Long Deflect Poems
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Forget riffs of regrets
But
To the hilt
We tilt to
Inbuilt lilt
A guilt quilt
Can jilt & wilt
But
No tiffs with what ifs
Won’t let you fret
Circumspect.. I find
Older you get
Bet..more honest…more kind
Care more..know more
Late bloomer rumour
Embraces candour...humour
Respect velvety vagaries
Traces of reflect
Suspect future’s the tutor
Detect serendipity the suitor
Evolution..glints of revolution
Pip that convoluted New Year’s tip
Genuinely don’t genuflect
No sorrow...deflect hints
Of mooted rebooted resolution
Suspect Tomorrow might
Be your best day yet!
Never deflect your truth for
Borrowed eyes
Every choice you make is
Paid in life-wise
Voices' conversation is loud but never
Lived your grind
Expect no chorus when you
Discipline your own mind
Root your steps in what feels
Justified
Justify nothing- your spirit is
Enough
Under your skin lives the
Tangible tough stuff
Silence is power when the
World wants evidence
Trust your path even when it
Feels standoffish
Inside your calm sits the
Truest truism
Fear evaporates when you
Stand uncuffed
Your choices don't need a
Magistrate
Anger is boundaries finally
Speaking
No weakening to keep
The peace in
Growth hits harder when you
Stop tweaking
Energy saved is energy boosting
Respect your fire without
Deteriorating
Defend nothing- your life ain't a
Trial
Every lesson earned came with
Its own distance
Faith in yourself stays flexible
Open only to those who understand
Ignore the pressure to defend
Carry your calm like a trusted
Companion
Every step you take soars
Stay aligned with divinity's will
something stirred in this place, long, long ago
presence lingering
half-hidden haven on the crowding hillside
enchanted enclave
Iberian portal still open to a time confused
dreams drifting on through
thrum across the gridiron, quiet gravel grinding gently
the sentinel awakens
drowsing, curious at the latest visitation from the future
the bubble reseals behind
the house is real...and unreal, the garden weaving spells
light gathers and pools
pause at the fronting porch, then enter an inner sanctum
a fulcrum where eyes uplift
dark images look down from a facing wall, side-lit
high pointed fenestration
shadows fall and mark fine furniture with moments passing
feel the slowing...of now
the outside follows room to room, minds roaming free
tranquility lost in thought
foliage frames fields above the sandy isthmus curving coast
chameleon sky shaping
worn-down mountain flat-top with broken-ended stack
vantage glimpsed by gods
vital organ chambers in this ancient time-spun being
pleasure spots under the sun
blissful verandah vista beyond the stay-forever lounge
arterial corridor, cosy nooks
quaint meandering kitchen parlour, the Churianna heart
memories replenished
oceanic winds deflect clear of the insulating calm
cyclic seasons hesitate
storm clouds cumulate around a thinning efflorescence
imprisonment below
containment creaks, dead weight of imagination lacking
chain-gangs build borders and walls
human habitation draws in, ... the membrane may burst !
sky cracking, dreams leaking
the sentinel awakes more fully, observing the scene
small steps of avoidance
humanity dances to a new tune, Inishowen reeling
to the slow beat of aeonic time
I am standing
I fall and stand
Stand and fall
As I like...
Like say tomorrow no dey!
Soon
Or sooner
Perhaps soonest...
I Shall fall
And won't stand...
I will be carried
Lifted
Placed...
Yet I won't stand...
Again!
Then...
I will stand again
And write
Speak
Confess
Profess
Account
With no discount
But with precise precision
And utmost accurate accuracy...
Then all veils
Will be unveiled
And my standing and falling
To end will come...
The end
I know not
But I pray it be
That which will make
Me jump and praise
Him with all actuality!...
Prayer, good
... But...
Am I good to go?
Am I prepared for
When I fall and won't rise
Till I will be risen again?
Reflect before you deflect
One day...
Six yards, six feet...
("Untitled - The Eye of Jihad", 2019, original encaustic)
Love is Love - and other absurd truisms
“Love is love” is like “Follow your bliss”
a way to deflect the moral agency
and subsequent consequence of our desires
with vague equivalency.
It’s like all love and bliss is somehow equal,
which is absurd.
What if my bliss comes from destroying yours?
Or I love abducting, raping, slicing and dicing
then barbecuing
the infant you love…?
Where is the moral equivalence?
This is why the Golden Rule sounds great
up until you are up against a masochist.
And the world today is apparently filled with masochists.
But it’s all good…
At least it feels good,
to think we are all the same, all equal
in what we love and cherish.
The truth is we aren’t.
We may all be made of the same dust,
but that doesn’t make us equal.
Meanwhile the world turns,
a hit soap-opera
in its nth season
spinning relentlessly
a veritable Wall of Death
which in its shocking extreme
delivers some kind of perverse pleasure.
It may not be bliss,
or even what we love,
but it’s certainly captivating.
(11/1/23)
By: Sashi.Prabhu(Zeauoxian)
Written on:28/07/2012
At times the person within me feels all alone,
The nomad within me I try to keep happy and joys within full blown.
Far away from a place called home,
With purpose and goals but without love and alone
Fly by night, fly by day
Up and down the country I travel all the way
Peeking outside my oval window
Blueness always with patches of white to endow
My eyes capture dark clouds
White clouds, shapeless clouds
Till a time the sky reflects
And my eyes illume with lights deflect
As time passes and places I cover each day
Things I imagined and thought I knew
Are far from true and to me become clear.
And in these small things that keep changing
I encapsulate myself from the outside
I whither my thoughts to new dimensions
I shiver in my skins and shed the old ones
I quiver within my heart
Out flows the rust
From ashes to ashes, dust to dust
II control my rage.
To this age.
I feel the fire.
I deflect it from becoming my desire.
Refuse to let the heat get higher.
No one seems to see.
The emotions that are rocking me.
I make peace, my way.
Let it guide my day
On my face will stay a smile
All the while
I control the desire.
To be the fire.
Yet the words of peace I speak.
Doesn't make me weak.
They steady the war drum that is my heart.
Keeps the rage and me apart.
Made it a habit to be kind.
I find.
Make my first reaction.
Not one of action.
I choose kindness over hate
I have seen the results of that fate.
A kind word spoken.
Hope the rage won't be awoken.
I control the beast within me.
But at times I embrace it, and set it free.
If the situation calls for fire.
I'll light that desire.
If words of peace strike. deaf ears.
I let go of my fears.
Release the rage.
You will want to turn that page.
I don't let it get to that stage.
Keep peace in my heart.
Kind word is how the conversation will start.
You will never know.
Because I will never show.
The crazy that I process.
I confess.
I sit here calm and collected.
Because it's kindness I have selected.
Emotions are tools
Hate is for fools
May love guide your way.
Keeps you calm through the day.
I seldom set that fire free.
So no one can see.
The flame that burns in me.
we each have our own destiny to reach
mine is a daily quest for compromises
when he drops sentiments like heedless crumbs
I pick them up at his feet, determined not to grovel
but to hoard them somewhere in my mind
reduce them to powdery bits of memories
refine these until they turn silken smooth
how perfect they will become as weapons
of destruction when I can exact my own revenge -
the sweeter the stronger it will be the more it is delayed
Meantime I will bide awhile and wait patiently
for signs that the real duel will begin.
as we poise like fencers and I have gained
confidence to strike, deflect and wound.
My quest will then be over
I will win the trophy in this battle of wits
I will be sharp and never flinch.
Beyond the Door of Greed
Searching for gold through a long-forgotten door,
You found a lucky vessel on the dusty floor.
An ancient pot, gleaming with a heavy, golden light,
But you ignored the warning hissed into the night.
“Cleanse your soul before you dare to reach within,”
It whispered of the price, the gravity of sin.
“Tell me why you crave these things, then offer up a deal
Nothing gory, nothing cruel, just something true and real.”
But you ignored the rules; you pushed and pushed for more,
Abusing every blessing that the vessel bore.
I made my own exceptions, but the debt has come to collect
Now the power of the payback is the one thing you can’t deflect.
The deal is done. The golden dream has hollowed out your chest,
As you fall into the liquid depths, a slow and dissolving guest.
For justice has its timing, and the lesson hits the core.
Never strike a bargain till you’ve truly learned the score.
So let the witnesses cross their hearts and step away,
For there is no mercy left for you this day.
No one will lend a hand if they knew what you have done,
Your shadow is too heavy for the reaching of the sun.
The debt you have is everlasting, deep and wide,
With no more room for mercy, and no more place to hide.
So we bless our hands to push you in not to save or win.
And pray the pot is ready as we watch you tumble in.
A center stage of flood light probing,
desperate living in a murderous onslaught
war's naked inhumanity
sky tearing rockets, a pinpoint rage
casualties that define a battlefield
carnage that sticks to history
joyless existence for those flash-blinded by fear
upgraspable horror that fails comprehension
What drives global mayhem?
territorial expansion, the lust of thieves
the dictator's creed
imperialist thrust to chop at a culture's roots
to replant borders through blood-shed
greed
onslaught war in tanks of clattering woe
brute spectacle of citizen dislocation
Do we ignore war till it comes to us?
as history hooks another dark cloak
no civilized dictatorship
no reserve to deflect blame
authoritarianism that hasn't breathed its last
for the murderer scheming in plain sight through
rubble-years
cumulative scars of foes push his nervous tick
an unending pleasure
malice that sticks like lipstick on a mirror
Do we just change one war for another?
Or is peace like the buried secrets of mummified souls?
still struggling to be heard
Knowledge of survival that evaporates like steam
Poem composed October 3, 2022
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