Joy over fear
Joy beyond tears
Tears of emancipation
Tears because of altercations
Altercations because of pride
Altercations because of confusion
Confusion about what’s real
Confusion about what’s fake
Fake news
Fake friends
Friends to die for
Friends to forgive
Forgive the bad thoughts
Forgive our understanding
Understanding that we can change
Understanding that fate won’t change
Change comes with a fight
Change hurts
Hurts to be different
Hurts to stay the same
Same routine
Same mistakes
Mistakes challenge the brain
Mistakes are forgiven
Forgiven trespasses
Forgiven truth
Truth is that we are trapped
Truth is that we are free
Free of decisions
Free to fight
Fight for freedom
Fight for control
Control the city
Control the world
World domination
World war
War on the minds
War on the soul
Soul seeking grace
Soul on fire
Fire on earth
Fire that burns forever
Forever in tranquility
Forever we fall
Fall into turmoil
Fall into oblivion
Oblivion full of control
Oblivion full of darkness
Darkness
Control
Oceans continue to wave
or do they adhere to duty
obviously everything stopped
on the day I saw your beauty.
Or am I illusioned
of my soft pain, hard longing
on the sin called belonging.
Snow -a sleep
descending on the twilight streets
Snow, in silent fields you lie pristine
beneath moon’s glow, a blanket shimmering -
oblivion serene
Sleep descends in moon’s oblivion
Inspired by “Snow – A Sleep” (posted 7/11/2015)
(“Zero Point of Creation”, 2018, original encaustic)
There in the moment
Caught up without a thought
Captured by the sunlight,
A gust of wind, the perfume of roses
The soothing feel of water
Flowing through a garden hose
What was that
Timeless, mindless
Respite?
The gap between all moments of time
The little oblivion
That connects it all.
(6/20/26)
Crumbling around the edges,
cracks on the surface.
Slowly, a chasm opens on the inside.
Suddenly,
the surface splits,
swallowing everything inside.
Not with a flash,
not with a bang —
silently,
as if it had never been there.
That's how my world ended —
right then,right there.
What shadow spake this,
Nay, hold thy tongue,
For I would not know of it,
Nay, the tiding
Thy pendulum hath swung,
Are an ill tiding flung,
Before the weary feet of all men,
And their abhorrent hunger,
That so moves them against,
The natural order of things,
Against the will of the divine,
And those of kings and queens,
To bring an abrupt end to our rule,
And all things fair and good.
We are in darkness,
Yet again,
And I fear this time,
This time we stand alone,
And thy dark tiding
Will sweep us unto
Our oblivion.
Grand Greenery.
Frontenack kneeling.
Keening upon the front line.
You will moan me into my
own kind of oblivion,
A particular B graded death,
cornered in my own upheld dim fantasy,
ever much so fancy free in this prison.
The waters of Lethe roil in and out
To cast its fury all about
A castaway upon the strand
Dreams of far off ancient lands
Every memory flung alight
Countless dirges in their flight
The cost is naught, only the will
Which denigrates beneath the swill
And I awash within that grip
Have only but to take a sip
To pass beyond these moon lit shores
To wake and dream no more
I stand where silence threatens to consume,
The dark encroaches, hungering for claim,
Yet still I walk, unflinching in the gloom,
Unbent, unbroken, nameless though my name.
Oblivion waits with patient, endless hand,
Its shadows whisper promises of peace,
But I will not bow down to shifting sand,
Nor trade my breath for chains of sweet release.
The void may laugh, the stars may turn to dust,
The years may scatter like a broken flame,
But in my veins endures a stubborn trust,
A will no darkness ever yet could tame.
Though night is vast, and all is swept away,
I scorn the end, and claim my right to stay.
I wake to the desert, talking to the wind;
its voice is dry and muffled.
Sand cuts my skin as I walk;
nowhere feels like a place I belong to.
The seeming figs glow like a distant fire.
My feet are melting with every step I take.
I lose my balance when I stride;
I am surprised as the light darkens me.
Flames whirl at the edge of my sleep.
Dolores remains there, carrying fragments in her hair.
She murmurs, "Take care of my loved ones".
I turn around, but her stare does not leave me.
Water is only a mirage in my eyesight.
I watch their tiny faces drowning in silence.
I choke my breath as I consume the grime;
I confront myself, saying, "They cannot die".
They illustrate that the truth awaits at the edge.
My fist holds a gun, empty and cold.
Comfort lies in lying down and forgetting:
where living means losing myself in the unknown.
Billions of galaxies,
Plenty of planets,
Moons and suns,
Unfathomable stars,
Bountiful black holes,
Drastic darkness,
Yet on this esoteric earth
My minute head is
Filled with frivolous
And quizzical questions,
“What should I have for dinner?”
“Am I going to be a winner?”
Funny how we take everything
For granted guilelessly,
The thing we call life,
Feels like a distraction sometimes,
Birthdays, weddings, anniversaries, funerals,
Imbecilic circle,
Just like a circus,
Fathers on hamster wheels,
Mothers on tea cup rides,
Children on roller coasters,
Is life a distraction from life?
Free will is another topic
Of a mystery map to
Deeply dive in and discover
That all that matters is
The clouds in your coffee,
The sun in your pancakes,
And the moon in your pain au chocolat.
Poem ‘Oblivion’
Drastic times calls forth bold demands,
Not quiet hearts or passive hands.
For change to rise, the roofs and roots must shake,
To build a new, immoral and unethical ways must break.
Sometimes it takes the patience to fall,
To raise up justice, loud and tall.
Opposition paves the path, it’s true,
For something better, bold, and new.
Wrongdoing for too long has been bought.
For so long, people of the past have fought
Acts of misconduct is in plain sight.
We must fight wickedness and injustice
With all our might.
Together we must unite and stand strong.
Before we go down the path of oblivion
From them doing wrong.
It speaks of loss and vermilion
It speaks of everything and eternity
Shadows reek of dead things n burnt dreams
Shadows hide the faces of the world
The truth from the light, the madness
In houses of civility, things of industry
In the deepest night, shadows linger, creep
Shadows cover our misbegotten deeds
It speaks of loss n suffering
All hidden things in plain sight
Of oblivions needs, righteous creed
Shadows speak; truth where lies flower
Shadows speak, righteous riddles
Shadows reek of decay, lost power
It speaks of the past in vermilion hues
It speaks of everything, eternity n deities
Shadows reek of dead things n burnt leaves
Shadows hide the faces of the world, sublime!
Painting of Oblivion
The canvas is uniformly white.
As a screen depicts nothingness
And there is immobility.
A red dot appears
When a mass of void moves
Into life in the form of a life
A beast or a man?
The mystery is no one knows.
Why this randomness occurs
Victory seemed so close
An accomplishment to boast
We once dreamed against our woes
Now we raise a final toast
To all of our friends lost
Fighting for what we already won
However we paid the worst cost
Losing the war that was already done
We once left the kingdom
By tossing our supply of tea
Now we search for freedom
By removing liberty
We once headed west
We tried to expand
Now we find it a hopeless quest
For we have taken all the land
We have lied
And we have wailed
We have tried
And we have failed
If that is what we’re apart of
If that is what it takes
If Lady Liberty falls upon the dove
Then oblivion awaits
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