I hawked
emotion, laced with feelings—I gazed afar: such visitation, such remarkable
thoughts, sharing is classical music.
It’s been years, at critical pursuits, while learning intricacies: those
silent puzzles, such unprofessed richness, at particular persons: our bodies
responding, our minds perusing, those unbeknownst caricatures: while Love
breathes, such tender essence, our paths shattered by circumstance: at seconds
with sentiments, at life with caution, while existence proves an irrational
element: those Lawry’s eyes, those garlic holograms, affected by many vampires:
to exist in shadows, where reality tugs gently, our souls leaping softly. I heard it yelling, this inheritance from
mother, our deeper nonchalance: at image families, disputing behavior, so close
to forfeiting life: blame it on God, blame it on happenstance, or blame it on
self: our core misfortunes, ignoring our audience, where some are quite
culpable: such musical chairs, insistent upon guidance, while disregarding assistance:
our terrible images; such ruthless protection; while humans are relocating
their determination. Kids are
becoming monsters—adolescents are doing time—where adults are up in arms: that
fair child, those fairer ideals, such intimate decisions—while tugging pirates,
at interior swords, where seeming cursed becomes an option: those webbish
thoughts, to seduce anger, where tyranny reigns in one’s life.
…wrongness is a stranger, for
one unlearned, while society watches closely: this interlocked profanity, to
need appreciation, while so dejected it seems impossible: our chains with
suggestions, our days with despair, our interiors possessing this need to
perish: this perfected cycle, this fulfilling prophecy, this vatic execution:
as rightness is foreign, this abstract anomaly, while society is watching: as
pointing harshly, this intimate law, where reality intrudes but humans retreat:
our lives in sin, this word for misbehavior, while many become too holy: this
need for worship, if but convergence, to have experience superseding embedded
habits: this transformation, this inner personJ, as one sees
differently: uprooted by powerful instincts, while disgusted by terrible
realities, where injuries are forgiven: (I fall to Pharisees, this man of
insights, this over-calculated Sadducee): a bit hard on self, this familiar
pattern, so embedded in a young child: this need for appreciation, this want
for proud tithing(s), this strong structure….
…something
sees us, this public audience, while perfect imagery is saluted: those deep
thoughts, this space with dregs, as distance becomes normality: while never a
chance, or needing reception, our literary introduction: for something sees us,
this interior machine, this living premise: as distant from behavior, this catastrophic
occurrence, while one is losing essence: as overwhelmed by pain, becoming
alienated internally, where reality seems skewed towards those different
people: our years at aimlessness, our tears dried in cement, our convergence
altering years of thought processes: this livid upheaval, this holy curse,
while initiation becomes over-possession: or lost to behaviors, while society
watches, while interior life haunts us….
…we’re
aware of rightness, for it plays out repeatedly, where something denigrates
those other people: this excuse for wrong natured behavior; or this realization
cementing such difficulty; as one inclined to perform according to rules: those
signposts, as determining right behaviors, while possibly a bit moody: this
remarkable offshoot, this other essence emerging, while understanding right
behavior: at times with goodness, at
times defensive, at times in accordance with a given consensus: (where we
question incorrigible, looking for source-identification, realizing our habits
are both taught and internal responses)….
