Awash with fire tinted shade,
indigo a shrill magnet,
serene usher I extol,
as fool’s gold sky slinked
blue hue phase swift facile flit,
dust and gas spark burnt red lit,
magenta my bosom fair,
hue’d lithe peck, dusk flare
SYNONYMOUS TRUTHS
renouncing
facile
antidote
by
mere
imitation
to
hail
&advocated
artistic
flowering
of
possibilities
in
contradictory
yearnings
utterly
unattainable
impetuous
individual
outpourings
claim
&
emphasise
perhaps
succeed
aspirations
in
simultaneous
outlines
of
asserted
honoured
detail
Would I besmirch the facile and the wicked,
perch-like I browse as lethargy enslaves.
Many the flock that follows flag and anthem
were I so brave to counter flotsam knaves.
Current so strong that most are swept before it,
noble and brave the outcast ne're do well.
Steadfast is he,is he who wags a finger,
nose pinching hard that harbinger from hell.
Lying dead on the concrete floor,
Chilly weather and the concrete is just as cold.
How did that bubbly Nice kid die?
I guess he had too much roaming around in his little creative mind.
Gun in his mouth and the smoke still flowing,
Blood all over and the camera still rolling.
Is this an act, was he making a movie?
What about the morning after he is done? His body deep under the calm yet stern mud.
Did he live a facile life or was it a fun one?
And was his demise worth even a dime?
What will be the views of emotionless humans on this lugubrious crime
Surely worth a watch, surely worth your precious time.
I love walking in rain-
Not because I love rain
It's because,it blends my tears
I love lingering with lies
Not because I'm liar
It's because truths are more painful
I love dwelling with darkness
Not because I love it
It's because I won't see those betrayals
I love being silent
Not because I love silence
It's because my words are never heard
I love poetry
Not because I love verse
It's because,merely facile to relay
This sandy shore is mine, I am its vassal;
building my fort, I was much too facile.
Just as I finished, here came a passel,
a passel of beach possums, razzle-dazzle.
I'm not quittin', though it be a hassle;
possum trash'l be an awesome castle.
One day I took the subway
and I went around the world
From one car to another
a new nation’s flag unfurled
The train took off from Brooklyn
and I hopped on at Times Square
and by the time that I got home
I’d been most everywhere
The couple that spoke Yiddish,
and hurried on their way
were deep in conversation
which she ended with, “Oy vey.”
And then I heard some talking
that turned out was Portuguese
At first I thought was Spanish
might as well been legalese
Rushing through the last three cars
so packed, I had to squeeze
I heard an “Arigatou”
which I know is Japanese
“La vita non è facile”
I smiled because I knew
The woman spoke Italian
and the meaning came right through
Then right before I exited
the girl who dropped her toy
Said “Shukran,” as she took it
from the little Arab boy
There aren’t many places
you can hear a language mix
After work, around the world
and still be home by six
Breezy,
break away free bird,
as free as easy as the wind
wanderess go onward
~ through life~
with an incessant need
to find solace
and meaning
back in god’s grace
It’s penetrating places you roam
and journeyed from
Free bird without
a home, without your flock
Once wings spread across
golden honey horizons
then held still on a dock
Cries o’er the retched waves
drenched in its chunder
into the d
e
e p
pulled
u
n
d
e
r
yet, naïve waif,
like a seagull in the skyline so free,
inside is a breezy pathfinder
Blowing are the winds o’er the sea
facile and carefree
Jagged are rugged roads that block,
all paths ahead obscure
bone trails lead downward
Mountain lions abound stalk,
smell the desperation on sweat
dripper of hurt, rebellious
When ships pass in at night,
they speak in the darkness,
disappear in the vastness
Free bird fly far—far away,
never to return again
A tempest moves the wind
wildly through the trees
s~h~a~k~ing sands
Put your hands together
Wanderess,
be still, runner
contend a prayer
come into sense
come home ~
Tears, they flow as giddy gushing streams,
and meddle with our facile sense of joy,
seamlessly they interface cod emotions,
whirlpool laughter smothers trite elation,
smirking bogus rivulet, weeping willow branch,
to that toxic ocean known as hollow mirth
A man was born to dignify
Deserving every piece of respect
For the fantabulous of intelligences
For the bright shine of mindsets
Of the pure and sharp eyesight
And of the facile and sturdy hands
Finely handles with delicacies
While the decency of the manners
Bestowed its glamourous graces
Of these evidence for the grades
Of its freedom and dominance
To be owned by a respectable man
No third parties could obstructing
Nor the contrived defer his shining
Of its presence as a master of men
With rights legitimated by nature
Rather, by artificially made with power
Into a headless minion of followers
Harvesting the man-made bumptious
Though, may success for glossing face
But deemed meaningless in a man's eyes
We are much alone when old,
after lifetimes of accompaniment,
of tacit support and connection
from our friends and peers.
Must I now label as mental failing
sometime strange behaviors I exhibit?
These are a consequence of long living,
result in my speaking to the air, to myself and
to my beloved pets. No one else is around.
This becomes habitual. I explain that it is
only to retain my sanity, ability to speak,
to think, to hone skills of artful conversation,
of facile verbal composition.
Although silence may be soothing
or oppressive, calming or profoundly
disturbing, pets are a great comfort --
though they sometimes underscore
and magnify lack of human interaction.
Loneliness is a sad consequence
of aging, intensifying losses, magnifying
declining mental agility, dulling consciousness
of changes in behavior. To fill empty hours,
to calm fears, to feel at peace, welcome
the company and affection of pets.
Treat them as deserving beloved ones.
We should protect, support, preserve them.
They are as central to our lives
as we are to theirs.
A new intern,
nervy, eager.
Old guy in bed -
terminal ticket to wherever.
He opens his eyes,
points a trembling finger
to something or other,
then speaks.
"Google me."
The young Doctor
only watches TikTok
for the cat videos...
This facile observation,
is not a metaphor
for anything at all.
It's not facile to express what you feel,
Always do, lest your pain denies to heal.
Search for words to share your heart,
So they can capture your deepest part,
It’s your fight, a dear fight and true —
To wipe emotions, your restraint through,
So you will break free with a new song,
A victor’s melody, where dancers throng.
I’m stuttering on this facile analogy
Like I’m tripping on dubious morality
I’m lisping on my plain quizzicality
Like I’m limping on roads to tonality
I’m damaged.
A marred good with no return policy
I’ve bled alone to one too many fights
I’ve slept wide awake one too many nights
I’ve stared into oblivion one too many sights
I’ve chosen death to one too many plights
Save me,
I’ve sullied too many lives
I’ll lie to your face again
I’ll smile with no grief again
I’ll die to your words again
I’ll fly with no wings again
Leave me be.
I’ll dry your ocean eyes again
I’d wish my life color
I’d vie a stolen muller
I’d carve my own collar
I’d slit my neck in choler
You’d tempt me,
I’d fade in my own luster
It’s just that,
It’s hard to breathe these days
It’s sad that,
‘Languish’ is my ultimatum (huh), what a cliché’
And it’s worse that
I’m the cause of my own decay.
To those who seek instant gratification -
I am a process, not a destination.
Happiness.
We attempt to crack its code, however,
It remains a lifetime long endeavour.
Deeply desired, wondrous state of mind -
Its fleeting facile feeling redefined.
Teasing and taunting us with verve and grace,
Happiness’ touted appeal won’t erase.
It collaborates with chaotic foes
Under scrutiny of their highs and lows.
It often veers from solid status quo -
Moment of now would be its best m.o.
Even though happiness scoots on the run,
Give it a shot and catch it when you can!
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