In ancient time
The ninety seventies are up in patina, a yellowish colour
of the ancient when I was young; and for me, it is still
not far away and remembered as a good time, mainly
because I was busy finding my feet
In the interim 50 years, much has changed, now is not
a good time to be young, the world has aged badly.
1970, the last man guillotined in France, but thousands
have died in civil wars at the hands of war machines.
The attention span is lower now than before, atrocities
like the Iraq war is forgotten, even Libya reduced
to a failed state is in the limbo of being in the past, future
and the ever-present now.
We are blasted with news that rolls so fast we have no
chance to take it, is the leaders want, you must not think
to see through their lies, lest you should disagree.
Categories:
guillotined, anniversary, corruption, desire, feelings,
Form: Sonnet
As a loosed bird and the broad liberties of the sky,
So have been long life’s borderless freedoms and I;
I often have kissed countless trolls’ decoying lips,
And thought their lush mouths such nectared tips.
I severally have ridden on the precarious backs
Of seamless airs and on swift-swimming sharks,
Whereon Fate and Time had gigantic glutting turn;
Soiling the white soul in which raging embers burn.
I never have seen vast humanity’s single heart,
Kind enough to lend even a distant aiding hand;
Always have larger world’s gloatingly fired eyes
Weirdly relished this one-man’s lamenting band.
Never have greenest dreams and rawest sorrows
Met so juxtaposedly on bullish life's shifting plane;
Nor guillotined goals thus defied Destiny’s gallows,
To pay with hope such low lot as only pariahs gain.
He's never alone who with his intact dreams abides,
For fortune will someday show her soft hidden sides.
Categories:
guillotined, anxiety, betrayal, character, depression,
Form: Bio
It’s Dead! Buried! Murdered! By
Societal Evolution. Technology has
Guillotined it, chopped to,
Shards of quick transference.
Paperless, Ephemeral, Unbounded By
Chemical mixtures, giving whole
Recognition, permanence. Now
It is whisked away, as Dandelion fluff
In the wind of electrons.
Meaning given by consent of,
Ignorant users, only capable of,
Mangling, what they could not
comprehend in full form.
Butchers trying to extract more
Time for Air Head endeavors of
Tactile and Visual and Auditory,
Sensations of Erotic Exercises,
That soon callous the senses.
Categories:
guillotined, on writing and words,
Form: Elegy
Robespierre, Danton and all of those
crazy French revolution 'heroes'
had thousands guillotined
by La Machine that gleaned
heads; then 'offed' their own midst their wild throes.
Categories:
guillotined, history,
Form: Limerick
From single drop of dew guillotined on light
The blood flowed leaving the day white
Above world of red rage of racial rituals,
Orange mellow of satisfaction sought.
Yellow roses say angers end is admissable
Blues change to country songs, blue
Surf whispering on the lips green waves breaking
On an indigo morning of the inviolate eye.
From God's light outpoured
The colors of all his children
Singing the multiplicity of races in heaven
The choir of redemption
Balming the blind blunders of egos wrongs
And I had wanted to tell you along
How my patience pine at your lips
To hear you speak uninterrupted and respected
By a man needing you for more than desire
Soon we holding hands so away from the surfs cold tongue
Suckimg the salt sands under our friendly feet
Our bodies naked as a flag, and I untented
Before the majestic honesty of love
Build the alternative to the heart's
Confrontation of rock and tides.
I saw the spray scattered in silver light
The prism broken like an egg
The spectra of colors shedding evidence
Our beginning was from a common tree
Black and white keys singing in harmony.
Categories:
guillotined, life
Form: Free verse
There's always a house
Some weird vacant residence
Kids stay away from
Especially on certain nights
Those nights when the Moon is bright
Climbing those porch steps
Would take more than just courage
No child would risk it
It's the Taylor House Story
A tale both true and GORY!
The house I describe
Has three stories a long porch
And boarded windows
Except for one by the top gable
'Death's Door' so goes the fable
No boards on this one
No glass either just splinters
Three jagged sabres
It's said a boy in his teens
Stuck in his head - GUILLOTINED!
Now! On moonlit nights
Some still hear those awful thumps
The window comes down
THUMP! His head hits the roof THUMP!
Rolls on down hits the ground THUMP!
Well? To climb those steps?
It would be insanity
No child would risk it
A vision so full of dread
That thumping bouncing DEAD HEAD!
Categories:
guillotined, death, fantasy, funnyhouse, child,
Form: Tanka
Stupefied in this vast slaughter house
Where the fingers of crude murderers seek
The napes of neck the sheaf of hair
Forget settled ways now just seek mad heroism.
This is the end of me perhaps wind will carry
On back of coarse canvas a song of prejudice
To torture to kill cut down the sleepy slopes
Along hills where spiders set fire to hazel leaves.
The forces of intimidation settling on waxpod
Marshes
Into tasteless heaps of gold and the marbled
Symptoms
Filled with guillotined leaves ad the barren
Forest
The universe mislaid now among some nocturnal
Trivials.
Categories:
guillotined, angst, loss
Form: Lyric
A few meters from me is a man
on the breadline; secluded; a beggar—
with his cluttered suit and long parched hair—
add to that a greasy hand
beseeching silvers from the people
wryly staring at him
(at the life he didn’t choose) as they pass by;
but no one seemed to mind.
At the other flank of the street is a soul—
murdered; guillotined; a victim—
amid her blood-smeared gown
she has been sauntering back and forth:
pleading for justice
(and perhaps searching for her head);
but how could people help out,
they couldn’t notice her.
Above me is a bird—
homeless; ravenous; a sufferer
of men’s egotistical doings.
Now he has nowhere to go—
no trees to put up a nest;
(and possibly, no bird of the same feather);
and a breeze of infected air—
all because no one seemed to care.
As the day turned into night—
uplifted; inspired; a noble man I became,
by these enormous stories I witnessed
that only few are able to see.
Categories:
guillotined, life, people, satire, urban,
Form: Narrative