Why does delusion seem to be the only reality I know?
Almost never catching myself when my mind starts to go
Is delusion my real reality though?
Snapping in & out of this dimension
Which I should mention,
Is beyond my comprehension of an
Intervention for redemption or reinvention
What's your intention?
My soul can't take anymore pain...
I don't get what you have to gain
From the hurt that I've attained & sustained
I don't think one single person
That I've met was entertained
With how I try to explain the
Change in my world & theirs
It's become mundane at the amount of sht that's become deranged since I've gone insane
...I've literally broken my brain
This vessel is no good anymore
Everything normal has become a chore
I can't endure trying to find a cure
for me being so immature and insecure
It's now part of my allure
I'll get out of this one day.....
Have you ever cleared your closet?
Relationships are like wardrobes
They need to be reviewed
Have you ever packed your bags?
A heart is like a storage box
It needs to be sorted
That lingering thought,
Pacing around the room
The reinvention of ideas
It is the biggest ever
Looking at the mirror
The admiration of a human being
It is the scariest thought
Am I the best?,
Have you ever cleared your heart
Feelings can be a deception
They need to be evaluated
Have ever packed your makeup bag?
A face is like a hidden mask
It needs to be taken care of
That lingering thought.
FREE VERSE
words
framed
in
white space
phrasal lines
enjambed
with
a line break
in a fluid
left margin
so flexible
continually
discovered then
discarded
later rediscovered &
reinvented
'twas ever thus
Fire burns through the old me raging
it triggers my transformation;
The ashes fall with the cleansing
and build a rugged foundation;
Flames bring about reinvention
that forces my cocoon to burst
and kickstart this revolution
with passion I become immersed.
*Image of Freedom Pub
Freedom Pub
Marred fictions of emus, ostriches
dip their heads neath, were hailed
by Ancient Rome's false divination,
of individuals, whose conquest of
enshrining their implied role.
Emancipated exacters, whereto,
the subjugators of the unlearned
majority, daily context by untruths,
orientations hard-pressed, by
tainted thumbs of paperwork,
loads conveniently,
mache for obvious design.
Decaying precursors demonocracy,
aptitudes knotting promotes,
a panache promenade of quilted
quids, as characters clash with
reality quarrels, as a shoreline
of sculpted castled sands, drift to
its emptiness of their costly
noted, S.O.S.
The absence of freedom is a true
reinvention for the masses, to
rummage and further wander, its
lineage of class enumeration
liken to some zombie apocalypse,
clueless beginning.
Lo and behold, its keepers adrift,
salty surges hath rise o'er, the
fresh living waters.
2023 January 07
*HM*
Freedom Pub
~~Joe Maverick: Judged 2023 January 09
LINKS
imaged
in juxtaposition
&opulent
upheavals
celebrations
of the
contemporary
alongside thedecadentin
in gilded
reinvention
reinvigoration the
of the
transitor
in
overwhelming
delight
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
A unique bar with chicory coffee
side by side our famous praline whiskey;
The ‘Black Heart Masquerade’ reinvention
we have completed all the construction;
Fangs out to raise the vibe we are after
with each step your heart skips a bit faster;
The feeling in the lounge achingly hot
comparable to a dopamine shot;
Opening ten minutes after sunset
a man walked in that I won’t soon forget;
He stood behind the bouncer at the door
and headed toward me on the dance floor;
“Did you just step out of one of my dreams? “
I replied, “You can call me Inalem.”
Reinvention, Metamorphosis, a civil rights movement to free the oppressed.
Love is free, love is trusting, love is kind.
Love takes a stand for what is right.
Bravery takes a movement.
Bravery takes a stand.
Bravery takes a chance.
Bravery asks no opinions.
Bravery sometimes stands alone.
How interesting can you be ?
Once whole and confident
Focused Intent
A likely pre set present tense
All my ducks in a row
Ready to cluck out in militant fashion
A prepubescent repetition
Shallow and still
Reflection and refraction
The reinvention of perfection is a fruitless pursuit
Decades of good intentions
Mirrored by calloused intervention
In a frigid current
Bent, by shifting sedimentation,
its perception
Busted back
Crumpled putrid IF- I-CA-tion
Mangled fingerling
Chewed up and spat out
Indistinguishable platitudes
Presented for inspection
Consorted and Contorted
Beyond Recognition
The Reclamation paralyzed, in part, by Bombastic Voyeurs and
The Chief Architect
Whose The Supplicant Saboteur ?
I liked it back when we were thought a pair
And held in high esteem by lovers all
Who envied what it was we seemed to share
when we were also fooled within that thrall
As actors lose themselves in parts that call
for reinvention on a stage set bare
We played our roles as partners till our fall
I liked it back when we were thought a pair
How long then were we blindly unaware?
Imprisoned to ourselves behind a wall
Over which the outside world would stare
And held in high esteem by lovers all
Did they not sense our soaring passion stall?
Did we pretend because we didn't dare
Betray our lie to those who held us tall
Who envied what it was we seemed to share
Rituals and habits were our snare
We once long-striding lovers forced to crawl
till only rote and duty lingered there
When we were also fooled within that thrall
Their crushing expectations left us small
You took all else I was, to my despair
what little hope I had is in your haul
If others need that from us, I don't care
I'd like it back
I caught the disease before the deadline
before my mid-life crisis
the reinvention
Who can wait for the epiphany of self-discovery?
I’ll force myself to find my passion, and I’ll be great at it,
the best
and it will be entirely willpower
Maybe
Ask me tomorrow
I'm sorry
I'm sorry... that I hurt you,
that was never my intention
You are so precious to me,
wish you could see my reinvention
I'm sorry...I was really not myself
You are everything to me,
don't leave me here
collecting dust on the shelf
I'm sorry...I really hope that
it's really not too late
Don't move on without me, please
that would be your biggest mistake
I'm sorry...I know that these are only words
my actions would speak louder, I know
will you give me another chance
for them to be heard?
I'm sorry... for all my mistakes
they were Tsunami like in size
They washed you far away from me
before I ever realized
I'm sorry...for all the things I said
I really wasn't thinking
Now I understand how much it hurt
and why this ship is sinking
I'm sorry...that you don't answer me
answer when I call
I can't blame you, I blame myself...
I blame myself for it all...
I'm sorry.
John Derek Hamilton
June 07,2016
In every neighborhood and on every snow-covered street
In this great big frozen land
Resides forty grandmas
Willing to lend a hand
Filling up the bottle with rot-gut whiskey
For all the men too old to justify
Reinvention in a world turned upside down.
Staggering, barely upright in the snow.
It's only noon and no place to go.
The police don't care, and the kids just laugh
As they come home from school across that path.
The selling day's through, and the grandma puts up her still.
Soup with meat greets her at dinnertime.
Moral questions here scatter to the wind
Once you consider the shape she'd been in.
Through fire and rain,
I bear this pain,
Due to my emotional strain,
My reputation holds disdain.
How can I repair it?
How do I begin to feel worth it?
While friends who bear no sins,
Begin filling coffins.
Where do I turn?
I see no bridges,
I have yet to burn,
Only window ledges.
To be or not to be,
Is no longer the question,
To be blind or to see,
Is the question's reinvention.
For some it is as simple,
As standing upon a stool,
To fall and make a ripple,
Or to remain in life's stagnant pool.
Spooling southward on shattered wing-
I ache to fold from life’s cruel sting!
(I’d rather die, than say goodbye)
Because I can’t repent this suffering
(A reinvention of 'No Assembly Required')
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