to begin

This is from my book titled, 'Mystic Corners, and the Small Print World'.....copyright 1997

to begin....

 

yellow tirades escalate into excess, congregation of blaring trumpets,

playing the blues, as spirits linger lightly on the walls......

maxim of distance unending.

 

Nighttime meetings with madness, causing our great mother earth sadness,

believe what you want about our pretty little world,

sub-worlds inside........

for with this time i do declare a state of nothingness

and nonetheless accept your ridicule-

for scapegoats of divine intervention, made into a fake jewel;

duped once again by life's ultimate diversion-

that which causes shape.

 

Step out of the conservatively bound square, and reel through the air,

lose control against the life giving fire;

lose track, forget....

the lively darkness gives identity, that which is non-existant;

no name, no numbers

 

words evaporate as water in the hottest hell.

 

Spin furiously in the cool night breeze, find volcanoes of heat within,

as shadows shed light on self indulgence;

understand...comprehend....

ALL shall find disappointment in death.

 

No wind blows the same twice,

as churches mock the ground upon which they occupy-

insult after insult we inflict, without a second of remorse.

 

Beautiful prairies defy the human logic-

buildings, cars, smoke and smog......

this is our chosen course.

 

Deploy naughty thoughts into granted actions,

what am I?

whatever my mind desires, stir the coals of life,

make them burn higher....

 

trapped on this world. stuck in this room.

uncomfortable in these clothes. secure under these blankets.

willed into this skin.

 

Taught values discarded, fallacies now transparent.....

 

the natural course of nature has been disrupted;

prepare a statement in defense.

 

diversity's rare touch............bless me.

Reviews

[Lorraine]

While I honestly cannot follow with some of the lines (maybe because I have no idea what book you're referring to), I like the imagery you set in this poem. Your descriptions are strong and well-versed. This line, among others, greatly caught my attention: "words evaporate as water in the hottest hell". Good Poem.

Keep Writing. ^___^