Long Disclaimed Poems

A Thousand Points of Light! ! ! ! !

Once a beacon of democracy
A shining light on the hill
The ‘American Dream’
	Anyone can ‘make it’  
Never more than aspirational
Structurally delusional

Always susceptible to its 
	Achilles heel of...

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We were just children of different ages,
From varied places brought on different days  
By the police to that one children’s home.
At first, we did not know each other’s name,
But we soon developed a bond...

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What is this life…reality?
Why do I question it relentlessly so?
So many moments seemingly meaningless
Meandering through this meaningful sentience,
Chronology…
Continuity…
Spirituality…
But reality, Oxford will tell you:
Property of being real, resemblance to Origional.
Accountable, in my opinion, only through dissemblance.
What...

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I beg for your forbearance
For I have disregarded my faith towards You
I beg for your healing in advance
For I have disclaimed Your protection and now I’m blue

Do you notice that I’m blanketed in deep distress?
My...

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She brightened like a child whose broken toy is glued together,
summon tears as one summons servants,
 and danced like a flower in the wind.

She disclaimed the weariness, 
that dragged upon her spirits like leaden weights,...

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critical, cynical an slightly off put
likely awkward and writhing tortured 
pinning up a smile and I'm dying for it
frozen with a touch that's lightly morbid
fights be roaring there's nightly storming
I used to be happy it...

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Taking my place in your gazing blue eyes
Who stole the glow of my dawning sunrise?
As defiling your virtues you obliquely lied,
Pounding my heart till I died a little inside.

When a brilliant sunny day said goodbye
As...

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I died with high hopes I would directly rise
fast upwards to heaven. But to my surprise
someone kept me waiting, don't know for how long.
Commandments all ten dutifully obeyed,

three times per day all my long life...

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I didn’t know it at the time,
but my misspent youth was planned

The training ground for what I’d write,
then hard to understand

The many schools, the teachers chides,
expulsions my reward

Postgraduate work for future truth,
all voices untoward

The risks...

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I would like the cats
They had cute and innocent faces.
Until to see in its mouth a bird.
And 
I disclaimed...

Later, I began to love
the birds...
They should be more innocent.
One time I believed that.

Until to see in...

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