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
Delicious winds blew questions
out of my contemplating hands.
I saw pieces, cloud caught,
sink inside soft, puffy mounds.
Without a why, I cried on
hard but receptive land.
What I sensed my faith knew,
I would never understand.
When feeling partly cloudy
my attitude loses melody.
Opaqueness gathers aerosol
particles of confusion.
Moods must self-forage while
ponderings wander to confer
with logic's billowing haze.
This is ever the system when
intuition shush-whispers truth.
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.
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.
A million dollars will shut a thousand mouths.
Forever seal black books.
Seed a million clouds.
Place bodies in swamps, swaying from meat hooks.
And far- far underground.
A billion dollars can buy 10 million souls.
Denature the entire fabric of the globe.
Chase hope and faith down the rabbit hole.
A billion dollars will promptly end investigations.
Turn the lake of truth into a blue opaqueness.
A trillion dollars will turn a bank of swans into a den of snakes.
They've been talking about the end times
since the beginning of time.
The will of fear is to keep us in line.
Will I be cherry-picked for heaven
or tossed to the pigsty.
I have an opaque flavor of faith.
Never fully believing in divine things.
That I've never really felt or seen.
So, I'll probably be going down fast.
When all the carnage and $hit hits the fan.
but for now, I'm riding dorsal fin waves.
Lighting the fuses and having a blast.
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.
Black-painted phantoms
Frightened of lanterns
Shaped shapelessly
Adventure aimlessly
Opaqueness overpowers
Transparency disempowers
Mouth of the night
Consumes them downright...
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.
Trillions of planets whirl around billions of suns.
Some, nestled within the lavender hearth.
Of the haloed Goldilocks zone.
Although I think we may be alone.
In a crown of frightful blackness.
Maybe there's a trillion Edens.
A trillion Adams-a trillion Eves.
A trillion apple snakes-a trillion temptations.
A trillion fates of clarity and opaqueness.
A trillion light-years of ignorance.
Separating a trillion truths from our genesis.
OPAQUENESS
Posing introvert,
being aloof and alert,
remaining inert,
You are staying far apart
possessing an opaque heart.
I am transparent
owning bright heart salient.
Waiting fervent.
Me luminous radiant.
Opaqueness undercurrent.
11/25/19
"Strand Special 6' Contest by Brian Strand
It’s time for curtain call
With its luxurious brocade
The opaqueness of lush texture
Cascading to the ground
Suddenly it’s lights out
As I sit frozen in my seat
A blur of darkness before my eyes
Dense with stirred emotion
Unresolved nebulous ambiguity
Before the finality of the call
I leave trying to walk it off
But just can’t shake the haunting
Bathed in an opaque and enigmatic fog
Its clutching shadow cast upon my heart
AP: 1st place 2020
i lie supine here gazing at the lonely star
smiling at you on the other side the sea
vast endlessness changing hues
of manifestations
cursive flow of thoughts opaqueness etches
itself now
emerging of identities ensuing division
black or white blood is red
hair ablaze hallowing
luscious trees with shining leaves
contorted limbs from the last war
war is a crime
luminous flowers blooming into
desirous dreams
psychadelic penetration
blood is red
4.57 am march 15 2019
I fear the earth
Creepy phenomena lie on it.
So broad and hard to comprehend.
For good and bad it has to let.
I fear the grave yard
The most Treasury place I've seen
Aborted dreams and detorted visions it holds.
Only if they were established.
I fear my shadow
It's unstable as mankind behold
Always trying to outsmart me
For shadows are secrets we hold.
I fear humanity
It,no one can fathom.
By it's end part views calamity.
And by its beginning lies opaqueness of truth atom.
I fear animals
Always out to pray on victims.
Aborting dreams of the weak
And causing them confusion.
I fear the one above
The Almighty, strong and mercify.
I fear him greatly
For in him mankind evolves.
Transparency
How can we understand
the body's opaqueness
is in truth..transparent..?
Many layers of confusion
have hindered
this understanding..
The body as object
as limited and dense
is the discovery
we all make at birth..
This act of creation
allowing each of us to
be one as oneself and
survey the world..
The ache each feels
accompanies creation:
simply a longing for home
a transparent fullness
which our birth has veiled..
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