I had a dream to dissolve my body
Into harmony and song.
Not to be appraised course or consequence,
But the ecstasy for which I long.
I’d seen sparks pique, however, now they taunt
Ere each breath, each glare guts me.
I’ve been left to wonder, will passion pass,
Or will destiny cage the free?
Physical facades that guzzled my breath—
I loathed am’rous transactions—
Abandoned me gasping, grasping for air.
Throttled, I lay in satisfaction.
For today I gazed on as swarms of flies
Amassed stale, dead to the floor
Induced, I grin, inhale seriatim
Plaguing every lung, every pore.
For salt and terror could never hatch wood,
And doors are never undone.
Time festered and birthed a derisive spring
Which befell the immolated sun.
Categories:
seriatim, absence, destiny, dream, identity,
Form: Rhyme
He wouldn’t give me the time of day
if his watch was on fire –
the one I’d started running for.
I’d go seriatim on the trail
while speculating about
traversing more
uneven terrain still
just to catch a glimpse of him.
Anyway…
Once I settled
into a pace he faded
from my line of sight.
Lacking in sight, a little lost,
I pushed farther
than I’d gone before;
then the course took
a sharp turn.
The same old scene
gave way
to a novel panorama:
Things might be looking up!
The horizon smudged at first,
my vision foggy
with expectation.
How can you appreciate
the senselessness?
It took a spell to
feel your presence.
I looked again.
You were clear this time.
Delineated –
offering water in the rain:
Redundant
with comfort.
The rest
then faded from view.
The one I started running for
unworthy of a first
much less
a second
backward glance.
If his watch were on fire
then I guess time flies?
I see it now:
Still advances
need not burn.
Categories:
seriatim, leaving, moving on,
Form: Free verse
PATIENCE ENDURES!
The world and the people and the individuals that come together to populate universal thinking.
Society-at-large development is seen.
How come then everything seems to be slowing down extremely?
What is patience?
The entity and the government and the bureaucrats that make economy to provide industry and growth.
Topical to socialism.
Therefore, the theme becomes exploitation.
What is a virtue?
Capitalizing upon what is known.
Establishing a mundane focus to define new norms manifests those of God.
Seriatim to generations to come.
Thus, a frustrated point and transgression is always a rule of thumb.
Patience tantamount.
Perception inculcates the thoughts while
Asinine perpetrates conflicting insight
That is unfulfilling to what is right.
Is justice true to life formed…
Either to what is right or what is wrong? Does
Nondiscriminatory discriminates intelligence decorum
Cause virtuousness statue law which is
Efficacious to the frustrated point?
Why patience?
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Written May 30, 2016!
Categories:
seriatim, america, confidence, future, god,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Genial to avoid confrontation
Baseborn kind, complaisant character
A spurious recital, a cheap imitation
Apocryphal mind, and comical creations
Counterfeited Christ
An unholy effusion
Sons of Belial
Clutch arcane knowledge
Esoteric information
Delve into oracular verse.
Deadened faith
Recondite belief denuded denials
Portentous and abstruse
Divested of the truth
Desolate road
Traveled day after day
Seriatim in miles
Strangled in hyperbole
Hypothetical noose
Cheaply loose
Tightening
methodically
Suicidal salvation
Covertly clandestine
Do what art wilt
Deliver the chosen
indoctrinate guilt
Derision to the destined
To learn love over hate
Adoration to inculcate
Imbue their sick lessons.
Categories:
seriatim, fire, hyperbole, identity, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Silk curves buoyant
hiss in their unzipped motion
unfolding desire
chided into spaces
as distance shorten
expose to un-sheathe
the quivers
of enticement;
Seriatim sling shots
embedded within
the tremor
of high pitched
vocals
caress
the wet slips
in agony;
Chastise
moments?
but i yearn
for more
in flexed
sinew
and tightened
muscles;
Impetuous
for I breathe
warmth and fire
into your cold soul
with a smile
provoking you
to a world of
another entity?
Categories:
seriatim, life
Form: Free verse
A.S.D.F……..he typed,
Retyped,
Again did it, again, again………
Tick….tick, tick….tick……minutes sicken.
Soon his nearby seat she took,
A new student with hairs black,
Just a glance,
Next day, a smile, sprouted silent roots.
She got up and turned;
Her shampoo smelling hairs patted
On his face,
By chance.
That night on red bed his,
Fancy dress contest of fancies.
In love birth pain,
He does roll, twist, turn…………
He is earlier student, day next,
In attires newest.
But she came never,
Vanished in the life clouds.
Slim…..brown…..gentle…..
Still lingers shampoo smell.
His solitude pokes the sensorium,
Recollections….tick….tick, tick….seriatim.
(Set against shy rural background)
FABIYS M V
Categories:
seriatim, love
Form: Free verse