Long Unknowing Poems
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Perplexed by my own
considerable potential
A pretext considered
to be essential
Ceaselessly aiming my mind
adjusts to thinking
Fiercely unequaled
qualities linking
Various consistency
goes unfulfilled
Vicarious living a superiority
of words revealed
Radiant the intensity of
my own delusion
A variant that’s curiously
completing illusion
Stimulate others senses
with my impressions
Emulate lucidity of my
minds own passion
Capturing the attention
in ironic imagery
Fracturing of confidence
can still feel gimmicky
An unrealistic subjective
unwanted conceit
My artistic view clouded
by all the past deceit
A cognitive awareness
of the human reaction
Accumulative between
past transactions
Characterized by all the
unknowing shams
Am I just disguised while
trying to be who I am
Trapped within the soil
Told stories filled with turmoil
Carrying the weight of black history
But it honours their memory
By always remembering
By never forgetting
Soaked by the tears of the enslaved
Waiting, hoping, praying to be saved
The ground an unknowing witness
To them being worked to death
But in awe of their perseverance
Throughout the years
One thing that remains clear
To the soil is that just because things have progressed
Doesn't mean life for black people is perfect
Racism still exists
It went from slavery to incarceration
To it being prevalent throughout the system
Racism just evolved through each generation
We the soil see everything
And hold the key
To untold black stories
i dove
to the depths
of her
ocean where
phosphorescent
fish have become
grotesque
there is no
sun in this
dark water
womb
giving
birth to
what on earth
there are two
two lip fish one
horizontal the
other vertical
this is
the worst
to come upon
its very
nature
is to
seduce
even
worse
then the
Medusa Jellyfish
as it opens its lips
with something
thumping dangling
from above worm
like and glowing
so that the unknowing
sees and wants to
taste pleasure but
never to receive for
the worm hardens
bringing you in not
noticing the plump
lips closing slowly
as if a
Venus
Flytrap
caught
in its
snatch
no time
to come
Form:
We are depths gazing into the mirror of the sky,
bottomless wells swallowing infinity,
and we never truly know ourselves,
for we are but fleeting shadows in the movement of time,
like two abysses intertwining their silences,
in a dance of unknowing and doubt,
and the shifting sands swallow equally
those who bear flags and those without strength,
covering with a mantle of forgetfulness
my life, my prose, my eternity,
and the wind of time carries me,
with the flag of victory wrapped around my defeat,
for I know that I know nothing,
and in this knowledge, I find peace,
in the echo of a truth lost among the stars,
where the sky collapses into my depths.
Wandering Thought
To pull the curtains
To shut off the lights
To sit in silence
How free goes one's pondering
When the day's synaptic noise settles
When fewer distractions make possible
Thought's meandering among unimposing congestion
Invites our new century's yin
As it seeks its compatible yang
We sense prerogative
Where just hours before
It's confinement
Bore suffering within
Shackles cinched tight
Dominance wishing us to believe
But to believe
Advises our nomadic thought
Is to conclude
Others' thinking brings forth knowing
We sit ever so quietly
The darkness resonating with hidden light
The light appearing soundless
Its palette of infinite color
Poised to bequeath the quintessential bliss
All that is
All as one
All the wandering thought
Undisturbed with unknowing
Embracing questions forever
Unanswerable
Dawn comes
The curtains are opened
Once again
Gathering begins
The places i go
Are different then the places i have been
I take to the reigns of pain
I try to control them
Yank them as hard as i can
But they don't stop the horses of rage
They symbol all the running i have done
With no logic and no goal
The prints go no where
I circle myself
Round and round
Confused and complaint to the ways of my up bringing
I am the man of the house i need to take care of them
But i have not for years and years
My judgement clouded by jealousy and mistrust
I cant think clearly at all when anxiety takes control
The roles i play senseless and unemotional
I am like a child with no real guidance
I search continuously for the reason the origin of where all this comes from
Mentally challenged i never could think i was
Truth be told i do see that i tend to stray from any type of rational thought
When my mind goes a wild into trances of unknowing
It hypnotizes my heart to believe all is common
I need to recognizes these faults and try to improve where these horses of sanity run.
The mind is a high flyer.
An altitude of any measure
allows it to breathe clearer.
The mind breathes you.
Close out this world
follow the song-cycles
of your land-locked
wind-blown lungs.
Let that singing soar,
let go of all tethers
ride that lighter than air wind
up, up, up.
Hold on to nothing
gravity has no asway upon you,
you can rise forever
dance over any gleaming universe.
Enter that 'cloud of unknowing'
that birthed you; deliver yourself
from all dust of thought
until joy and laugher
boosts you
into that radiant immensity
of inner space, there you arise
as a star that knows no roof, ceiling
nor end.
Keep the seed going
In the cloud of unknowing
The roots branch out – the plant has grown
Watered by the cloud are the seeds that were sown
The Willie Wagtail punches above its weight
To repel a raven or crow, it will not hesitate
Oh, little bird with such plucky a heart
Turning harassment and evasion into such a fine art
My friend the Rosella with colours so bold
Created by that master painter of old
Be free to wander and screech and sing
May your voice in the forest for an eternity ring
Oh, if I could be a bird and fly
Perhaps I will on the day that I die
To take my place in that eternal nest
And have myself a well-earned rest.
Once. we trailed a lush forest
Of sweet desire and fiery embraces -
Where writings of eternity strayed
And a riot of fireflies
were circling
Right under a golden narra tree.
Twilight carried us, high up
a Manila moon,
Casting its glint ...we were eternal as time
Throttling off with endless schemes --
One by one, the petals bathed us
With a dewy scent of affection...
Until pile of leaves caught
Our laughter snuffed by thieving winds--
And you fell on a mantle of reeds
Chilled freezing from
a final sense of unknowing :
I remember... that was two decades ago
When all the flowers bowed
As You and I parted as pale shadows,
When love's vow of forever
melted like trickles of clay...
As one who’s walked in darkness I can say:
Avoid, my son, the paths that I have trod.
For, though you may believe yourself a god,
The truth is not something you wish away.
The day I first strapped on this sheath and sword,
I never could envision where I’d end.
As overheated steel will break and bend,
Each forward step led me to my reward.
In battle glorious I made my name.
The flames of war burned off what might be weak.
I fought and killed with well-practiced technique
And earned, I thought, the bounties of such fame.
For fortune and for glory I would hunt.
And all across the globe for war I’d quest.
Each bloody battle just another test
To see if it would sharpen or would blunt
The weapon I was turning out to be;
It was not just my sword that could cause harm;
But all of me, heart and brain, hand and arm
Could cause as much destruction equally.
And every wound that to my foe I’d give
Unknowing back upon me would rebound.
‘Twas only so much later that I found
The man who deals out death can’t really live.
Gaze, my son, upon these many scars.
Imagine, if you can, each injury.
Not all were given by an enemy
But rather the desires of my heart.
Broken now, I lie here through the years
Unable anymore to freely move.
Perhaps I just resent the need to prove
That all the pain will never cause me tears
In darkness have I walked and now I live
If living is indeed what you would name
This sad existence filled with sin and shame
That I fear even God cannot forgive.
For you, my son, I offer but advice:
Try to find the hope to rise above
The hate I’ve lived, and learn at last to love;
The path that might lead you to Paradise.