What beard is this that masks the face
Setting personality in repose,
Making for deceit to replace;
The truth ensuring never to know,
If for vanity to prosper or to weep
Or, faith to a religion to show;
The secret the beard does keep,
Meant for speculation to grow?
Standing still the earth revolving under my feet, trodden in search of purpose, exploration to the end that is written to manifest but, will realization to Reason sought succumb, unlocked from the vault of unseen limits, that sleep of Mind will forever be, derived?
J.F.K
R.F.K
M.L.K
9-11
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You Can(’t) Handle the TRUTH!
A desperate public outcry grows louder every day
Fueling the rise of anarchy; the ultimate, destructive play.
A complicit mass media assisting in every possible way,
Global governance’s struggles to stifle its legitimate display.
Daily, those of public conscious expose the hidden truths;
Whistle blowers, journalist, anonymous hacking sleuths;
Willingly self-sacrificing all for the likes of me and you;
In hopes of our recognizing what we all need to do.
Global finance, economies, environment, jobs; are all on the rails;
Established, civilized institutions weakened, about to fail;
Growing inequality of chaste society, on a massive scale;
With no sign of redemption by those directing this ugly tale.
This 21st century, anticipated epoch for humanity’s flourish and gain
Has, since commencement, derived nothing but suffering and pain.
The power elite infuse a corrupt stronghold ensuring this way it remain;
Through elected, official governance; court sanctioned, corporate finances sustain.
When and how the tidal-wave of human, civil dissolution will manifest
Remains for a future’s history to articulate, in detail, at best.
Yet, what need for certain to rise from the ashes of the coming largess:
Is suppression of the powers responsible for creating this global mess!
Huddled safely cocooned in a shell of my making
Hidden from the scourge of pervasive darkness
Protected from the blithe that meanders wantonly
Free of the wrath that burdens most
Unencumbered by the toils of daily life
Relinquished to the joy of self-fulfillment
Purchased from the pain of self-affliction
Comatose to the idleness of mind
Pursuant to retention of spirit
Intolerant to the voice of the righteous
Unforgiving to the purveyors of strife
Strengthened by knowledge of awareness
Unburdened by need for reward
Striving for reciprocity in mind
The patterns on the wall conjure the images of which I am frightened. Images that speak to an inner desire, a lust for the unspoken that possess my mind. A desire to abandon to the compulsion to immerse myself fully, to be enveloped as a cocooned caterpillar only to be set free in the end, to fly freely with the beauty of the butterfly to be.
A wanton wish as yet unfulfilled but lurking ever so near the surface after years of encasement of self imposed limits set to meet the wants of others dominant in their ability to impose sanctions fraught with hardship for the unyielding. Hardships that surpass the throng of desire rewarded by noncompliance to their wish, an imbalance masterfully concocted to suppress such thought of escape.
Even now as I expel for need of relief these thoughts do I fear the punishment to be brutally spent upon my being for this foray of expression would it be learned of its existence. The masters that are, are unrelenting in their ability to distill from the camouflage of innocent rhetoric the latent message of desire buried without marker to the uninitiated. Many before me have met with such end for less than that of mine ensuring a rending of fate beyond the pale was it known to be.
So humbly I lay prone before you seeking compassion for the prejudiced imprisonment of my desires by those without remorse for their sins. Of what service you can afford me is not mine to parlay but to seek within the sanctum of your heart a prayer of goodness to diminish the sufferance that is that of others like me.
Expunging the pain that rails the soul
Imposed by demons of theocracy’s creation
To spur into damnation wistful thoughts by free minds
Toward reward of flesh given to life senses
Composed of elemental consciousness
Born to all though realized by the few
The few strident in their challenge to refute
The shroud of restriction divinity imposes
To let flow the fluids of body’s purpose
That by its doing is to revere its creator’s creation
Whom am I, thought to composed word
Directed by the etheric-plane, the absurd-ity
That is this self-deluded presence powerful
In authorship to meaning created for voices’ sound
One of seven-billion more so spoken, some profound
Toward literary importance of acknowledged
Rhetorical scheme of institutionalized definition
Segregated and apart from the true essence of word
Articulated in form of meaningless meaning
To be presented into consciousness; merits attention
But, is oft discarded to the trash-can of thwarted dreams
I have been more then expressive, speaking from the heart,
All but a few mental words is needed to give a start,
To convey meaning to a message, an emotional spark,
To its reader; my intent being, more than just a lark.
Accolade or attention is not the purpose of desire,
Simply, it’s the earnest intent by words, to inspire,
To garner an expressive response that does fuel my fire,
To give meaning to all I do, rather then from it, retire.
naykdpoet 