I exult this is a dark weave of a white thread, unduly discarded all but the waste and winnowing sortilege if cause gave rise then a room filled with pearls is illogically bent away from their holders, so is the cause such is the reason that like any entire world the fountains have run dry and only the manson of stars endures.
"kamikaze"
Isn’t it odd
how you always gravitate back to me,
I circle your mind like a helicopter
you watch me
like a moth
attracted to flames,
lit in succulent tender air waves
the others will state their absolute grievances,
it’s a force majeure for preconceived
unaccountable and unavoidable catastrophes
but We,
persist, We,
kamikaze
all artificial
and unintelligent,
other side of the wall
reasoning
bows,
to Love,
always
Love,
gravitates,
persists,
calls us all in
just as debutantes,
there We are,
our insides shining out,
illogically
semi-public
so un-upperclassed,
We are, barefeet dancing
under eye-glass boiling,
serious insects
quartered illogically
'neath microscope petri'd
kamikaze
Love
calls Us all in
debutantes
illogically
troped
“Juliet is the Sun!”,
espouses Romeo;
little does he know,
She is more
than a
soft black-holed velvet galaxy
She's a
Universe, diamond sharp
turned inside out
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Age has taken a sobering toll
On my imagination
I no longer think illogically
Just logically, and rhetorically
I never have an answer
A rocket never reached the moon
By dreaming About the cost
And wars, I'm sure, have been fought
For logical reasons
Of course war, in a sense, is illogical
Because who wants all that loss?
I want to think that anything is possible
I want to believe in super men
Cause maybe if I do
Or you, and everyone else does too
It could become the truth
you went supernova
with oddly
an oddity about space
that tied in with the moon landing
and your course was set.
you questioned the existence
of life on Mars
created a persona, and wife
the Stardusts
sung of the prettiest one.
loved the alien
illogically were afraid of Americans
got high
got low
crashed the same car many times.
ultimately not the chaos
but the cancer
the chameleon called
the changeling claimed
blessed, then cursed.
swung with the best of them-
spun songs too
Starman, sadness overwhelms
we knew you
and every outrageous costume change.
I saw a blackstar in the sky tonight
and knew
it was true
goodbye spaceboy
ashes to ashes
funk to funky
dust to stardust.
12.1.2016 07:30am
Oh gosh
In a maze
Mess over here
Mess over there
Everywhere
Like zombie apocalypse
Coming to get me
Gonna plan
My action of attack
With plastic bags and boxes
As their coffins
Ain't compromise
Nope
Ain't shedding a tear
Coz this will set me free
Opening up the horizon
Opportunities
Fresh ideas
Productive lifestyle
Making me
Oh My Gosh
Blaming my lazy behind
Thinking
I will need this and that
Reasoning illogically
Been nagged
Till my ears about to fall off
And my eyes shaking up
Long for days, months and years
Gonna bust
Their territory
Making my headquarters
Armed with discipline
Not making this happen again
Throw stuff
Like Michael Jordan
Banana kick like Cristiano Ronaldo
Swift myself like Usain Bolt
Then finale myself
Holding cape
Clearing the mess
Saying "Ole!"
Bull eye!
© Sue Sanzz 2020
In disingenuous defenseless dreams of the damned have wept
They awaken within sempiternal solitudes that they have slept
They're above all asseveration of tenacious tears they accept
For inside patricentric passage of time becomes illogically inept
The axiomatic assembly of manqué multitudes in pacifistic plight
Their damnation dorms of diversity desecrated upon a fatal finite
Humankind’s humility a harbinger of ritualistic recrudescent rite
And sorrowful sins syndicate with vigorous velocity and appetite
Their altruistic ambient soul tangled torn beyond comprehension
Desolate deprived within a deceitful delight of a demons detention
Isolated and audaciously abandoned onto the grasp of evil intention
May love levitate their tragic turmoil and align them with ascension.
...play the video first...then listen to the poem any time after that...
...Reprise from March.28.2018...
March.07.2020
Winged Warrior
Not for Contest
The logic of life…
illogically pure
In search of itself,
last problem to cure
Synapses relapse,
science reclaims
The form with the formula,
washed down the drain
Structural weakness,
obsolescence defined
The clocks after midnight,
forever to chime
With finality’s ink,
used falsely to stamp
The rug underneath us,
pulled out in a rant
Our nature found larcenous,
truth we must steal
To claim for ourselves,
what our lies deem as real
While eternity listens
to this comedy play out
The light calling us inward
—past reason and doubt
(Strafford Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
Let’s not forget our calmer gods,
Our babies flooding over our bodies while
Lying on the small and colorful living room rug.
Bug-eyed joy darting into my soul from strange corners of the body.
It’s the lying and rolling and crashing and skin-skin madness they care about,
Because whether or not they’re cognizant of it,
It is what you need, illogically and without reason.
Get dirty and senseless, roll around with the Spirit Quest Gang,
Your children, your future, your breathe of fresh topsy-turvy
Life-affirming activity.
Forget your brain and let them point the way,
To your own collective salvation and unmitigated fun.
Love me and hate me at the same time
Less I be the bringer of comfort and pain
You can choose to go forward or be left behind
Because in life... you can neither go nor remain
Have you run too far or stayed too near?
Have you seen what you do not see?
So you show machoism when you fear?
Why don’t we become what we never will be?
I can be tolerant with an anger at peak
I can also be ridiculous when I’m vulnerably alone
I’m playfully vengeful without words I speak
And to silently be grateful within a crowd left to my own
Why lie knowing truth can kill?
Why be honest when lying I can save?
How did and when were laws made for who?
How is the same since for hence to differently behave?
There are too many rights and wrongs
We have logic illogically and logically
I am myself somewhere and nowhere I belong
Living but in moments if not momentarily
.......................
08/04/2019
Genre: Life
Song: Enigma Vol. 8
Missing, missing, missing
Is all I am doing.
Kissing, kissing, kissing
Is all I am wishing for.
Yearning, yearning, yearning
Is all I am doing.
Coz I love you
Yeah babe I love you
Coz I need you
Yeah babe I need you
You affect my senses
Yeah babe you do
Coz I love you
Yeah babe I do
Aching, aching, aching,
Is my body doing,
Crazy, crazy, crazy,
Is my mind going,
I wish I could cut this thing off.
That is how it goes
When you love someone so much
So that anything else
Besides her is never
A look of love, a face of love.
Confused, confused, confused,
Is all I am without you.
Frantic, frantic, frantic
Are all my efforts for you.
Dirty-holy, dirty-holy, dirty-holy
Are all my thoughts about you.
I feel as if everyone falls for you,
Craves for you, loves you like I do,
Illogically.
Take a closer look on the table
Dust? Ants? Frog? Banana?
It's sparkling
Maybe it's the magic fairy dust
Or a tiny alien that travels through space and time
Oh! I know!
It's your reflection, darling
See, it's the most beautiful person you've ever met
You spark so much
Do you believe me?
It's illogically, I know
Tables don't even have reflection
But the eyes to yourself is
You're great, wonderful and beautiful
Be you
Strong, courageous and amazing
In disingenuous defenseless dreams of the damned have wept
They awaken within sempiternal solitudes that they have slept
They're above all asseveration of tenacious tears they accept
For inside patricentric passage of time becomes illogically inept
The axiomatic assembly of manqué multitudes in pacifistic plight
Their damnation dorms of diversity desecrated upon a fatal finite
Humankind’s humility a harbinger of ritualistic recrudescent rite
And sorrowful sins syndicate with vigorous velocity and appetite
Their altruistic ambient soul tangled torn beyond comprehension
Desolate deprived within a deceitful delight of a demons detention
Isolated and audaciously abandoned onto the grasp of evil intention
May love levitate their tragic turmoil and align them with ascension.
March.28.2018
Triple-A Challenge
Sponsored by: Robert Haigh
Placed 9'th
Verse 1
Each day is a miracle, unique, inimitable
I’m right on time, it’s time to shine
Great companions by my side
Steps I took illogically, questioning intrinsically
A lesson shown, it’s mine to own
Thankfulness for I am not alone
Chorus
Of all that seemed impossible, my time to claim the incredible
The journey may be uncomfortable, yet there’s no better place to go
No turning back right through the pages, evolution comes in stages
I’ll take a step with confidence, come rain or shine
I’ve got happiness
Verse 2
Wholesomeness and honesty, valuing validity
To truly see, the best in me
To gain progress with clarity
Of no mind to vacillate, onward steps towards the gate
A clearer sky, I’m aiming high
Lest the journey passes me by
Chorus
Bridge
Train your reach towards the sky
With magnitude you’ll amplify
There’s no need to justify
To truly know, oh
Is to truly try
Chorus
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©?
I look within my bag, and baggage more unquenched desires.
N erve wrecking mental state, thus illogically surmounts.
T he wisdom of sages to simplify life ends in absurd futility.
R ather than emptying my burden, I trudge along heavier.
O ptimistic spirits flag at half mast with added expectations.
S oul's agony increases as all choices seem primordial.
P eople and their superimposed views ironically carry more value.
E ach breath, thus hisses heavily to keep up that image with fleeting time.
C aution is blown asunder with the pleasurable deluge of being constantly affected.
T ransparency through our traits help us to know ourselves better for intellectual purity
I nner view of our dilemmas and ripping apart our masques is essential to peace.
O ur own self awareness has to be critically analysed to realise what is to be valued.
N onetheless, self introspection is a beep which debates to create order out of chaos.
June 24, 2016
For John Hamilton
Introspection-Acrostic
How do we distinguish between fact and fiction?
I want the truth without the friction--
No such thing as absolute truth,
No presence of evidence or proof,
No memory of facts and data,
Philosophy’s delusion is tearing me apart--
Forgetting Descartes . . .
I want,
I need,
I sense,
My hierarchy of needs is reversed;
All my incentive is dispersed.
To love illogically,
To enforce and regulate,
To believe what you are told,
Where does it all become narrow?
Traveling through time’s arrow--
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