Ambiguous Domestic Abuse.
The hall mirror, has gone.
It was my cage door!
My daily changing reflection
side glanced swift as
an un-robed ghost i begin again,
last step stairs sitting,
stareing unblinked, eyeliner floods
cloud my slited vision, blurred
and faint pulsed, but no pain.
Stagnant the visionless mourning morning
it does not move, and
if you are awake, neither do I,
Beyond the gapeing splintered
front door, lies a tiny piece of
what could be, for me.
Betrayed in public, by two running colours
The hall mirror, has gone.
It was my cage door!
My daily changing reflection
side glanced swift as
an un-robed ghost i begin again,
last stairs step sitting,
stareing unblinked, eyeliner floods
cloud my slited vision, blurred
and faint pulsed, but no pain.
Stagnant the visionless mourning morning
it does not move, and
if you are awake, neither do I,
Beyond the gapeing splintered
front door, lies a tiny piece of
what could be, for me.
Betrayed in public, by two running colours.
I am a Wandering bird
with broken wings
looking for true love again
I have flaws
my eyes are weary
sleepless
dreamless
visionless
my tears are lost
drained
dried
my words are ransacked
speechless
empty
my body is battered
bruised
wounded
and mutilated
my soul is shattered
scarred
and broken
I am a walking pain
shapeless
odorless
non-infectious
unfelt
unseen
untouchable
cause soul and pain are my guardians
I am a wandering bird
with half body
but whole soul
will you accept me?
the way I am.
Annie Lander
I never took notice of
Aunt Jemima photo as exploitation
Nothing racial or stereo types (did you)?
All I remember was the sticky bottle
on our kitchen table, next to a stack
a sack of pancakes or bakes :
I wonder who going to take her place
Would it be Rachel Ray, or the pioneer woman?
Black lives matters movement
is cleaning house of justice
and the rats behind the walls is surfacing:
Would poems about Negros race be erasing?
The things we fear most will come upon ya!
Are we making appointment with another riots-- plus death?
Have we any ideas who is attacking our souls
It's like what the Spanish proverb says –
**"Drink nothing without seeing it; Sign nothing without reading it." Quote :**
When words go blind
Tracing one ideas
Would be so hard to recalled
Through darkness one will fumble
Leaving a life of consequences
Visionless:
we cannot save them from the angry wind
I shall not envy the upstart's polished gait,
Or wish myself as old knights in diamonds
Hued to bamboozle familiar souls and eye,
Flattered by aping pals and ersatz blondes.
For swanky gait soon in quiet slumbers lies
In darkest gloom beyond men's urging eyes;
Where kowtowing lip trills no ego-oiling tune
To laud vain legs that all wise sense impugn.
Since old knights and their fabled crystals fall
Into gloomy abysms past all plagiarized cheer,
And their wide glows sheer shifting dreams be;
Which deft poet thereon docks his sailing soul?
As for manipulable eyes and souls of fan-stars,
And idol blondes cued to flatter clumsy knights;
Are not both simple wit and truth strictly averse
To all such visionless ego-trip and short-sights?
Give upstart parvenus and 'knights' whole pomp,
I'll claim the simple logic they so mulishly tromp!
Immorality conquered the mind of youth
Devil in disguise they called it fun
God's word and devotees consider boring
Motivation from insanity
A generation living on the knife-edge of reality and a twisted fantasy
Choosing visionless minds their leaders
Brainwashed by a society of advertent incorrectness
*********** an entertainment for teenagers
Prison the home of future leaders
Drug abuse and illicit sex the prerequisite for street credibility
Talents and creative minds extinct by narcotic
Non-inspirational music of crime and violence surmount the beauty of poetry
Curse by Freedom and Human Rights
Immorality conveyed the acme of youthfulness
Invading and subjugating the moralization creed
Hopeful voices of effulgence nonviable
Gone is the doctrine of life
Terrorism a religion and sapless words an ism
Where are the minds of enlightenment
A sad day for mother Earth
Her most precious jade gone rogue
There's no safety in her sphere
Animal species on the brink of defunctness
Great invention (nuclear weapons) made for the human race
God's creation happily worship idols
Life a prison
Typification of the devil like a threads in a suit
Age of the living is made of what
Nothing but a few biological numbers
The count of destined steps from the start
To unknown destination nobody knows where.
The toil of journey reflects clear
The body takes the brunt of the years
The feelings cocooned in the inner sphere
Like to remain untouched by the time’s flares.
A young mind under wrinkled skin
Like the sweetness of the fruit ripe already
Would have the mute desire to reach and win
The youthful heart residing within un-aged body.
If in the same rhythm two hearts beat
For them time would stop to make any sense
Past forgotten, in present two souls would meet
For Cupid’s arrow the notion of age has no credence.
Rising from depth of ageless emotion
Spreading like waters of the flooding river
Love assumes a visionless heavenly dimension
In a delightful flower blooming with Platonic fervor.
December 6, 2017.
Blind to the dark
circles full moon
watches in orbit
Aimless rotation
choice or direction
revolves around pattern
Leathery wings
visionless radar
faceless intuition
Howls in a distant
barbarian expanse
alert olive eyes
Kindly conjunction
shared perception
silent awareness
***
Triversen,
June 10, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Blind to reality beyond close surroundings
the servants of focus, no task to assign
agents of creativity align in the shelter of idleness
then grind the stones leading to the top
acting so foolish and unkind to self
condemning an unproductive mind to full blown darkness
with immediate remedy, difficult to find.
There’s hope if this situation is benign
just change all the signs my friend
and for once nurture a vision.
I Guess God Comes Cheap
I saw His portrait at a sale down the road.
Held up by a tree and a nail.
I bought God for $3.95. Having a 5, I paid a little extra.
Paid more for God.
I wanted Him and hung Him up.
I saw Him again at the .99 store
on a wire hook by the Ivory soap.
Jesus Soap On a Rope
I laughed out loud, Wash Away Your Sins With Jesus.
Washing soles, washing souls
I bought 12.
12 disciples to give, bearing Christmas gifts.
I saw Him a third time
with a blind man on the street.
He was selling pencils with Jesus’ face in neon green.
He had a card attached
teaching you how to read when you can’t see.
He wanted 4 bucks. Gathering change from pockets, I only had 3.
I asked him for a break.
Looking with his visionless eyes
he said, “Son, there’s no bargaining with God”
Embarrassed, I shrugged, turned away from him, from them.
He touched my shoulder, “For you, it’s free. He paid the price.”
I didn’t want to take it. I hadn’t paid.
I walked away, feeling the cool of my silver coins dropping into my pocket.
Not able to let go of my Day-glow Jesus.
As I dared into the sea,
The sand vanished below my feet.
And as I swam further and more,
And got far away from the shore.
I could see nothing but water all around,
Endless, pure and crystal clear to joys abound.
Directionless in expanse as I went,
A shift from exhileration to exhaustion.
There came a moment when I lost my breath,
And partook salty delight into my lungs.
Speechless, thoughtless, visionless as I descended,
Effortless deep down and down into the sea.
Utter calmness where all sea turbulence ends,
Is the Heart of the sea where my immortal soul rests!!
Our Land used to be peaceful and fertile
Then was our flag rich in white and yoked in green
Thus did the Bees play with the Cows without stings
Like brothers would their sisters without strings
and soaked our children with milk and honey
Our People used to be lovely and warm
Young men and women moved freely with uncovered danglers
We were naked but not nude nor ashamed
Though unrefined yet not rude nor untamed
Moderately burdened by the bliss of our ignorance
Then came the white men
We tasted of their Eden fruit and our eyes opened
Alas, we saw the greener lawn on the other side
Little by little loyalty began to drift and slide
We drove them away too early out of greed
So, your fathers arose to save the day
Here we are worse off than when we first began
They being keen to lead and impatient to learn
Determined to achieve the lusts they yearn
set on a senseless sail amidst the fog
Our land is now loathsome and sterile
Playgrounds invaded by mosquitoes and church rats
daily drowning our children in their pool of blood
A body’s priceless price for a visionless head
Take this message to your fathers that I said
They've spoilt everything.
Just one look.
Transparent,
is what you see.
A visionless visionary
with numerous, countless dreams.
That is who I am,
what I am,
I can only be me!!!
Even if the rest of the world,
doesn't believe,
or simply cannot see.
Though I was child,
Yet had no fears,
Soon I grew adult,
Heart busted into tears.
Restless sleep, painful dreams
Always keeping up brew,
Malignant desires knocked at
Brain, to be practically true.
I wish me humble aged!
When lesser power avoids violence,
It is best age for rest,
As goes bald every sense,
Bloody youth is an evil abode,
So I loath my youth.
Wish shaky Skeleton groggy legs,
Even mouth having no tooth,
How a wonderful bed will be,
Quite silent and quadruped ,
Lucky person is might full,
Of dusty pillow under head.
Face covered in white lash.
Visionless eyes behind spectacles.
Ramshackle hand counting bead.
"Burden" other hand crook tackles.
For righteous and crafty,
Old is heaven and hell.
It is a life result,
Quite impossible to repel.
I will anxiously wait,
For taking last bath,
Will be embalmed in soil,
New destination, new path.
zaeem yousaf