Black eyes smile down, a frown
The voices in my head of silent sound
Live weird connected without ground
Look around at all the nothing I've found
Eyes tired unfocused and uninspired
Teeth pulling pliers torture tools for hire
Liars, so many liars, flash flooded fires
The leper that was so very admired
Eyes closed, on the back of eyelids now froze
The red rose of death fills my nose
The list grows all enemies and foes
Ten fingers, two hand, unaccountable toes
I guess this is just how it goes... it goes...
Occasionally, I arouse an unaccountable dislike
Even from those who love me
I don't give any reasons, none at all.
Maybe that's a reason.
But then why don't I dislike them?
I have no desire for perfection at all
It might seem pretentious, but it's true.
I accept everything as it comes. This insidious advice
I heard from the Doors when I was a kid. A variation on the theme of time
And an echo of the end. Everything ends, and not according to a timetable
For there's no timetable, though someone sees it
And knows when my train is coming
But will I attend in time, depends on a happy occasion.
The train will take me to the plane.
I’ll make a change, to get to you.
Otherwise, there’s no me.
Maybe its for the better
No one will be troubled to notice
Such a subtle matter, as someone's absence.
Seems that I lost the thread of
What I was talking about. Nevermind.
Just take me as I am
You know me better than I know myself
Now I feel like a scallop on a scree, who lost the shell
Rescue me under your shade
Look at me with your loving look
That I know so exceedingly well
Give us a chance, while we are here
Who knows for how long this time.
A lover and a brother are heavy.
Recounting the contents of life is work.
A vessel holding unaccountable dust
may be volumes for a biographer’s notepad.
“I miss she real bad!”
Whittled words.
Ponderous, leaky expression
surrendered by gross vulnerability,
and maybe a short lexicon.
A lover and a brother
and their handheld tomb,
this wild man pair in tropical print-
cotton tops mirroring loopy island ladies
under pineapple/banana coronets-
standing shoeless upon burning shores,
bearing their dead love,
gone sooner than hope had promised...
fish feed in a jar.
"kamikaze"
Isn’t it odd
how you always gravitate back to me,
I circle your mind like a helicopter
you watch me
like a moth
attracted to flames,
lit in succulent tender air waves
the others will state their absolute grievances,
it’s a force majeure for preconceived
unaccountable and unavoidable catastrophes
but We,
persist, We,
kamikaze
all artificial
and unintelligent,
other side of the wall
reasoning
bows,
to Love,
always
Love,
gravitates,
persists,
calls us all in
just as debutantes,
there We are,
our insides shining out,
illogically
semi-public
so un-upperclassed,
We are, barefeet dancing
under eye-glass boiling,
serious insects
quartered illogically
'neath microscope petri'd
kamikaze
Love
calls Us all in
debutantes
illogically
troped
“Juliet is the Sun!”,
espouses Romeo;
little does he know,
She is more
than a
soft black-holed velvet galaxy
She's a
Universe, diamond sharp
turned inside out
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Sick and tired,
Of being separated from myself,
I need wholeness.
Too long.
Hurtful, embarrassing.
Unaccountable.
Burdened.
No longer joyful.
Baby steps with outstretched arms,
prepared to fall, furniture cruising.
First footstep on the line drawn sand.
It must be now.
There is always another party.
Not a wake, a celebration.
Take life in,
Find the different.
The bridge is burning.
Use what started the charring to dampen the flames.
Extinguish, watch the steam float. A phase transition.
She gives and loves.
Embrace her.
What do we get from battles and war,
Nothing, a no-win score
Causing war is a sin,
Not to be entered in,
Pain and suffering felt by all
Soldiers' backs against a wall
Where evil and corruption thrive
Struggling to stay alive
It was not in their life plan
To shoot or maim their fellow man
All aspects of life are lost
At an unaccountable cost.
All who live in the war zone
Feel devastated, lost alone
And those of us who are standing by
Unable to help but pray and cry
Needless the loss of kith and kin
What is there left to win?
Nothing because there will be nothing left
Both countries and man will become bereft,
Evil reigns, sad to say
Has this monster come to stay
Perhaps we all have much to learn
Before we see this Devil burn.
Up the shore the rhythmic tide strides.
Twice a day, the army marches in succumbing.
Then retreats, tail between its legs, discharging
Its grip and flooding embrace, releasing, disengaging,
It's ebb and flow, a never-ending sleep-breath sigh.
The tide's hidden master and conductor is the moon.
A general seldom seen leading the troops on the battlefield
Rending the tide as irresponsible, willful and unaccountable.
A creature wail-fully uncaring, inconsiderate, wayward in consequence.
In the woe betide comes, seeping into the castle moats and holes dug by kids
Flushing away the fun of seashore frolics,
dampening the joy and the shrill of beach laughter
reminding us that there has to be a morning after,
After the coming,
someone, not me
has to
clean up
the
mess
and ebb
to bed.
Expressions of my concerns for you, pulling you close to me but despite that you continue
to sleep on me from your journey of the unaccountable. A road to seek your individuality you often express, We took our
hands in sacrament we both said we do now
it seems you get so agitated and tell me you're
tired of this lifestyle.
Have you lost the faith you once possessed?
Am I a mind reader? You keep your frame of mind bottled up for whichever reasons today, yesterday, tomorrow you're persistently showing me your variants of your different faces and mental attitudes, No i'm not questioning myself, am I of dispossession of
you releasing your inner fears and tell me so
What I did do differently that I don't do now?
Lean towards me my child and these situations for I am the way, truth and light, I am
a trusting spirit and let no one take away your faith towards me.
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
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.
Traipsing o'er rare daffodil dawn,
Honeysuckle trails a passage forlorn,
Passionate filters pacified carnation yon,
Shelter rose prickly poised stem-filled thorn.
Blues hover facing angry clouds,
Sunrise sprung anew yellows brighten,
Sunset made reds to blazon shade crowds,
Grey dusk looms whilst a stripped eve heighten.
Clouds brim its sky, made for a naked night,
A veiled moon and outstretched curtains its stars,
A lane of lovers unmoved by heavenly displayed slight,
Tempestuous intensity stifled lips, a slide of hands in cars.
Tinge portrait anew day rises pastel undeniably grants,
Tone sketches advent blending brightness a welcomed orb,
Moods suave expounds harmoniously, proffers vivid a chance,
Splendor in the air unaccountable of yesterdusk, breaths absorb.
2019 October 16
What’s that? You want to fail at life you say?
Well my friend, I’ll teach you my ways!
You came to the right place, I dare say!
Because I fail at life everyday!
I’ll be your teacher and you’ll be my mentor.
I’ll show you all the things I’m unaccountable for.
Because that is the first thing you must know my dear pupil,
take no responsibility, blame everyone, it’s really quite simple.
The next step is extremely crucial,
you must focus on all the negative around you.
Ignore the positive, it means nothing.
You’re catching on I see! Let’s keep going!
The last lesson I need to teach is gratitude,
don’t feel it or show it, it’s all in the attitude.
It’s called Entitlement, act like you don’t care.
Perfect!! Hold it right there!
So that is the all the tools you need to succeed
Have fun failing at life, Godspeed!
No one is completely good
even a slightest bad lies with in self
that may be unaccountable
though one is compared with an elf
appreciate all for the good qualities
love and respect all with true heart
really all are helpless even somewhere indeed
never say anything bad of others keep apart
no bad vive will have any entry
if nothing said bad is seen as not sought
less hindrance will pave your way easy
ultimately good thought will be got
surely bad thought brings bad vive
though whatever they may be there
good thought comes from good thought only
with positive thoughts needs to take care
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)
Going against his own promises, Donald Trump's administration deported the first DREAMer we know of—someone with the legal right to live, work, and study in the United States under the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA) program. His name is Juan Manuel Montes.1
Will you join me by signing and sharing my petition demanding that Secretary of Homeland Security John Kelly take immediate action to return 23 year-old Juan to his family? Click here to sign the petition now.
Return Juan Manuel Montes to his home and family immediately.
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On February 17, Juan Manuel was walking to a taxi stand in his hometown in California when he was approached by border officials who asked for his papers. Though Juan Manuel was legally authorized to live and work in America through the DACA program, he was deported to Mexico just hours later.2
This is a direct consequence of Trump's mass deportation agenda and an unaccountable agency. Juan Manuel, who suffered a traumatic brain injury as a child and has a cognitive disability, must be reunited with his family in California as soon as possible.
Another Trump blunder
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