pitch perfect
absolute hearing
shhhhh .....
let’s run
somewhere
anywhere
quietly
but where?
... it is absolute
our veins follow the architecture of the leaves inheriting its rythm
rhythm is consuming souls
overwrote by the ocean’s crescendo
our DNA is synchronized
Mother is firmly holding a conducting baton
The partiture where we can be undisguised
hasn’t been written
let’s write our own
turn the opera
into the cabaret
and give the puppeteers illusion of the power
Categories:
overwrote, analogy, earth, freedom, humanity,
Form: Free verse
My demons were in a slumber
I finally saw the grime in the glamour
My demons were asleep and done
When I was woke to goodness in everyone
I confronted hatred and jealousy
With kindness and generosity
I overwrote scars of enmity
With shades of benignity
My red eyes intoxicated by hostility
Where brightened by hospitality
I exorcised the demons back to the hades and hell
For I was possessed by an angel
Categories:
overwrote, angel, anger, bible, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Debris
There was a time when I was a seaman travelled with
a cardboard suitcase and my best shoes wrapped in newspaper.
I always wore khaki mainly because people would think I was
an American, back then I thought it a great country; still great but
But her leaders look like nine to five clerks.
I have read many books but mostly cheep pot boilers.
Due to my shyness spent most time in my cabin and left my ship
when there was no more to read. I did developed a fondness for
Hemingway he never overwrote is books.
But for me reading had its hidden hazard as I tended to become
the person I read about.
I once read a report about me it said I was grumpy drank too much
- I must have been reading Hemingway at the time and had no social
skills and never mixed with others. I was a lousy seaman and only
enjoyed going ashore places I had read about and had an historical
meaning I could connect with. Well all this is in the past I was not to
know I was ill and introversion is a burden.
Categories:
overwrote, allegory, appreciation, assonance, autumn,
Form: Blank verse