Signs and symbols as idols for truth’s god as meant
Introspection of man’s society by society
Mirror of conceit and the non-existent
Universal veiling of this reality
Long gone days are dreamed of, symbolised, and spurred
A painting of a world that no longer exists
Creation of Man and of Saklas are blurred
Reigning supreme is hyperreality that persists
And our only salvation is Christ, the logos and the truth
Categories:
simulacra, deep, philosophy, religious, society,
Form: Acrostic
Simulacra
Fused,
skeleton within skeleton,
bone cage
responding roughly to injury,
fingers fingers plying her chest
plying her chest,
smothering,
veils,
the misery of simulacra,
no tender circumstances,
only wounded time,
violent little acts,
the smell of revelation,
no salvation.
http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2013/06/the-mystery-of-the-second-skeleton/309305/
Categories:
simulacra, sick,
Form: Free verse
I have never thought of death.
Well, that's not true. Everyone
does at a time. A peopled perishing
if you will. We constitute it
with sickles or in a carriage
or call him soft names. Man
versus death; man conquers
this nothing by attaching arms,
ears, heart so it may feel its indifference
resonating like fingernails on fiberglass.
The great human figure, now
cyclical of its mortal fragility.
Were our endeavors false,
these simulacra, these apparitions
beset gaily on their creator?
Like a cement plant, are we
indebted to the dust made
by our hands, and fills our lungs?
All I know is
it's an inconceivable sadness to think
I have never thought of death.
Categories:
simulacra, death, people,
Form: Personification
amassed
hands rise outstretched
they're granted
insignificance as they touch.
within this march
tribes are juxtaposed
delicate bodies dispersed,
cast abroad
under an infinite sky.
within this march
their many tamed, somnolent beasts
lie in limp dead circles
disarranged, and softly sleeping
amid droves of
lingering, nameless hosts.
within this march
ominous gods
have drugged
following legions
with simulacra of
perfection.
within this march
emboldened and vain
is an outcry
of a strange storm,
a maelstrom of form
a violent tempest of
disintegration against
manifestation.
within this march
sovereign lords
believe all things change
and still remain perfect.
Categories:
simulacra, nature, philosophy
Form: Lyric
within this march
amassed
hands rise outstretched
they're granted
insignificance as they touch.
within this march
tribes are juxtaposed
delicate bodies dispersed,
cast abroad
under an infinite sky.
within this march
their many tamed, somnolent beasts
lie in limp dead circles
disarranged, and softly sleeping
amid droves of
lingering, nameless hosts.
within this march
ominous gods
have drugged
following legions
with simulacra of
perfection.
within this march
emboldened and vain
is an outcry
of a strange storm,
a maelstrom of form
a violent tempest of
disintegration against
manifestation.
within this march
sovereign lords
believe all things change
and still remain perfect.
Written by my husband Thielus.
A. Green
Categories:
simulacra, politicalmarch, drug,
Form: I do not know?