the bottom lines scripted peripheries in a mirror
a headline toppled and reversed time and place
left became right and wrong pretended its centre
denuded illusions spoke in forked shiny tongues
lingua franca became subversive and spun yarns
and the spike of a spindle put wool over her eyes
prologues anticipated an apocalyptic message
hindsight firmly foreclosed unhinged shutters
framed in warped memories she recollected
blinds and veiled faces curtained in rags
holes and apertures appeared in the lore
essence void of existence smudged in tears
she relived captions and small printed subtexts
post-scripted antecedents and false premises
edited reminders and pasted virtuous contrasts
until meaning blocked out the pain of denial
a book mark covered in dust had refused to fade
and sealed approval onto questions and doubts
22nd June 2020
Refuse to hang the innocent
While your gang acquits the guilty
In a tooth for a tooth pronouncement
You state in collusion with the mighty.
Accuse with the ruse in your news dissidents
Whipped into submission
To the coercion of incidents
Incorporated into a dictatorial diction.
Cruise out of control
With your weapons of avid annihilation
Primed to wiped out any pesky patrol
That surveys the sadness and sickness in your jubilation.
Freeze the breeze trees in infancy
Stunted when you hunt down their xylem
In a show of tethered truancy
Boosted by a nihilist anthem.
Use distorted dialogues
Conducted at cross purposes
In muted prologues and monologues
With enfeebled and emaciated faces bereft of choices.
Save knaves and staves
Slaves struggle to free from the tyranny
Perpetrated in war veteran graves
To whom you dished out a cashless cacophony.
Wave flaccid flags flown at half mast
As conflict casualties mount
When baskets of mourning cast
A dark pall on leadership lists of skills to discount.
Despair not. Repair the flare
No longer impotent, no longer content
As venom fangs bare
Death diadems an bother bandanas for the discontent.
The solar perigree is all too brief,
departure signalled by the falling leaf,
bright colours in their duller Autumn hue
can glisten in the early morning dew.
November mists obscure the rising dawn
as coldness primed with frost welcomes the morn,
and sometime lingers into early night
with damp, translucent, eerie demi-light.
Some random days remind of Summer's call
to warm the country lane and urban sprawl,
their brevity prologues advancing cold,
already settling in, the Winter mould.
The visusl beauty drifts as shifting sand,
inexorably, just as Nature planned.
I can't take back my eye's
From you the most elegant girl.
I observe the billowing,
The wavy immature,
The adolescence of Thy creature.
You become disgusted,
It's natural and beautiful.
I can't take back my eye's.
You the princess of flower,
Roaming hornets moves restlessly.
They try to sing an effective song
In a choked voice
To win over your attraction.
Your tremble and nimble eye's
Artfully neglects this prologues.
You trained by the nature
About their manners and customs.
You keep intact your solemnity.
Some of them blown out and gone,
Some of them wrathfully gone,
I whom you guess a bungler
Astonish you,
Is now your room for an idol.
Still even now,
I can't take back my eye's.
If you could read my emotions
You’d probably lose focus
Be honored by my closeness
Honored that I wrote this
If you could hear my whispers
And see my gestures
You’d see how my words could affect her’s
If you could read my offense
You’d see I have no defense
And you have no reasons
To deny your feelings
Cause I go for the long ball
I’m in for the long haul
And I could wait all night just to receive your phone call
So if you’re ready, I’m here
And if you’re not I’ll wait
Just take your time… make sure you’re reading it straight
If you could read my mind,
You’d be reading for an eternity
Thoughts flow so fluently
Conversations about you and me
I hope you like what you read
I hope you love what you see
Prologues and prefaces
Intros and outtakes
Allow you to intake and inhale the essence
And embrace the aroma
And get a feel of my aura
It burns and glows
To light your way
And enlighten your heart
I’m hoping you stay,
To finish the rest
But, I won’t put under any duress
If you like it, you like it
If you don’t, you don’t
But we’ll see…
By the end of tonight
A foundling's spurn, like fate's adjourn
that fills its being, with return
of life - thy will, be Godly yearn,
nor destitute, like drafting, stern.
To understand more, than to learn
some righteous band, but then not turn
to righteousness, in loving's earn,
compassion's carry over, serve.
I loved you, to embrace some nerve
that carried your fond need, your verve,
as helping, left some filled reserve
toward aptitude, thy time conserve.
Within you, but as faith, your own
as when a prayer but asks condone
and greets its answer, then alone,
I asked to love you, but unknown.
The bast that prologues at my name
to gather momentary strove,
would surely hold not fair acclaim,
and surely bear not, at my love!
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