Short Unaccountable Poems
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a slap on the wrist
unaccountable justice?
Acosta Epstein...
countless of women are pissed
a signed sketch denied's been seen
What I miss most from my youth
The spontaneous, combustible
Unaccountable insanity to
Will, thrill myself and others
To heights and planes
We cannot see
Or ever see again.
(8/2/09)
Training the enemy within,
universities soldier on
Unchecked and unaccountable
They march to the beat of the
government drum
Tearing us apart from the inside
While Rome burns
—and Legionnaires die
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2014)
How does it feel?
When someone treats,
You like a punk.
As if you are a untouchable,
Moving out, ripping apart.
Ignorance beyond tolerance
Did that made you strong,
But that doesn't happens.
Despaired Hopes diminish,
Like a parchment, in a bin.
That's how it looks but,
The pain , is unaccountable.
Courage lay bleeding
In an abyss of despair
And he lay
Mulishly silent
More dead than alive
In tranquil pristine desuetude
The warrior
In unaccountable muse
Annoyed but sympathetic
Tried vainly
To raise an appetite
For death
Despair himself
Sat superstitious
Of this deliberate chaos
And loathed
The shifting reverberations
Of solitude.
Who protects regular citizens when the world at large has gone mad?
Since those who have been ordained to protect and serve have lost their
integrity and nerves,
They have crossed the line between good and evil,
by working on the fast track with criminals,
Who protects ordinary folks from them,
while they double-deal and create mayhem?
Or does everyone in Authority just look away,
making them unaccountable.........?
Form:
All senses suspended
I float in a deliciously numbing void
The return to consciousness is slow
Small unaccountable sounds assail
My brain
Olfactory nerves sense strange smells
It’s the optic senses that awaken last
Eyelids feel like one ton weights pressing down
Gigantic effort to life one up
A harsh white blinding radiance
Hits my optic nerves
Slowly I perceive tubes and machines
Around me
The picture coheres
Into an ICU
I am en route to recovery post op