REALITY REVEALED *
dilemma
of
integrity
sensuality
conflicts
with curbed
desire
irony
in
self-effacement
ephemeral
& by chance
emotional
& dramatic
objective
an
influence
in academic notion
of the
unnoticed
omnipresent
to interpret
the unconscious
with
exhilarated
experience
where
architectonic
energies
of
indeterminate
shapes of
optical
multiplicity
enveloped
the
transparent
quickening
in the eyes
counterpoised
&
more endurable
the urge
&
the perception
of self
the desire
to
find satisfaction
in
organic beauty
a bestowal
of happiness
in
absurdities
embodying
unruly chaos
in the appearance
by accident
rather
than design
translated
into
manner
& style
always
inexpressible
an attempt
to understand
the austere
distortion
of an objective
consideration
&in particular
embodying
space
promote
a desire
&tendency
of
separation
Categories:
self effacement, poetry, word play,
Form: Other
By Mark Miller © 02/19/2014
Compass of memories held loosely
Misdirection pointing in iota
Exquisitely anchored hangs an eminent noose
Minds of subdivisions wage illusion of wars in retribution
Fragments estranged states out of place in time and space
Mirrors alone in fears absent of frames reflect emotions after forever
Autobiographical absence in self reflect sedimentary memory
Shattered pieces held together through novel history of cursed metaphor
Reference into live characters pretense lies symbols scorn design of substance.
Features sensations realism in dreams creation a demons personification;
Subserviently locked behind shades shadows seeks the many repentance,
Fate of shame determines designation into bestiary summons
If offered crown of thorns I refuse,
Defacement of natures subliminal defiance
Diffused screams of thunder leaves pride aside embracing dark's grace,
In nearness lies the wait in reality's unconsciousness,
The gradual self-effacement of my dead.
Categories:
self effacement, body, conflict, confusion,
Form: Blank verse
The day was falling,
enacting all its own regret
with light, like washed-out technicolor.
One glance affirmed:
the rain would soon begin.
Thunderheads played God,
recruiting legions higher still;
I saw the sand provoked
and furious upon the air.
I saw the lake retreat before the storm,
presuming self-effacement...
knew its delerium beyond,
knew the restless surface
hid its grave intent
and made its secrets even less accessible.
But there they were,
churning far offshore,
where relics of a war might gently rock
and dream their glory days,
then slipping down to rest...
I saw my death beat back its coverlet,
and mocking, seek an alien breath.
Time hovered. Secrets die ungraciously.
As so, might I.
But then the overflowing womb
that cast its tempest to the land and air
brought birth full circle in retreat--
Vivos...Mortuos
It was complete.
~
Categories:
self effacement, mystery,
Form: Free verse