IMMERSED
so fascinating
I recognise
a participant
existence
engaged
&critically
alert
& bewitched
I love
hearing
the torrents
of sound
this sensorium
throbbing
in an array
of art
inundated
by light
so
alluringly
mystical
experienced
in this way,
formal terms
sensation
& consciousness
fused
freestanding
yet
cascading
merged
in a detonation
of colour
saturated
images
of
surreal
dimension
both
spiritual both
&sensual drama
visual
ebbs &flows
to inaugurate
sacrosanct
rituals
in
liberation
of the eye
fantasy
in
experience in
echo
under
immersive
happenings
dissolved into
impressions
Articulate,
Becoming,
Circumnavigate,
Discerning,
Extrapolate,
Finishing,
Graduate,
Hoping,
Inaugurate,
Joking,
Karate,
Loving,
Mitigate,
Needing,
Operate,
Praying,
Quadruplicate,
Reaping,
Summate,
Trying,
Ultimate,
Vetting,
Workmate,
Xeroxing,
Zoning.
If I had to choose one above all others apart from Loving it would be extrapolate because to be able to extrapolate gives one a chance to see what is likely to happen further down the road if nothing changes.
Persuade me otherwise
But it began as an accident
Fission of a product of a single incident
With fate sealed, hoped it’ll turn out prudent
I, the aftermath, with a seal sans consent
Then came ululations, in pretense to inaugurate my arrival
Pampered, nursed with velvet hands, my presence was primal
As the days spun backwards, promises turned to fables
Soft nursing hands withdrew, center-stage took squabbles
I thought I’ll be handed a manuscript
Bearing tricks through the life’s loco swift
Lonely and lost in the midst of the Congo jug
Location locus pure plug and chug
With no direction`s aide memoir
And in intermittent demur
Am tapering and wading through the hazy
At times choosing wrong and ending messy
Knee-deep and neck-deep in trouble I wallowed
For the one trick whispered to me and I pillowed
Its never late for fresh start, not stitched to a single road
Under the tidal wave I’ll spring overboard
From mud, I’ll shower clean and I’ll glee
From fortunes shall I not flee
If you see me not ramble
Am not out to gamble
Spiritualists interact
My Dad's Colloquium was arranged at best.
Also, Memorial Hall to inaugurate on his honor
Everything was scheduled and program well set.
I was unaware: Am I entitled to speak in seminar?
I was feeling emotive urge to speak on this occasion.
I was the first to write about his life and works when he was alive.
How could I keep silent on his special recognition?
I volunteered to go for extempore finding no other alternative.
I ventured and spoke so well, I myself was astonished.
Soul of Dad interacted with mine as if I voiced messages of Dad.
Divine tie between me and Dad was instantly established.
Since forty years the facts I forgot, miraculously flashed.
I recollected, I worked shortly in Dad’s Cloud Chamber.
I felt proud enchanted revealing information to rewind,
to see myself as the only one present in the seminar
directly associated with Dad’s work: I was redefined.
10/07/18
In a desperate unknown inaugurate of a life.
beyond the interesting heaves of a new grief.
a story begin unheard of and untold of,
the secluded results of which were uphold of,
as the dawn of the new life declared,
a new melody of joy was layered,
that echoed through every corner of life path,
without any notion of harmony tears and wrath,
the unforeseen future of a new couple started to erupt,
as the wedding well dressed deuce abrupt,
dancing and gallivanting around with a tackle,
the twosome hymn the song with a cackle,
they gazed there twinkling eyes to one another with a sparkle,
as they gashed the wedding cake with a triumph of carpal.
If i could change the world, I’d eradicate poverty,
By doing away with the lower tax band heavy,
And implementing an increase in the others,
By a very large amount for our richer brothers.
I’d inaugurate a green tax, specifically to all,
Just like income tax, but avoiding the poor wall,
Straight to the home the bill would be sent,
And state “For ecology,” for atmospheres bent.
And I’d train all carers, no matter who they be,
Home care, PAs or care assistants, many to see,
And I’d reinforce in training that there exist some,
Who were developmentally slow, who ask you run.
I’d set absolute privacy laws for computers, tech,
Apart from for criminals who’ve been at the peck,
Who’s footprint would be traceable by a central body,
And disclosable to the police who’d not be shoddy.
Can you elaborate?
When I insinuate,
Or elucidate,
The postulate,
Of the populate ,
To the proclamate,
And indicate,
An approximate,
When to inaugurate,
The officiate,
To delegate,
Or orchestrate,
Us to celebrate
I view it as unseemly to use high-sounding language to make an impression.
I perceive it to be ostentatious to marshal words vainglorious in succession.
It is a determinant of consternation, if not constipation, to be so assaulted.
Obsessive practitioners of linguistic pomposity presume they are self-exalted.
Whom [note proper objective case usage] do they fathom they are deceiving?
Do they inaugurate imaginations veined by vanity that I am them believing?
I desire a day when poets dispossess themselves of verbiage of pretension
And with exemplary expediency abandon exotic words they need not mention.
Poets aspiring to perfection should endorse this humble verse unreservedly,
Or have their word-overworked works consigned to anonymity deservedly.
My notebook’s out of pages;
I’m writing on the last.
The time it takes to fill one
Seems to zip by rather fast.
My finished books are in a pile
Replete with all my rhymes,
Reflecting how I felt about
The topics of the times.
I carry ‘round a smaller version
When I’m not at home
So I can always have a place
To jot my daily poem.
Tomorrow I’ll inaugurate
A brand new sheaf of leaves,
Which soon will hold the latest thoughts
My racing mind conceives.
Why vote for governments
That uses you
That abuses you
Confuses you and refuses you
Why vote for governments
That doesn’t respect or defend your rights
And fight with all their might’s
Why vote for governments that are not contrite
And feel their evil doings are alright
Why vote for governments
That steals the meals off poor people’s plate
Yes I know you can relate
You lobbyist and you rich conglomerates
You leaders brought this world to this state
You closed equal opportunity gates
You email-gate, water-gate, racial profile, hate!
You collaborate to devastate by inaugurate debates
And brain washing mandates
You empty and launder it
The treasury’s financial reserves hey wait!
You vaingloriously defend your scandals eh mate
Yeh! You really forced me to explashiate
Against fractured cannibalistic nature politics
Syndromes of “eat ah food” government’s historics
Past and present, you categorize and polarize
Our society for your sooooole benefits
Eh why vote mate?
©Copyright August 27, 2014 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
When enveloped within her caress
One will have come to master the conception
That blackness isn’t as careless as she seems
Murmuring monotonous nocturnes
To inaugurate safety
And endorse loyalty
Now it is not entirely certain
Whether such knowledge
Is deemed fallacious or authoritative
Though does there exist a plausible reason
For such subjective musings?
Desperation cause my strain
but to inaugurate truth's justice
causing not contain - invalid
the music from the rain.
Some bending for my soul,
invigorating caught - pallid!
And then the angels rescue me
that awesome reel of faith, its scope -
And strength be my hurt's seine,
that carry over, now hope's skein!
Life, in the cruelty of morning light,
Is a strand of copper blond hair
With auburn roots, asleep on a pillow.
Are you waiting for the snail mail
To bring you the implant
That will explode in your head?
Or will you dedicate your life
To multiplication of garbage that oozed
Into ancestral rivers, lakes and skies?
Will you let blood bubble on the Tigris
Or become a collector of limbs in Grozny,
While I inaugurate a thousand Darfurs?
Will we terrorize freedom in freedom’s name?
Goliath, let us fortify, let us amend,
Or one day David will pelt us with a catapult,
Blood will copiously flow
From our forehead into our eyes,
We will be blinded, unless we already are.
Deep cleansing milk has to be sold by the gallon,
And, of course, Listerine.