Only point to matter is the fulcrums peak.
As pivotal, the equilibrium we seek.
Critical mass tipped to offset sum.
Heavily shifts the weight of outcome.
Impressive pressures impart fractional distresses.
Coalesces into convoluted messes.
Broken focus binding fixation to disrepair.
Unified in the disconnection that we share.
Snapping in concert to the beat of your clique.
Adversarial dependency, "it's them who's sick".
Blind fidelity illuminates obscured perception.
Signals interference scrambles any reception.
Contrary dispositions act to characterise.
Spectrum of identity compelled to polarise.
Modalities of agency subjectional by nature
Parallel accordingly by acquisition or endenture.
Categories:
fulcrums, corruption, life,
Form: Rhyme
no hocus pocus
reality feels bogus
dreams zap our focus
abstract besets real locus
if for love then who woke us
chosen now woken
open sesame spoken
deepest thought broken
wilderness needs a token
perhaps heaven’s unbroken
cosmic hey presto
one very hot potato
slipped past dear plato
consciousness found ratio
fulcrums master, builds nato
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By David Kavanagh
Howmanysyllables 5/7/5/7/7 x 3
03/07/2022
Categories:
fulcrums, confusion, how i feel,
Form: Tanka
The pinnacle spires high
with fulcrums underneath
prodding with refinement
like sugar grinding teeth
to form life in decay
until all cells betray
the protein code mapped out
when time and flesh combine
to trigger our splendor
in blazing hope benign,
sharing each reaction
locked away in fraction.
Collusion whelps in pain
as billions of fresh eyes
shrug away lies arcane
to peel away the guise
extolling disarray
when day erodes away.
Categories:
fulcrums, allegory
Form: Rhyme
The slog line tugs my drift
Cutting me to death's side
Fulcrums prove harsh to shift
Most won't barter with pride
Mercy proffers your gift
Across that vast divide
Am I worthy to quest
Toward the heart of the sun?
When I search for my best
Cowardice tears to run
So wrapped up in my jest
Selfish fun spurs this shun
The faces of fleet past
Hover around my head
Most rush by rather fast
Others cork me with dread
These glories unsurpassed
Network my flow with thread
Servant wraiths swoop to gnaw
Everything I could be
Tremors pulse up my jaw
When submitting hope's plea
Passions repel that claw
Your safety ensnares me
What a burden to toss!
Mortal weight floats away
Such transitory loss
From this dimension's fray
Shall one day reach across
To pull us from this clay
Wheels relinquish firm grip
As this grim can twists out
Chaos hastens my slip
On this treacherous route
Impact compels a flip
While I spout my stunned shout
Categories:
fulcrums, mystery, visionaryme,
Form: Rhyme