I
try to alight this raging camel while tossed and floored by vampires; this
metaphor for soul this pain in essence while one relishes in dispensing imbalance;
those cavelike passions this invisible world so cold so delighted and so naïve;
as a curious bastard child this one returned to sender where said sender was
ecstatic; those fluorescent screams this feral atmosphere so close but torn
apart; this love essence this menu where salad is simile for disarray; as cut
and abandoned thrown to sharks while devoured such rain this resurrection; such
epitome malice to arise and laugh where villains wait to grant a favor; this
aberration this filmed photographer while seeing-self delivered those wrathful
tears; it was life to read it, it was death to ingest it, where Love was
radical disappearance; this fruitless love this burdensome love while Love wants
death and dope and more to desire; those false ambiance or this hostage anarchy
while both assumed a casual antidote; those lost aphorisms this ape in black or
this penitentiary gorilla; to see with patience to adore despite complexion
while the mulatto too was a slave; to be raped and beaten, to be ravished from
family, while others say it was a good time: I beg to differ, while lost in
honesty, accursed for gunning back; those black axioms those white agendas
where most black men are dying for a white queendom; such reaching candor such
black psychology while we gravitate and fight towards something disdained; this
caste system this deep need while most desire unlimited access; such credence
and dynamite such love for Asians where it was hell to rid that damndest phantom;
so angered with self, this lightning from brains, where another appeared just
as seductive as pain; this designed venture, as nothing to chance, while most
fear a brilliant passion.
what to convince this
erratic universe such angst or power such sporadic alienation; to run from self
while haunted by mind where we adore what we hate; this desperate desire
to fit where others belong if but to hear: You’re a worthy person; such
deeper psychology where cleanness is a certain group and uncleanness belongs to
us; such ecliptic reasoning such coaxed history while it plays as ruling our
society; this land of deviance this pain in sociopaths or this danger in
psychopaths; this adverse language this adverse reality while manipulation has
become a collect caller; this deeper intrusion this mechanic at work or this
closet buried in dirty laundry; our phantoms with faces or this dearest
religiosity where in the name of God I have distressed miracles; our plaintiff
hearts our mis-fathomed positions while God meant for me to harm others; such a
rant, such forbidden address, while realizing I see something intimate; by a
white woman, where many were weary, our child and death and this animosity for plaids.
It
was mailed to pain, an unaddressed envelope, and it was perceived as anthrax;
our rich contention this field with scythes while bugs were buried in ancestry;
this rising grave this grim-reaper while many cold give a damn less; to imagine
arriving to put faith in a creature where said creature is bent to devastate
one’s existence; this trustless disaster those round-table laughs where Love is
feeling beautiful; so accursed but living or so vacuumed and soulless while
something nudges for a new adventure; this pause in daylight this agony is
deliverance where it takes pure pain to prevail; such mixed realities while
most deal differently where existence becomes something lucrative.
