Life slithers satisfied in the self-made furrow,
I incise in the known terrain for tomorrow.
The journey I waver to take beyond the familiarity,
for the company of kinship is a kind of security.
The challenges of the unknown build impediment,
I strive boldly, but can't cross even being confident.
I may try to change the course of life to win,
but the endeavor I don’t risk to deal with the unseen.
The known roads may veer to uncertainty for sure,
no longer I can travel complacent and secure.
In the unknown territory outside my own domain,
the fear of the indefinite within me will remain.
When I build my own pathway and feel proud,
it will soon be full of nameless crowd.
Strangers will scramble to stay on,
an act of intrusion in private realm I will reckon.
For my mind conditioned to identify what I know,
unsafe and unreliable signals the aliens will show.
In the clutch of xenophobia it will close in distress,
for I am scared of the unfamiliar otherness.
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April 29, 2023
Word Chosen : Xenophobia
Contest : Writing Challenge - Words With "X"
Sponsored by : Constance La France
Shadow’s fingers
shred the cloak of midnight:
starry security for my fragile temple.
Shadow’s nails
incise the white porcelain of my neck
with deepened lines of red.
Shadow’s palm
suffocates my breath
and muzzles the wailing cry.
Shadow’s eyes
bore holes into my secrecies
and widen them for ill use.
I’m acquitted only by the sun’s rays.
The fierce irony: handsome night betrays.
Yepper-doddle, today I’ll use my own noddle.
My prized antique frame sustained a despised bust.
Wanting to show my man the tough dough in my crust,
I found strong glue and told that goo I was nonplussed.
Next, I grabbed frame, soda and sat on my sofa.
Three tries – no prize, so with both eyes quite wide,
I called the glue a boob lube, dumb as a square loop,
and threatened to incise its worthless insides.
I rose, fetched pose and a calming balm libation,
then returned to pestering with less sweltering.
Glue applied, both sides, I made my hands a vice
and, well fries n’ flies, I squeezed degrees of might.
Bullet sweat, my muscles clinched like a barrette,
I pressed longer than tourists eating pullets.
Then when gingerly, tenderly letting go –
glue thoroughly, tauntingly offended me -
son of a bee, ugly as his glue-mom-harlot,
refused to seam my antique frame back to its gleam.
Past bummed, I stood to sweetly summon my husband,
but my feet stuck to carpet, mucked as a tar pit.
CayCay Jennings
October 16, 2018
I, I, I, I – indeed!
Inspired, induced,
incorporated Inverted illusions in imaginations.
Ideas inexplicable ingress,
ingrained invisibly intact.
Iridescent Igloo! Impressive!
It is immaculate, ineffable,
icy ink inmost intrude,
inlaid Igloo instantly!
I in interjection,
inflicted infancy influx,
innocent interpretations,
inviting Igloo! insistently, in situ.
I ...... increasingly inflated in intend, interestingly.
Its’ interiors’ in incise,
imply invincibility.
Imperial Igloo! I imbue!
Hastening t'ward the grayscale skies,
On gilded wings an angel flies.
While demons wail of their despise;
Hiss and moan, their sole reprise.
A lightning flash; the angel sighs
A rush of wind, and then she dies.
Oh, how the heavens agonize
And thunderously vocalize.
While in the mayhem devils rise
With beating drums to signalize
Their ill intent to terrorize
The broken hearts and reddened eyes
Whose cherub tears the Earth baptize.
But demon laughter amplifies
The vengeful thirst across the skies
And solemn, anguished seraph cries
The host of heaven unifies.
With swords aloft they mobilize
Their concourse as a vast sunrise
Whose flaming swords the clouds incise
And radiant light Earth pacifies.
Yet mankind fails to realize
Except the prudent and the wise
The storm is naught but a disguise,
Oh do you hear the old Magi’s
Verse for men which edifies?
Or listen to him rhapsodize
How from the light, the darkness flies
And from the rain, the sunlight dries?
Perhaps…he oversimplifies.
"Tertium guid...."
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Spending a few moments pondering
The syllogism of existentialism, and
All of the pages of histories
Finds, movements, theories and themes....
The intricities; complexities
Compounds; variables and factors
Real or imagined?
Proven, and reproven
Or, reasonings and conclusions
Breakthroughs!?
How far we've come
How far we've gone
On and on, and on and on....
Scientifical; anthrolifical; astronomical
Enlightenments, and advancements
Psychological; philosophical
Both, for me and you
That is, if we do, share
The same points of view?
Oh how I love complete silence
Stillness....
The meditation of contemplation
Trying to take hold, of the transitory
And to incise it, into forevers
Monomorphic stone!?....
Standing amid, a quaglistic earthium
Chisms of revisums; revisums, of the isms
Circular conjugation, concoursing
It's configurations....
Unbeknown, toward, a conflagration
Beyound the eyes?
This, schizogenic, schizogenesis
Genesis, of another nature
"Dementia Praecox"....With no eraser!
Gabylon, now in every nation....
Welcome, to, "My View!!!"
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......Helter Skelter.......
Congealed upon the banks of this
tamed dragon sprawl stacks of crude buildings.
Concrete covers all but two glassy kings,
thick smoggy gusts give them a grimy kiss.
Insipid pillars choke sunlight, endless
roads incise the very earth, wings
of apartments cram into ev’rything,
ev’rywhere stacks upon stacks of units.
Herein lies the future, our dystopia
has arrived through the hazy looking glass.
Perhaps a reminder, utopia
is not coming, or maybe the hourglass
has but some time left. Then the route is clear.
We must turn everything around. And fast.
Don't twist the words of God, my friend,
To suit your current leanings.
Don't rearrange and fashion them,
To give them certain meanings.
Don't take the Book He gave to us,
For clear, incise instruction,
And mold the words to suit yourself,
And draw your own conclusions.
You can't change the mind of God, my dear,
By rearranging phrases.
What He said remains steadfast,
Dispite the current phases.
We must abide within His laws,
They will not bend to suit us;
For God says what He means to say,
He will not just excuse us;
For if we dare to change one word,
One single line becloud,
The Book of Revelation warns,
His curse will be profound.
"FOR I TESTIFY TO EVERY MAN THAT HEARETH THE WORDS OF THE PROPHECY OF THIS BOOK. IF ANY MAN SHALL ADD UNTO THESE THINGS, GOD SHALL ADD UNTO HIM THE PLAGUES THAT ARE WRITTEN IN THIS BOOK; AND IF ANY MAN SHALL TAKE AWAY FROM THE WORDS OF THIS BOOK, GOD SHALL TAKE AWAY HIS PART OUT OF THE BOOK OF LIFE,
AND OUT OF THE HOLY CITY, AND FROM THE THINGS WHICH ARE WRITTEN IN THIS BOOK."
Revelation 22:18-19
parasitic work impresses itself on human bodies and minds
the exploiting beings take never to give back
drops of blood and sweat flow down the pipeline into the machine
oiling it to run the show of exploitation
there is no regeneration
negation
mutation
defacing
depression
hunger
agony
the parasitic work impresses itself
deeper and deeper it incise and engrave itself
leaving the worker peasant human-empty
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over, and over, and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
They use to be in my gall bladder
A magical place, where it is dark and stagnant
Land of slumber, land of poisonous gases
Land of cramping bloat, with a sulfur and brimstone moat
Cellular creatures carry away the death
Flushed from the world into a bright watery grave
Incise the evil, release the magic
Tickery, trickery, bamboozle me
When I least expect it, you erupt into the colonic maze
Leaving the body, weak and wasted, unable to defend the fortresses...
Angels or demons converge apon the carcass, poking it with their probes
Preparing it with ointment and spices, to send it into the tormentor
Bleed vessels, bleed, give us all your life
Partake of the concoction to ease your grief and pain...
That I would feast upon thy eyes
my love, about me not surmise.
A deity of calm does reach within, applies,
and all that peace can mean fills in, as feeling cries ~
To feast upon your will, beyond advise
and know my own heart's will, not criticize
completion ~ never 'till, and not incise.
In waiting, wait as nil ~ and compromise.
Love's hovering about, not improvise
does hold us fully fast, en route's unsize.
Thus, spiritual bondage heals ~ Godly, complies
and grace foregoes our fate, to emphasize ~
Love's faith does hunger, but to realize,.
its needing is the soul's resolving ~ wise!