In a Tangled Lit Cafe

"Mankind is well", I told myself….

 

Reins my life into waters rich as foam,

Gives abstract of reign to our granule spirits, 

Freedom to laws in essence

Yes! Mankind is fine. 

Colors our hungry plates with mantra, towers of salty mandalas, herbs of sage risen from community walls-

Lasting sight for blind-eyed men with the

Smell of  hard thunder galloping beneath their tongues

They set free the rougher scruffs of beard and coffee

Perfecting in a waitress's slang

No views to question

Dark and covered with a valance of fear

Scattering rooftops into wide temples of golden chestnut bark

Roots that swim in through the earth and sign free seas

I told myself these memories would all bring back the Anny dreams

They would sing the tundra fists of weathered howls,

Mankind...Yes

We will rise again…. I was beyond the certainty

Never a wanton pain in the lips of youth nor a blockage through tongues of stage in our golden cities, meandering stately toward the 

Acidic black cause of their river gullet;

 

Then it got colder

It became knuckle pried 

I began to feel the senses evade

Seeing worms on maggots

I had splinters, chips inside my wooden teeth; leaves like green aged spies And apple coined,

as we the people 

Amok in the 

soil of old bowels...

I looked into the valley of lines 

Into our kindness suspended 

Not by barbed hooks or feverish songs

But by truth

I was imbued 

In dangerous pain 

Awakened -

Alive and scattered inside a drunken country

Columbus slumped over its helm

The ship of horseman struggling 

Drowning below the galloping bay 

Tied to corals of death they spread feverishly skilled in 

Currents and clung to their journals 

Dripping with blood

I clung to only one option

One motherless starry mind

A fresh will to kill out these plagues

A key to a fourth dimension

Exponential-ized

A well of scarred shores where I begged to see that

Mankind was governed and ill...

We were deeply in need of some wind freeing lift 

Desperate limbs clamped in the jagged metal traps of our past 

Hands chopped off from the void and loaded future;

Sliding a scream of red bullets into my veins I was shrugging the vast peculiar reels of our own cloudy sins

The choice was to hold on in one mirror of stone, skipping across the universe

And it was Now

Reviews

[KWP]

wow - what a journey!
there is much in the words of this poem
one has to read it a few times
skipping across the entire universe and mankind as well

I think I am still taking it in ... :)

evolution will continue to flow, it is up to us to choose to have a positive impact on it ....

[Perdition]

That it is; without a doubt. You know, now that I have returned to this one I realize that I really do need to edit these older poems of mine. Thanks for the reminder and I will review your requests toot sweet, Thanks Aussie!

[KWP]

Yes & funny when i read some of my poems I feel the same way :) what is that quote ... 'An Artist's work is never quite finished.'

i really want to go back over all my poetry ... especially the stuff that makes me squirm when I read it .. haha ... and apply all the stuff that I have learnt along the way ... x

[Perdition]

That's my plan, edit all one thousand seven hundred million of them....sheesh!

[KWP]

sheesh ..... your journey will begin with a single step .. oh I mean poem x

[Alisa Js]

Happy March to you, my friend from across land and sea...

Sometimes change is quite scary and we human types find ourselves continuing old habits that no longer serve us, or anyone else for that matter. They are simply habits, familiar ways of doing things, comfortable in that dim witted way without real meaning.

Change on the other hand presents to us a new path, only if we are willing to take a step, that first step.

When we are our younger selves, the world of possibilities appears endless...

...are they now?

The possibilities or the endlessness????

Well done, you!

I trust you are warm and well.

Let's catch up soon, lots to share.

alisa ;-)

[Perdition]

"With a suitcase and a song ": ) Thanks H.....and NO I am not!..lol.