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The remainders retreated into
the granite chest of the mountain.
Waded through the icy vagueness of life-
Crossing the Siamese catwalk.
Over the opaqueness of death.
Scratched, battered and scarred...
They reached the eternal overlook.
Peering into the great expanse.
Where worthless wars were fought.
For the sake of salt, oil, religion, and land.
To test weaponry that makes glass from the sand.
On plains where babies were born to be orphaned.
Young women ravaged over and over again...
Young men promised robes of satin but given bloody rags.
The remainders sipped from the pond of the asp.
Nibbling the bones of a black lotus sun.
Despite the infinite signs and miracles.
The prophecies and teachings of Holy men.
A million visions from the Shamen.
All but a precious few refused to listen.
To merciful lessons that time had given.
Within the petals of a lavender genesis.
They'd thought only of themselves.
Within the metal veil of Armageddon.
The warring wicked tumbled straight into hell.
Earth once had a heartbeat.
Everything was sparkling-alive...
The sun and dirt.
A speck of pyrite
Rain clouds teasing the earth.
All that man touches eventually dies.
Wars spring from iron hands.
From the malignant flavor of religion.
From love gone feral.
For the lust of petrol lands.
When God kneaded man.
He kicked a mustard seed...
igniting the bluest avalanche.
All things beautiful were crushed.
All that is good was despised-disfigured.
Unrecognizable is the devil's latest fad.
This is the age of the ogre.
The age of opaqueness.
The age of the sub-cultured.
Dark matter of the soul percolates to the surface.
Faith is pulverized into the skin of oblivion.
The meek will inherit the stain of a dead earth.
You're too far gone for me to step in.
I've given you my blood and precious time.
Society has given you dozens of chances.
Still, you drain the system dry.
You're a freight train off track.
Straight into the solar plexus of civilization.
You've managed to turn the iridescence of
love, loyalty, friendship
into the opaqueness of deception and decadence.
Here you are, a light-year beyond your prime.
Dark deceiver scrounging for dimes.
A bona fide bipedal parasite.
Angelic looks once gave you haven- free rides.
Now you've run out of bridges-shallow charisma exposed.
This haven is overgrown with thorn and briar.
The free ride is nothing but taillights in the mist.
You've inherited nothing but red eyes and dead ends.
He was sitting alone in the corner
In a little cafe at the painting of Monet
And was talking to imaginary friend
About thinness opaqueness fear
Sensation of heat cold anger despair
Cruelty he claimed is the language of reality
Not the barren lame poetry with vulgar
Metaphors hiding behind empty words
Cruelty was the only honest way
To open the hidden heavy doors
Into suffering human soul and heart
And talk about things that matter
Through shamanic art of reaching
Deep into the guts of true teaching
And bringing light to the dark corners
That have never been lit before
Actors dancing in overpowering way
Manikins with terrifying theatrical faces
With empty eyes staring at the audience
And drilling through their souls
Objects of strange proportions
Surfacing in a dreamy scenery
Of unrecognizable ghostly world
Of the modern stage transformed
By the means of the theater of cruelty
It is the only way to be honest
To himself Artaud claimed
And believed
He was right
He sacrificed his life
To this idea
And died lonely forgotten
On the bare floor
Next to metal bed
That stood at the door
He tried to open so hard
In a madhouse
Where magic of theater
Truly belongs
Opaqueness transcends past despairs mainstream,
Brando wouldst cry whence heart parts, my desire,
Wit or witout, parleys saved, reigned supreme,
Self-secured, needless watch, aloof—steel beam,
Perch in want, puffed huffed girth lurks torment’s dire,
Opaqueness transcends past despairs mainstream,
Purpled robs thee of thy true color scheme,
Gray’s an area, right or wrong, prior,
Wit or witout, parleys saved, reigned supreme,
Budgie’s tales of my gamut’s length, extreme,
Dicky-bird, thou art my wordless flyer,
Opaqueness transcends past despairs mainstream,
Ne’er will the pair meet, sums nature’s pipe dream,
Empty nestles remembrances retire,
Wit or witout, parleys saved, reigned supreme,
Decisions abandon ruse quips redeem,
Eager claimed as death mounts, lingers satire,
Opaqueness transcends past despairs mainstream,
Wit or witout, parleys saved, reigned supreme.
Opposing evil with force will make you old
You will begin to open windows in the cold
And let the rain and snow into the rooms’ ease
You will uproot the flowers and damage the trees
And be transformed into evil as well
Be not swallowed up in the mad opaqueness of Hell
Through poverty and famine and other transformations
You have already made gold from nothing
Experience has made you King
You have even seen God with only one eye
Ignorance and incompetence have made you wise
If the Nile is dammed it will soon overflow
Overcoming blocks of deaf and mute stone
The flow will continue beyond where Nile boats glide
And river birds will always continue to fly
Blocks and obstacles will be overcome
Let your river rise and be welcome home
Amdist chaos
The stuterring
jerks & airpockets
The voyage
Continues...
There is a storm
Brewing
in the black coffee cup
Caffine and chikory
Like hope and faith
A little feelable
A wee bit emotional
Are the cogs of
Lifes wheels....
Without much ado
The cup stands
Majestically
On the saucer bay
The handle
Gracious as can be
Stands out
Sure and silent...
The saucer our faith
The cup our selves
The handle our body
The trio syncronise
To brave all storms
As thoughts intangible
Try might to become tangible..
The smoke screen and the clouds
Seem all porous and transparent
The opaqueness disappears ...
And despite
The storm in the coffee
cup...
Alls well as another day
We look forward
With joy mirth and happiness
"a dagger of pain, a tear of grief" ~ by Constance La France
Only once I looked into her pale, weak face.
In white hospital sheets, she lay motionless,
A bag of bones! Her chest heaving high and low
In her eyes, a well of unarticulated pain
How could I pacify her or quell her fears
When both of us knew it would be
Perhaps our last meeting ever!
Longed to wipe away her aches with a caress
But my weak hands didn’t budge an inch
Knew my heartbeats rising into a frenetic pitch
And an opaqueness shrouding my eyes
Did I hear the thud of glassware,
Cracking into a hundred shards?
I tried to camouflage my emotions
But a sudden surge of sorrow welled within
Before I could restrain, a tear tumbled down.
How hard I tried to control the deluge of sorrow.
Finding it in vain, I turned my face away.
After moments, gaining composure
Once again I turned to her
This time our glances intertwined
And her thin lips curved into a smile
I knew it was her effort to console me
Or in that split second
Did a lifetime of our companionship
Fleet across her feeble mind
I could hearken to the murmur of her heart
“Don’t worry! In the Kingdom of Light
I shall soon find a nest where I’ll wait!”
Her whispered words built a dam across my grief
But could break anytime with the slightest shock!
May. 16.2023
~ Placed First~
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