The Invisible Strings of Black Light
I sing my mute blizzard on the stiffened string of full void,
the shrill echo of silence gently undoes time's curtain for me,
like a luminescent howl from a transparent sarcophagus,
that aspirates my breath through the pores of an effervescent abyss,
cacophonic symphony of angels with wings of calcified plague,
conducted by white crows singing in psalms of evaporated matter,
adorned with the phosphorescent keyboards of the abyss-color,
that blinds with its radiant blackness any lucid non-seeing,
abstract paintings of crystallized tears in dried blood,
a hypnotic rodeo of petrified butterflies in arrested flight,
metaphysical courtesans of a sterilized and eternal amor,
king without crown in the kingdom without throne and without stern,
where love is an amnesia that remembers everything in forgetting,
and presence is no longer needed to always be living disappearance,
my sinusoidal trajectory through a crystal of solid fog,
that wove our eternity into an exploded second,
to the nectarous curses floating through your granite thoughts,
the mosaic of my solar nights with fate's luminous catastrophes!
A yearning heart longs for love everytime
Malice it receives time without a dime
Shadowed with the belief of being solo
Trust in hope but always been the one to follow
When certain uncertainties just dont make a difference
Holding on too tight to a loose end
Caged by a yelling heart wanting to be mended
But is pricked to the point where it can't bear no more
Wishing to be the heartfelt one and let go
Bringing out that zeal to prove its worth before the world
Saying"You can make things right, Go on and throw those unprocessed lemons into these turning blades and make your tasty lemonade pampered with ice cubes"
It lets go of the past memories bruising
Hoping to creat a fresh start and new beginnings
Patches up what's broken and lost
Breaking through thy blackened shadow at all cost
Forever remembering to cool up after the days of exhaustion
Cause at the end all that was derived from those prickly thorns were sterilized into my account
Not a room for the waiting
or the receiving of the waiting,
but a room for a liquid thinking
a turgidity
that trickles through plastic tubes.
Is this where doors remain jammed
forever between Hospital floors?
Unseen, a wall clock drops
heavy packages of time
into narrow chutes,
latex handprints are shaken
from sterilized surfaces.
The regularity
of beep and whir mechanically
sucks light in and out.
The yoke recalls it shell.
Desiccated fingers
squeeze a phantom pain-ball,
morphine as cold as ice
is delivered
to an unknown address.
A swish of a starched presence,
fingertips retrace
scorched fever-lines.
Eyes creep toward the voice.
Consciousness
scratches a self-portrait
upon a white neon sun,
a hesitant, primitive etching.
A nurse adjusts the electronic pulse
of a free-floating mind.
Space expands under her hands.
She is outstanding
She is my mind's understanding
Blinded by her smiles, I need remanding
For her my heart, is so demanding
I feel like an aircraft, who's never landing
I think I loved her before I knew her
Grasses grew on the heart that was bare
She brightens up my day, she's such a flair
So I am devoted, I mean I belong to her
Her eyes sparkles like chandeliers
Face twinkles, like diamond jewels
Heart's so pure like sterilized bangles
If beauty was a crime, she would be the most wanted criminal
And if my love for her was to be measured, I swear it wouldn't be minimal
I love her with my all, wholly and there isn't no decimal
My heart is full and she is my heart's terminal
Thank God for her
I am blessed with her
And I will fight for her
For that reason I call her....
The Art of God
What holds us together
has been torn, the unity
of a people split apart.
Both poles have lost
their grip and rupture
into division.
Categories now proliferate
and place each soul
into a labeled box governed
by the ideologue.
Word by word, language
has been commandeered by fear
and threatened with shame.
Good words are put on trial,
stripped of meaning and sentenced
to silence. They sleep in old books
sought out by the apparatchiks
for removal or to be replaced
by neutered covers.
Soon Macbeth will be lobotomized
to reduce the risk of upset.
The grand order has gone mad.
Long lines of citizenry queue
for entry into asylums
now spreading
like shopping malls.
Others won't leave home
and ossify in the safety
of their shuttered rooms.
Meanwhile, to the chants
of a sterilized song,
children skip towards
glittering castles hanging
precariously in thin air,
proud parents happily
clapping them along.
He was buried without a coffin
without a grave
the scavengers performed the post-mortem
in the open mortuary
without sterilized knives
in front of the night club
6
stuttering rifles put up
the gun salute of the day
that was a state burial anyway
the car knelt
the red plate wept, wrapped itself in blood its
master’s
the diary revealed to the sea
the rain anchored there at last
isn’t our flag red, black and white?
so he wrapped himself well
who could signal yellow
when we had to leave politics to the experts
and brood on books
brood on hunger
and schoolgirls
grumble under the black pot
sleep under torn mosquito net
and let lice lick our intestines
the lord of the bar, money speaks madam
woman magnet, money speaks madam
we only cover the stinking darkness of the cave of our mouths
and ask our father who is in hell to judge him
the quick and the good.
well, his diary, submarine of the Third World
War
showed he wished
to be buried in a gold-laden coffin
like a VIP
under the jacaranda tree beside his palace
a shelter for his grave
and much beer for the funeral party
anyway one noisy pupil suggested we bring
tractors and plough the land.
I was appalled, no I was horrified
flipping through
the channels and I do it quickly
I saw the Steve something show on.
I could not understand the speech
of the whites
they obviously suffered from
some type
of congenital birth defects
talking about who has been intimate with who's brother and sister
and any thing else that moved.
Then I saw the audience
the flood of white trash left me
devastated.
And as to whom would condone such
an obvious
Exploitation of such damaged
creatures.
And I realized why the Republicans
would want them all,
to have as many children as possible
without any means to support them.
Should they be paid to be sterilized?
I confess after I
put the Lions and Bears game on
I secretly turned my head and unthinkingly,
I knew that
I would allow them to do it.
And now I have a better understanding of
why the police dislike going to their home's
a number of times each month.
Once a nation
Supremely white as driven snow,
Singularly Christian, white and male,
Purely untarnished, and aglow,
Grandeur unparalleled in fairytale.
Hence a grievance
Punitively bold as bloody hellfire,
Potently prosecuted in seats of power,
Oppressively waged against objects of ire,
Prisms of nonwhites seeking justice in the hour.
Now a leader
Colossally void as sterilized weaponry,
Glibly sanctions white phobia and rage,
Lethally enflames this proto-fascist fancy,
As corporations provide aid to the rampage.
Thus a faction
Devoutly for leader, they stand down,
Steadfastly ready for the order to kill,
All woke-ish elitists, and enemies black and brown,
That white men reclaim their rightful place at the till.
Violence of mind
Shocks no one in America,
Where thugs are part of romantic lore.
With our ascendant authoritarian replica,
Are we ready for what washes ashore?
Published in Dissident Voice: 01/09/22
I put a bug on you!
it was a lady?
it was a vampire?
it was a boogar?
introducing a new cough?
wasn't pertussis enough?
we'll sit at the store in tight masks
finding how to boil them in a flask
is it an outbreak
or a Spring Break gone mad?
it's Coronovirus that has shut down the loop
every ice cream cone and every scoop
must be sterilized in fire
now, we will not admire
to the moon and back
these little viruses cut you no flack
stay, stay they told the dog
now it's Flapjack
anyone will not be exact!
so the hearts will push them away
i have on this mask
Everyday!
The birds are gone
along with the field
that is gone ...
The birds left,
along with the fields
that disappeared ...
Disappeared in the burn
darn,
disappeared in the occupation
rampant ...
The hysterical men
sterilized the earth,
exterminated the birds
and they left the devastated life ...!
On death row I was somewhat surprised,
once an inmate had been tranquilized,
that when facing death,
and a very last breath,
the lethal needle must be sterilized.
Why- why, in God's name, were you unleashed
time and again to rape our community
empty-eyed mug shot
walking time bomb filled with hateful snot.
...and the judges of these mad men
sitting in their sterilized cloud.
High above the martyrs and maggots
broken cinder block sanctuaries,
Giving this ogre a twenty-fifth mulligan.
Judge, I pray that "it" soils your cloud
sprays its snotty seed over your pristine.
Sends you tumbling into our humble community
devours everything you cherish and love
drags you down a bloody path
of your poor judgments
happy thanksgiving
gobble -gobble.
The government’s been lobotomized
The left and right’s too polarized
The media has us hypnotized
All the topsoil’s getting sterilized
What have we gotten ourselves into?
Nobody’s talking face to face
They need a computer interface
If we keep going at this pace
There won’t be no more human race
What have we gotten ourselves into?
I humbly propose a clean solution
We don’t need to change the Constitution
No need to make no contribution
Just start a grass roots revolution
Stop being the problem and be the solution
If you don’t know what’s going on, WAKE UP!
If Big Brother’s doing wrong, SPEAK UP!
If someone’s hurting someone, STAND UP!
Be a participant in life, not a critic, not a spectator.
Someday when you’re old and gray
You might look back fondly on today
Was it the day you chose a better way
Or was it just like any other day
To change the world, change yourself first and expand from there.
Start a grass roots revolution.
I am not who I was yesterday
Gone are the ills and pains of the past
No longer burdened by anger and hate
My load is lighter now, making it easier to walk
A mind cleared of debris, the chalkboard wiped clean
Sanitized and sterilized, I thank the universe for that
I am not yet who I could be
My journey has just started
I've only recently began to learn how to walk
My destination unclear, I may not achieve what I seek
Yet I will keep walking forward
Even when times are dark, I will search for a light
One day I might acquire what is sought
I didn't ever mean to be
This kind of happy
In love
Enjoying life...
Reliably
I'd meant to be an artist
A musician, a poet
Reckless and poor
But I tired of hunger
And settled for more (or less)
Comfort
Regular hours and sleep
Contort my will
Deprive me of lunacy
To be the opposite
Of corrupted
Purified?
Sterilized
It's hard to tell
If this is fulfilling
It's just chill and slow
And the lows aren't so low
I just couldn't go on
Believing in nothing
With nothing
Paralyzed*
* - without you I'd die.
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