so pure in silence faced by fascists or
destroyed by obligations. such brave arcs such raiding voltage or confined to
inadequacy. bestowed a legacy while torn by in-between where reality is
vicious. stars sullen into midnight or agitators joining the crowd while we
need blacks found guilty. such elemental frustration such guillotine sociality
where most have become psychopaths: the unfeeling conscience, the charming
manipulator, the indifferent controller. by magic to break freedom to crack her
shell to become a walnut. granny would giggle, while room was empty, to encourage
a feeling of The Ghost.
Greco-insanity
or African essence where rules appear in shadows—an afterthought or their
aftermath while a man was furious. such optic caves to demand clarity while
political speech has become audible. such hertz this one woman so sweet into my
demise. so rapt in healing while facing my music where a man can’t become
perfect. the grackle inside those songbirds those eyes while Sun Lake is
devastated: such compassionate militants, such militia madness, or caved over
someone’s saxophone. mother would abhor father, granny might ask questions, but
the sun isn’t innocent. it watches with indifference, it reigns over all
parties, it croons to violence alike!
we
edit ourselves we become syllables we study articulation. I flit a volt into
darkness where crows dined at my windowsill. so fraught by America as never the
old man while history is on freeze screen. so suffused while it’s my part for
blessed a particular art-fire.
by
cryptic beginnings or an abstract middle to str8 fierce clarity. as a woman
might like a man if but by electricity where one breaks the unspoken promise:
to never hurt me, to adore our agreement, where one was overdoing her
excellence. the puce chimney those russet skies while silence started to suffocate.
a bit of medicine while still edged where a woman said, “You must tell your
story.”
(I
must admit imageries or love for lakes or oranges or mother’s daughter!)
too
much zeal or too little concern while elders take it in essence. the black
beauty those raving charms to have died so quickly. at life with auction or
speaking profanity where they ignore charges. such mystic reasoning such pathos
or so consumed liquor is a man’s closest enemy. remembering Lazarus, those
extra days, in order to prove an Almighty Palm. such treasures the flares. such
lucent hostility. while seeing one becomes confrontation!
