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Solitary, Confinement

February 4, 2011

Virtuous rays of sun

invade the modest passages of my barred window

They remind me of a world too frightful to explore

yet they embrace me with their gentle and careless warmth

 

I rise from the filthy stones of my prison

and imbibe a rare moment of cherished joy

In that lie that she rises and radiates for me

while knowing that I am not even worthy of disdain

 

Alienation is the fortune of the faced

coveted by the faceless, helpless in obtaining even hatred

For hatred begs acknowledgment

an asset pertaining only to the living

 

And the faceless yearn only to live, caring not for the means

The Lord is a Man of War

January 27, 2011

And as creatures made in His image, we are all men of war.

Slots

September 25, 2010

Words and faces click into place there

are instants of magic in which we

hear and see a smooth transition of a glove

turning into a gloved

hand

Ennui is smoke and mirrors

the machine has many shapes and it will toil

until you match it with its singular lever

the lever is life in entirety

and every lock has its key

we gnash our teeth at the wrong messages

but we dwell on only for the offchance

that we may sample the bittersweet moment

of slots meeting, perfectly, their furious counterparts.

Glimpse

September 12, 2010

I get

Only a very brief view

of the universe

It is still fascinating.

My Secret Room

September 9, 2010

Navigating through sullen highways

I see that everything I use

is stolen and

even I am not my own

My route is uncannily familiar

I neglect the laws of traffic

in my flight, I render not unto Caesar

in my flight, that blessed anonymous chamber

exceeds in import all my empathies

I arrive in terror, stairs spiraling, roofs become floors, floors become doors,

and doors – darkness

It is my room, a sanctuary I have frequented often in escape

There are doors on every side, traps leading to other souls

But this room is a secret I keep

In reciprocation

And there are things upon this here table

that I could take with me.

Lines of Sight

August 19, 2010

Those are shapes that carry your worth

that revere you with design

and yet

so many, in their haste,

scuttle to impure qualia in ignorance

and crash and burn in passion

for unattainble works of art

Ripe, moist, rupturing pieces

of art

all of you, each

make demands on such pains

But I am a swift taster, I climax promptly

and immediately spit you out in ennui

If only I had the brush to draw you

where I could taste you with clenched fists

and bid you adieu,

mollified by transient ecstasy.

Engaged

August 13, 2010

The finest endeavors rivet me

almost stationary

Where I occupy there may be courts and yards

halls vast and looming

But I am held delineating a humble planet

inhabited by a concerned mind, several limbs and a varying degree

of passion.

Humble me, nature

I grow complacent grasping tiny atoms of you

Yet, drive me,

the distance between us dismembers any zeal

I may have begot in ignorance.

Conditioning – draft

August 12, 2010

Given is the night

Taken is our mirth

That we contrive light

And imbibe pleasing poisons

with clenched teeth

Swirls and kinks etch

our wizened ground and critters

that crawl and feed

In despair we reemerge arrogant

we steal to gain, we subsist on depletion

Now one deficit breeds another

that feeds on our longevity

That we may conspire to shape the air

so winded, we pound harder

until nature routs.

**

May be discarded –  a bit half-hearted that was.

Cleaved*

July 30, 2010

Many species hunger for our bond

they dance in the space  between us,

they pivot around our crystal shape

with ravenous delight

So energy departs from energy into chaos once more

and to the endless reservoir of loneliness ever again we pour

I swerve into the distance, a nameless component of a molecule doomed

Reflecting on our inception and of the connection now entombed

*Think of chemical bonds and their sad, inevitable destiny

A Snuffed Candle

March 7, 2010

At the conclusion of a tremendous effort
in which you install wax with hope
and emblaze the wick with the truest of intentions

A candle is lit to be seen
but I did not prepare it so that I may see

yet I sit in a desolate room
the candle, for it, is now snuffed.