("Pandora's Box", 2014, original pen and ink and oil)
Exposed for All to See
In the world turned upside down,
bad is good.
And inside out,
corruption long shielded is celebrated.
For now at least
exposed for all to see.
It’s called the fall of civilization
as what once held us all together,
by holding us each back,
collapses into narcissistic pleasure
breaking tainted hearts and distorted minds
into the common well, now poisoned.
The weight of humanity’s collective mutational load
too much to bear, spews what can’t be held, from
the gaping wounds and oozing sores of Pandora’s Box,
perverted pleasures, twisted identities, confused genders,
senseless violence of relative values,
through the broken gates of order and control.
In the world turned upside down
what was bad is good, and good is bad;
the wicked held high, and righteous in chains
everywhere sheep led to slaughter
civilization on its knees, helpless
for now at least,
exposed for all to see.
(9/8/23)
Categories:
mutational, anger, corruption, dark, society,
Form: Free verse
Mundane life, so routine, so conditional, so mutational
Has me feeling like I carry a weight with me
On my soul, on my heart, in my intentions,
In my choices, on the very essence of my fate!
Mundane life, so boring, has me smiling and closing my eyes
In the silence of the darkness that closes in on me
While dreaming of the power acting behind me
Pray, wish I to decipher its cryptogram
So that I may feel as light as air
Carefree, without the weight that accompanies me!
Mundane life appeals not to me,
I see no aim in living it
Other than finding and holding the hands of
The other part of my soul
Meant to accompany on the journey towards Eternity!
Pray, mundane life, so totally chaotic
Expects us to behave with it, like robots
With the will to keep on toiling
As if such were all that matter in life
And having the desire to keep on surviving
Whatever happens to us and to our surroundings!
From the mundane life wish I to be saved, of course,
After having accomplished my share of duties
Why, being a free spirit can be quite stinging!
Categories:
mutational, faith, life,
Form: Free verse
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Categories:
mutational, age,
Form: I do not know?