Forced diversity has led to a compacted social sedimentation.
Another flavor of oppression...for everybody.... this time around.
There's a heavy undercurrent of resentment and hatefulness.
Tugging souls down to where there's no air-no light -no honor.
A few well intended veins are attempting to traverse the compaction.
but they're thin- fragile-guilt ridden-unsustainable.
Destined to slowly wither or quickly bleed out.
If compacted for a prolonged period
there'll be a blending but only via violent explosion.
Make no mistake:
This movement isn't about unity, equality or putting balm to wound.
It's about resentment, entitlement and payback.
Choking people out with their mental scar tissue.
Categories:
keloids, america,
Form: Free verse
Keloids…wound symbols,
Raised reminders of journeys—
Scars of conquered trials…
Categories:
keloids, allegory, growth, imagery, inspiration,
Form: Haiku
It is as ardent as a ruby
And nonpareil as a gold,
Decked with keloids like pearls
It is a pure treasure trove,
Of bloodstained esteem to behold.
It is as byzantine as an art,
Spilling notions of forgotten seasons,
Frescoing the final caged tumultuous echoes,
That had once ripped and rushed
From this heart within.
What is it?
It is nothing but the pains and pleasures
Of that blood clotted scar
On the pinkened flesh of mine
Tasting peace and making me remind
Of those historic embalmment
Of my conquests and of vanquished released.
I am just drifted through
And addicted by the beauty
In my broken places
Across, beyond and beneath.
Categories:
keloids, anxiety, appreciation, beauty, body,
Form: Free verse
Itched memories never fade—
Keloids of time—ballooned
scares of history: swollen selves.
As time runs on, so
must we.
As awareness ripens
and burst, escaping truths
empty into the cistern.
Full, the cistern overflows
the cup of mind—memories
running into the saucer of life:
Come, let us sip the nourishment.
Categories:
keloids, allegory, analogy, imagery, memory,
Form: Prose Poetry
There, resting in stoic frame, it
reflected its sheen surface; glowing
like a stilled black water river—The stage
mocking banks at high tide.
Ebony rowed keloids rose in-between
marshmallow like parallels—Aping
a skewed checkerboard smile
frozen in time: a 9 to 13 tuned ratio.
Marooned in this tuned ratio,
all held rhythmic visions
that veiled eyes could not see;
all held tuned sounds
that clogged ears could not hear.
88 heartbeats per time—Waiting.
There in stilled silence, lived an eternity
of unity—abiding in melodic bliss: a quiet
concerto of beauty—awaiting its released.
Categories:
keloids, analogy, beauty, character, imagery,
Form: Prose Poetry