Once understanding truth, is when fiction becomes paramount.
If not for fiction, truth would never expand, rather stay static.
Without fiction, invention would not become possible, just a cosmetic.
Without fiction, creativity would become impractical, in turn ceasing much doubt
Without fiction, where's contradiction? Relying on fact alone creates a closed mind,
Unwilling to learn or listen to opinion or interpretation, with a mind stuck behind.
Letting go of what is already known imbeds a sense of venture, a willingness to interpret.
If not for this sense of venture, opinion becomes subvert.
Learn from past followings of mass consensus,
Think for yourself, form your own opinions, free from collectivization.
Only once you have your original thought, begin intertwining with truth, make it pragmatic.
In order to grow, you first must relinquish that which is known.
Omniflage honchos disguise what they are.
An entourage won't arrive in electric cars.
The soul of our country is divided by scars.
Spun Mirage Verbiage from Decoupage stars.
Lumberhead puppets splinter society.
Knowing they subvert morality.
Playing truth or dare with frivolity.
Wholly exposing their dishonesty.
The leaders of free speech.
Alas, whose speech indeed.
When truth is viewed as crime.
In the Abyss of Lies.
A glamourous madame.
Prattled much Pablum.
Many feel she's plum out of charm.
Mirage Verbiage from these Decoupage Stars.
PORTRAITS
composite
unanimous
elated
& dumbfounded
overwhelmed
completely
surreal
yet
exciting
conveying
a sense
of
performative
persona
introverted
&
private
together
that subvert
convention
distorted
representations
imagined vaguely
fragmented
translucent
& figurative
an atmosphere
of
movement
&full of
storyline
accompanying
the
skewed
Thoughts in my mind like rolling clouds in the sky finding new ways to flirt
Far off confections that bring forth questions of truth, love, and even hurt
Discovering new methods of sensuality, never stopping or thinking to subvert
Swirling together in beautiful destruction without forcing one another to convert
Disappearing beyond the horizon, seldom catastrophic, but also rarely inert
On the days when I'm not in your presence, how is it my thoughts of you do not divert
A lot of talk goes around,
All about this or that.
And is only the sound,
Of bold talk n smack.
Politicians confound,
Wear imposter hats.
Flared tensions abound.
Subvert the facts.
Chicago's burning down.
Pour on more gas.
Discord Surrounds.
Raising the tax.
A lot of talk goes around,
All about this or that.
And is only the sound,
Of more talking smack.
For as long as I can remember
I played the peacemaker role
Depend on me as the glue guy
As I try to keep things in control
Don't worry I won't rock the boat
Will keep things safe and stable
Neatly buttoned up at all times
Sure let's just go with that fable
Was always wrapping up my worth
In fixing other people's problems
A well devised distraction tactic
To avoid my issues and not solve them
Been shifting the narrative lately
Starting to shine my light internally
Surprised how much was unprocessed
What a relief to delve into discovery
Now it’s time to make a decision
Where will my energy get directed
Continue to subvert what I require
Or step up to my needs that I neglected
Doesn’t mean I cast others aside
Actually the opposite was proved
When I fill up my own cup first
I'm still the glue guy, just new and improved
Eviscerate my being! Distort my face!
Bring me closure to my ego; replace!
Seizure in dark games through which we interlace,
Beckoning the reaper's embrace.
Subvert my empathy!
Break me into colluded ecstasy!
Mold me in your image of apathy!
Put me in a daze of senseful apogee!
If only I could help You experience the same...
If only I could put out what had went aflame...
If only I could rid you of your own self blame...
My ultimate goal- to personify your game..
Knowing I belong on greater stages;
I set out to share a seat among your stations!
As I'm marching alongside your pages,
I'm taunted by the echoes of ages,
mocked by divine wages.
Taxing are the paths to your way.
My will's faltering, hope's grey,
mind's in a state so risqué.
Tell me, is this the price that I must pay?
"Fractious paranoia vying to supplant.
Vying to take over, to ruin your descant.
To kill that which would lay bare, the one which I shan't.
And destroy the altar to which I hum and I chant."
Poets embrace the septic of poetry,
and frighten those who are shameful and ashamed ...
People in daily toil, pathetic practices
find ... how then do not fight against
the stablishment ...!?
Rebel dissatisfied people mix melody
and chaotic music against counterculture ...
Ah! if these people had hopes,
if they didn't have just that media instinct !?
How different could this life be ....!
Let us therefore understand that the sterile
so aseptic,
so amorphous concrete,
heraldic, so hermetic,
nonsense of so narcotic ...
So on the tour, we must subvert life
consciously always and always ...!
Subvert
Their plot is cleverly disguised, patiently abiding time,
Whilst higher on the economy they climb
Making dime their only crime
They have almost succeeded they’re on their prime.
Job losses loom
Internet sales boom
Diverting blame they have no shame
Greed and corruption The final game
They have a plan, a mission statement if you must.
You are mad if them you trust.
They show their strength with forced suppression
the world is plunged in Great Depression
Question their agenda a little bit more
Do what you can to even the score.
Come Back Abraham.
Come thee back Abraham
to do God's solemn work again.
To bring fresh new light into
the darkening hearts of men.
While slavery exists no more,
thanks to your brave, even hand,
the hatred spawned long ago
once again permeates the land.
The dark evil that you fought
and brought to bloody defeat,
rises like a full moon's tide
even to the nation's highest seat.
The racists have risen again,
inciting riotous nights
bearing hatred's symbols
that subvert our human rights.
And so, Abraham, come thee
back to tame the racist dog;
to bring him to heel and to
mute the blatant demagogue.
Morning breaks clouds rise
Heat of the day commences
Ice in drinks we need
Cool refreshments and pool trips
All to subvert heat
Blazing Sun melt popsicles
Sprinklers make rainbows
Children enjoy their school break
Summers almost done
Fall brings in a new season
Remember summer
They say angels walk the Earth-
Well I know, we had our Mom
The trouble is what life is worth
When the time will come
This journey won’t be easy
Incomplete without your guidance
Reality makes me queasy
And resulted in subsidence
The world comes crashing down
And time remains relentless
Each smile turns to a frown
And the air leaves me breathless
But beneath all the hurt
All the tears that cloud my mind
We mustn’t subvert
How much love is left behind
Unnameable the moment when it starts
The sun goes turns black and flowers die on the stalk
The agony in the garden of the heart
Unnatural rhythms subvert accountants’ charts
Poor nestlings feel the onslaught of the hawk
Untraceable the moment when it starts
For always seemed our love, and quiet its art
Banal the labels in a doctor’s talk
Of agony in the gardens of the heart
Speechless,cold and numb the separate parts
Each one with its indirection walks
Untraceable the moment when it starts
That one who knew our measure must depart
Wounds our sense of self now writ in chalk
Such agony in the gardens of the heart
Like a skylark trapped,untimely, caught
I the one time lover fear the night
So minute at the moment when it starts
Agony strips the garden of the heart
I know it’s shocking, and you’ll be like “Watt!?” but it’s true and i’m ex-static and you should be too. Light it sink in Faraday or two, don’t be so direct for there are alternative views. Let’s charge towards a higher current, and flow with The Field. Ohm not relatively speaking, we have to heal so wave goodbye to those conditions and give them no further energy, electrify your life transcending entropy. conduct the truth like a Tesla coil, resistance is futile, striking down from the divine- if you only knew the magnificence of 3, 6, and 9. It won’t divert, or subvert to the outskirts, the truth Herz. Once you understand the gravity of the situation you’ll transform your habituation to one of productivity, synchronicity and synergy. No re-Morse or regrets, peace be with you for infinity.
© Copyright Ash Grimshaw 2017. All Rights Reserved.
According to Dr. Twelfth
Cosmetics impact health
Subvert true love by stealth
And squander limited wealth.
At the end of the day
Beauty rinses away
And the face on display
Appears withered and gray
All that money and pain
Is flushed down the drain
So its hard to explain
Why they do it again
When it comes to a test
The face men love best
Is not self-possessed
But quite manifest
In Ye Olde Gene Pool race
Neither beauty nor grace
Could begin to replace
A familiar face!
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