Automation
Reanimation
My Body a pain filled resume
I halt no mind
Exact
Traitors, move!?
Categories:
reanimation, america,
Form: Free verse
I feel nothing, and everything.
An empty echo.
Trapped, screaming but yawning.
I go unheard.
There is a spark,
A promise of reanimation
In endless pools of blue.
I can die and live
A thousand lifetimes
In an interlocked gaze…
But what happens
When the jolt
No longer
Reanimates
The dead.
Categories:
reanimation, abuse, betrayal, corruption, depression,
Form: Free verse
When reading
and singing
and dancing poetry,
enspiriting Earth's choreography,
I need not check my LeftBrain dominance
at rhetoric's RightWing healing door,
But bring PatriCapitalist Him with me
at least once more
to heal and restore
What EarthMothers wisely preach
and indigenously practice
and adore
No severance
between Earth's natural systemic Truths
and Ego's spiritual reanimation
restoring healthy EarthyBeauty
thriving
resilient abundance
By letting go
of peevishly competitive
LeftBrain dominantly domesticated
satiated
uneducated
about regenerative systemic design
And, thereby RightWing overgrown
predative
desecrating
Former sacredly healthy green climates
now more pathological
by over-petted Anthros
over-self invested,
Earth infesting pests
With voracious AnthroDivine appetities
of LeftBrain dominant parasites
preying on RightBrain prominent
EarthMother feminists
Who now lament,
"Straight White PatriCapitalists:
can't resonantly love with'em,
can't resiliently live without'em."
Categories:
reanimation, health, integrity, peace,
Form: Political Verse
Fleeting notions of grandeur
flaring up intermittently
facilitating imaginative construction
feeding building blocks into cognitive designs
Previously dormant ideation
Arbitrarily forcing its way into consciousness
Reinvigorating long lost neural pathways
Resulting in a ripple effect that
creates and reconfigures chemical connections
The dawn of an ideology
Spawned from the reanimation
of historically prevailing perspectives
Re-branded substantively to fit context
The dismal derivative
of foregone philosophy
theatrically posing as genuine
but with a poorly drawn mask to cover its expression
Categories:
reanimation, meaningful, perspective, philosophy, psychological,
Form: I do not know?
«Find hope all ye who enter here»
That's what it says on it.
I’d enter, but it's locked.
I’d find, but it’s hopeless.
I'd smoke, but they say there's no smoking in here.
Okay, I'll go.
Gravity helped me to go down, nudging in the back,
so I could jump on the trolley
right before a couple of hefty nurses wheeled it into the reanimation room.
Categories:
reanimation, death, hope, paradise,
Form: Free verse
Quiet is the night, laid blight amid this infernal necropolis
Loosely mantled soil, smother marrow of perished veneration
Yet windows still aflame, a dormant witness to troth thirst
Cold and stiff, until a shift, unearthed
Categories:
reanimation, death, fantasy, grave, imagery,
Form: Epyllion
Inspired…
It feels good to me,
To be alive in oneself, to be set in actuality.
Free from worldly expectations and corporational thoughts,
Able to set goals for oneself, let loose from wrought.
Distraught, and set into motion by the world’s needs,
Told how to live one’s life through social media and news feeds.
Agreed fear of change when change is the preset,
To reset, everything our parents raised us to become.
To change us into a social class clone.
Indifferent, numb...
Overcome, Victory!
It lives again, in every man’s heart,
To revive what has been torn apart.
Like water, rushing to bring alive the right,
Insight to be more than staying up on these sleepless nights.
Enslaved to an addiction, with emptiness as chains,
Explained by syndromes, fancy medical conditions.
Convictions no longer ashamed of the change of the reanimation of his title.
Idle regurgitation of all the foul slang and the hate and the pain.
No longer conformed but transformed by his Name.
To be set free, to be…
Me.
Categories:
reanimation, addiction, bible, god, inspiration,
Form: Lyric
let it breathe
reanimation for wine
too dear
to hell with tannins
drink coffee and tea
Categories:
reanimation, wine,
Form: Tanka
The right atmospheric conditions can animate your bones.
I tell ya,
Dinosaurs rising, ichthyosaurs rising,
Rise of the hominids no more, eh?
Resurrection ain't a fool's business, fellow, ol' pal,
Sonny boy. My boy,
Reanimation is a booming industry,
What with all these dinosaurs and ancient mummies reaching and tightening their buns,
Winching their skin on.
Drink that elixir first, boyo.
Keeps ya from fossilizing in the first place.
Them creatures all wanna be looked at good again,
But I says, I says pickle yourself in the first place,
Never lose that spark.
You don't have to wait for a magical scientific chemical power combo,
If you were preserved in the first place.
Categories:
reanimation, life, time
Form: Free verse