So, a rich surfer kid with multiple degrees
whacks a rich CEO of a health insurance company
and suddenly he's the robin hood of the A.I generation
feeding the blood of the rich and greedy
to the uninsured and needy.(top that Greta Thunberg)
Folks this is simply another facet of
the redistribution of wealth
Part of the great reset that they had promised us.
Where the middle class pays the premiums of the poor
getting hammered once again.
While the elites and forever politicians
watch the widening division
from atop the insider trading hill
a thickening layer of sedimentation
Far above the unfruited flood plain
unblemished.
Categories:
sedimentation, political,
Form: Free verse
Forced diversity has led to a compacted social sedimentation.
Another flavor of oppression...for everybody.... this time around.
There's a heavy undercurrent of resentment and hatefulness.
Tugging souls down to where there's no air-no light -no honor.
A few well intended veins are attempting to traverse the compaction.
but they're thin- fragile-guilt ridden-unsustainable.
Destined to slowly wither or quickly bleed out.
If compacted for a prolonged period
there'll be a blending but only via violent explosion.
Make no mistake:
This movement isn't about unity, equality or putting balm to wound.
It's about resentment, entitlement and payback.
Choking people out with their mental scar tissue.
Categories:
sedimentation, america,
Form: Free verse
Build a padded wall around the entire earth.
We've become one giant insane asylum.
For which there's no cure.
While you're at it.
Hang a neon vacant eyes sign.
For everything has turned into.
the deepest shade of blackened-blind...
Right has turned into wrong/wrong spliced into right.
We've become the galactic idiot-a universal blight.
That's what happens when you replace growth.
With a quick fix prick, Charmers and anorexic influencers.
When mountains of youth are glazed with victimhood.
Unearned accolades -no accountability balm.
There's no longer social sedimentation.
Between the saint and psychopath.
God is flipping us the dirty bird.
While searching for his misplaced wrath.
Categories:
sedimentation, destiny,
Form: Free verse
Cluttered herself with salt;
Rather obscuring herself, she settled downwards;
The sandy surface has made her vulnerable;
Clasping the inner core tightly, she reluctantly raised her fallen guards;
The heart silently percolated to its bedrock;
She was afraid of sedimentation.
Suddenly the cracks paved the way to her weathered soul;
For her it was love at first sight!
Beginning of a pure, beautiful love affair;
She was mesmerized by those sparkling eyes!
She inched closer with the ever increasing sound of her pounding heartbeat;
Nothing! Nothing!
Betrayal!
Fluttering her sand-dunned eyelashes;
The mirage was in its full glory;
She retracted in her footsteps, recoiled her flattered heart;
She was deserted again with her guards steeper than before.
Categories:
sedimentation, beach, betrayal, imagery,
Form: Free verse
The Proseman’s¹ Guide
By the fruits of the Poeter’s vocation
The courtship of mental tinkerings & its written translation
Of one’s inner and outer feelings; a mentally intoxicating libation
Of nuances; pouring from the point of creation;
A quill, a pen…used to spell out this notation
Come alive; to form the tapestry of written constellations
For it may take time to see life’s sedimentation
And take note of a thought’s conceptualization
From beginning to end and transcribe the dictation
verbatim; to ensure there is no unwanted obfuscation
that in this process; there are interludes; brief stagnations
not seen in this polished work of written elocution;
is the exploration & experimentation not found in each line; just it’s summation
of the ebb & flow of this poetical concoction
for if this meandering of prose was archaic; it would need a furthering; illumination
and more likely than not a soft touch of preservation
and a fair bit of the Reader’s intellectual navigation
Hence, leaving the mind’s eye more open for future inspiration
-25NOV20
¹ Proseman: a prose writer —opposed to poet
https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/proseman
Categories:
sedimentation, poetry, writing,
Form: Sonnet
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 ?
Categories:
sedimentation, abuse, adventure, angst, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
Don't fool yourselves.
Trump didn't divide us
any more than Obama united us.
The divisions were already there.
A hopeless societal and political sedimentation
That took well over two hundred years
of time to divide the star-spangled pie,
not based on color but beliefs.
If we don't separate physically
we'll end up killing each other for meat...
Asses and elephants are a toxic marriage.
One stomps and trumpets
gets little to nothing done
The other kicks and *itches
about trivial things.
The stomper and the kicker
Made in America- unhinged.
Categories:
sedimentation, people, places, poetry, poverty,
Form: Free verse
we went from
I'm OK, you're OK
you were my pillar
when I was carrying the earth above my shoulders and
my hand was something you could count on
when the lights turn green
then the path turned overly uneven
for those high heels
suddenly
I'm not Ok, you're OK
and you just left me there
to look at that constructed life
from the checkpoint
while my flight became delayed
time always offsets unevenness and
timely those foundations lie overruned
so without any remorse
you dragged me in your mourning-sand and
I'm not ok, you're not OK
washed dishes won't make a person
out of you
just end that culpability sedimentation
on my already deconsecrate shoulders
nothing I said was properly
so words stopped coming out
avoidance became our reality
didn't know how to break that silence
at very end
I was left broken
missing me
uncamouflaged
unprotected
me
raising up glassed tears
I'm building a sculpture
rare animals are most haunted ones, and
every animal bites when felt threatened
I'm Ok, you're not
Categories:
sedimentation, growth,
Form: Free verse
I'm thinking about rhyme and meter
but also my kidneys and my liver.
The nation-state and the failed state
and whether killers should be executed
or forgiven. Meditate on this: Thy
will be done. Do what has to be done
don't ask why. Clean the dishes and the house.
Will I be left to my own resources
or will all be given? Nevermind
what you can't imagine. Living's
life's priority. Friends are merely friendly,
they're in the majority. Loneliness
is the default position. Rain happens.
We supply the reasons.
How do people process their lives without art?
By caring not.
Ignore
yr autobiography.
In olden days, if you couldn't stand to pee
the family buried you under the pecan tree.
Categories:
sedimentation, art, care, friend, house,
Form: Verse