Tears streaming down
Rains soft token
Imagine how I was found
To have magic'ly woken
In the streets of
This rainy town
Peering up above
Knees on the ground
Passed by unseen
Or avoided
Where have I been?
Dreams distorted
The street noises
The smell of pain
And suffering
mingled voices
Polite and feign
Time stuttering
Unwilled choices
To keep living
To one day die
Still believing
Above the skies
Whilst all the while
Living lies
No one dies
No one dies
I hear the cries
They've made me wise
We'll do this again
When next we sleep
In the next rain
Our souls to reap
Craggy digits deftly scribble
Scrambled thoughts
Like snowfall on an unwilling canvas
Each unique - a crystalline flake
A random one, a memory, a pain.
Some things to remiss,
Yet forcefully pervasive.
Some wistful vain recollections.
Scattered shards, guilty
Hope? Faint. Unwilled, unwilling.
Lost faith
Life dotted with streaks of gray,
And darkness,
Uncontrolled.
And unexpected
Reminisce a wistful youth
An innocent time, lost.
An unwilling participant in this wheel
Conceived. Yes. Not willingly.
Headed towards an inevitable end
No control and no choice
In face, in genes, in race, in place,
Just a human-hopefully,
What was, what is, what will be
It always has been
It’s all the same,
Nothing new, nothing changes,
Exhausting..
what’s the point?
Recognising our stupor
in constant renewal within
holding us in hypnotic trance
as each thought train begins
Dream images self conjured
seemingly unwilled
how we respond therein
signals if attention be distilled
Likewise for the waking state
opting for a stillness continuum
yet when immersed in turbidity
begins to sway the pendulum
Trapped thus within the matrix
of illusions begetting delusion
prayerful resolve to stand erect
becomes an unending meditation
18-September-2020
I gave them names
when crosses died
Inserted praise
where ours stood
I chose their tales and raptured souls
And braised a sin
in toil for lost breath,
I matched those fables
to untold restrain
Relined the thoughts to rhythm
yet unwilled
I floated a grin
atop despair
I dragged a sight and restored
my will...
I staggered words
abreast of harm
Rejoined them true to wasted time
We sipped from chance's
rented guile
We called it back to slay the borrowed
us
Of sails and winds these waves shall stream
Of tales and souls our dreams shall weave
Inside the broken stilts we still
rely on prayer's woken guilt
The thoughts in my head driving me mad
I didn't want to go bad
Cant help but to be sad
No need for a dad who was just as bad
I need a way out without having to shout or pout
No where to hideout
Just want to blackout
Maybe then I can find a way to breakout
Until then I remain in a shadow of doubt
The pressure continues to build
Life unfulfilled time begins to still
While I was unwilled
No way to rebuild
Can no longer handle the torment
Tired of living in discontent
Never gave consent with intent
I was unable to prevent
Now there's nothing left but to repent
3/13/2017
SUFFER NOT
Suffer not o man she cried desperate for consolation
Compassion twisted and tore at her heart
but the world she knew was silent.
Painful sounds from death filled wars, would wound her more
than jagged poison tipped arrows that pierced much too deeply.
And yet she carried on in quiet song as the world she knew kept silent.
And if the dying weren't enough, the sight of bloated bellies
and distraught mothers and sacked villages laid bare
by the unwilled force of child soldiers, would crush her spirit.
How could the world she knew keep silent?
Thinking that God did not understand her despair
She wept with abeyant tears that could not flow
as the world she knew kept silent.
To live, to die in the soiled spattered flow of time
passing through, passing through
Is the secret so sublime? Cannot she grieve?
Then silence no more was heard.
Instead a curious word within emerged
from her meditation of life's graces
a Hebrew word "Bitachon"
What was not known in agonies
was revealed in her silence.
C.A.K. 1-9-201
When intellect, intelligence, genuis and smart; MEET dumbness, stupidity,ignorance, to start.
Conception takes place,
the pro-creation they make,
something,
someone,
simply plain.
When knowledge, talent, gifted, and skill; MEET unmotivated,devasted,degradated, unwilled.
Belief takes place,
the inception they make,
nothing,
no one,
CAN.
BE.
EVERYTHING.
Faith finds within her heart a windy sea,
A restless place of homeless, hopeless peace
In which there's neither passion nor release,
The changeless void whose changes never cease,
Having wrought this unwilled will to be.
black silk strands dance across my skin
and curtain her flawless face
smudgy desire lines her piercing eyes
as she moves toward a taste
her glance forms the unwilled
arching of my butterfly spine
liquid passion trickles down my thigh
sensation so divine
warm melting candy tongue
part her sculpted lips
love fangs peek out from a grin
before she takes a nip
flesh screams out with elation
to be her sultry bite
muscles quiver dripping sweat
before becoming tight
pink between my shaky legs
her mouth warmly tender
battle lost to unruly lust
a pink sugar surrender
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