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Showing posts with label Desperate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Desperate. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Desperate


Desperately searching for identity, masking
Bland affectations

The need for acceptance
To be perceived as one of the tribe, belonging

Pulling together for egoistic safety
United by fear

We dim the flame that
Sheds a light on difference, inequality

Incongruities, we suffer the scrutiny
Of our peers and by

Sufferance we give-up
Our secrets, our private selves to the common wheel

For the common good, we open our wounds and bleed
Exposing our pains

I kept to my-self
Diffident and distant, rebellious and free

In solitude, I reflected on my movement, watched
It transformation

All our symbols turned
Into icons of fashion, desperately searching

For truth and identity, assimilation
Cool affectation

Tribalism and safety, satisfaction
Blind quiescence


Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Cult

The world is full of rage and violence
Children of the first world sleep, and dream
Lazily, as untroubled as the lotus eaters, lost
Victims slumbering like Circe’s swine, fat
Fed and herded by their glowing screens
In quiet anonymity, to the digital slaughter
The abandon of youth, bucolic and confused
They attend the altars, sleep in high places
            On beds in the ether

This tortured world is angry, desperate
Its children consumed by a relentless hunger
Six billion bodies, in a sacrifice of blood
The howling wind cuts at their flesh, bones
As ancient travesties play out again, again
On the hot-dry earth, thirsty for their pain
Never sated, mother goddess, she-wolf
Nursemaid to Romulus, to murdered Remus
             Wailing like a banshee
             
The hearts of the innocent, devoured
Ravaged in the floating world, sold
Cycles of guilt and atonement, liars
Seize on the living like birds of prey
The priesthood is a brood of raptors
Taking lives, twisting minds, thieves
Hustlers, playing at a shell game, wagering
With the all-seeing, knowing, listening

God-thing in their hand

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Broken Hearted

The failure of beauty
Gaze at the jagged surface
The faded mirror

Pale as death, ruined
Capture the ragged image
In the mirrored shard

The broken heart flows
Seeping over silvered glass
Clotting in shadows

I will not cry out
I will not abandon hope
Cling to broken flesh

There is no exit
My dreams, they will devour me
Love’s dedication

Pierced in the deep gloom
Rising with gleeful spirits
The ghosts I sleep with

The starless abyss
The futility of love
I will not shun it

Loving honors me
The gift of noble purpose
It is not commerce

Desperate to be touched
The embrace of hope and peace
The sun’s countenance