black valise
carry-on bag.
The political biochemistry of triumphs and defeats
Lives its spasmodic life
Consisting of precious milliseconds,
Precise calculations and brutal muscle power.
But this bodily activity
Doesn't mean a thing
Without the reports, the flags, the anthems, the politics of international relations,
Without the sensational exposures,
regularly supplied by biologists.
And what is left for those who are not involved in the world of national vanities,
A world of deadly grudges and the will to win,
A world of flag-waving and sublimated hatred, even in those who imagine themselves observers?
None of the above, actually.
Our victories have long since been converted into ordinary days.
When half an hour passes in ten minutes
And evenings linger until dawns
For no apparent reason.
We live as gamblers
monumental exposures
Karma camera
There’s a new style of gown
That’s begun to hold sway
In which boobs of all sizes
Are there on display.
I’m not talking of cleavage,
Attractive and chic,
Where the bosom’s tucked in
And you just get a peek.
No, the styles I refer to
Are cut to provide
Full exposures of breasts.
(Just the nipples can hide.)
So you stare and you wonder,
Since bras are in doubt,
What will happen if one
Or the other pops out.
Such a wardrobe malfunction
Would cause lips to purse
But the way these gowns look
It would not be much worse.
*inspired by the Academy Awards
EXPRESSIONS IN FOCUS
common in
dimension
focus
so obviously
inherent
&
atmospheric
an irresistible
niche
tending towards
the ideal
long
exposures
asserted abrupt&
static
in composure
slender transparent
faint
concurrent
traditional&
consummate
&
yet
a process
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
In the country we see more
when it is the darkest.
Horses shine in the moonlight.
Stars bore holes through infinity.
When a full moon
leaps over the trees
the land ripples
with nocturnal exposures,
things unnoticed in daylight.
After a deep gloom
when nothing glows or shimmers
the dawn can look like a shipwreck,
as if a night sea had crashed
upon sleeping eyes.
Later, daylight struggles up its beach
shaking off a leaching blindness.
In the country,
just one star is enough to see by
we don't need a starfield,
but in the city
just one streetlight
can cast acres of shadow.
In the country
we look up to confirm where we are.
In the city
we look up and wonder if we are lost.
reality
in space
representations
of perspectives
perceived
exposures
of idiosyncratic
questions
without answers
intent to disturb
or calm
the art of making
not judging
fragments flattened
in two dimensions
it is what it is
..just ways & means
depictions
sans
explanations
How well I know this place
with its multicolored, sloping gardens
and glittering, fountained pools
but its beauty is fleeced by repetition
Loneliness tests the resolution of the young
with our howling appetite to experience
and be shaped by exposures.
Like the gleaming barrel of a gun,
the clock points at nothing
and the crimson sunset leads
to another empty, quiet night.
Madness..
The faces of unknown..
Lurking ..
Hiding behind the shadows..
Madness tucked underneath destruction..
Exposures withheld..
Mysteries not unfolding
As desires to unfold arises..
Madness succumbs to wickedness..
As sinister plots carry on ..
Secretive manipulations lures all..
A thirst for justice
A hunger for truth..
The freedom to allow..
To..
Await the wrath of madness to subside..
Where wishes brings forth hope..
Brighter tomorrows ...
Quenched is a thirst for justice..
A hunger for truth is satisfied..
It was Hemingway
early
And Dickinson
late
Those early
exposures
The trail of
my wake
No bar left
unvisited
Or brawl left
unfought
No school that could
answer
Dialectic
untaught
Now this corner
I sit in
Both welcomes
and warms
And the thoughts
it retriggers
No movement
just form
I once had
looked over
What I now look
within
From this chair
that I captain
Where in virtue
—I sin
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
It was Hemingway
early
And Dickinson
late
Those early
exposures
The trail of
my wake
No bar left
unvisited
Or brawl left
unfought
No school that could
answer
Dialectic
corrupt
Now this corner
I sit in
Both welcomes
and warms
And the thoughts
it retriggers
No movement
just form
I once had
looked over
What I now look
within
From this chair
that I captain
Where in virtue
—I sin
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
So nonchalant, beyond dull care life seems.
Unveiled beneath, a broken heart that bleeds.
Torn by remorseful reoccurring dreams.
Of love once pure, besmirched through wanton deeds.
A furtive glance, a fine romance that strayed,
In dalliances chains enslaved by lust.
Deflowered knave in shallow trysts betrayed,
A precious love, now crushed bereft of trust.
Exposures shame was losing self-respect.
A humble life that suffers extreme pain.
When shadows fall on manners circumspect.
Suspicions running rife, apprise again.
Until ascetic doctrines renounce sin,
Inveigled by temptation deep within.
1/ 19/ 2018.
She was an abstract woman in a clinical world
theoretically reasoning her notions were perfectly
discerning midst-chaotic sensibilities,
whilst her inane whimsicality kept semblances of
insanity eye-leveled twixt reconfigurable ideologies'
over-share & objectionably designated delicacies of
exothermic exposures pseudo-psychic phenomenons,
therefrom she found divinities were misaligned
with governmental expansions as an alternative to
spirituality and hypotheses of butterfly hurricane frolics,
'twas indubitably manifestations of poetically piddled
calculating escapism artistes & scoffing con-conspirators
Even though bent neck on the book
gives a better and worthy outlook
knowledge without virtues and principles
Is a knife used constantly against humanity and life.
School itself gives mentally sound stability
but to overcome challenges, social molding gives the ability.
It’s beyond the bigotry of classrooms
rather, a system which opens an inventory of exposures.
Mental development has no gender
the blouse of civility and trouser of productivity it renders
to a society where tolerance is secretary
and good reasoning its lifestyle and a human notary.
Instincts may tell to give stupidity its medicine,
openness on the other hand is its ultimate vaccine.
Development and improved living, literacy’s only fixtures
giving the diseased skin of humanity a final smooth texture.
The harness moans creaking in the softness
Clasping the free falls in pure nakedness
Enchanted the mace ends light-up at edges;
Enslaver to be in true warrior mode:
A mans world you endeavor to cross now,
Tread softly as you step crushing a heart
Beware you the males’ silent killer;
Consort and make this world safe for mankind.
Together to kiss in joy of love drips,
Go over or under the bridge in flips;
Ecstasy tracking each others in bluffs:
'Cricketjeff' deflated watches decoy skits.
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