My lips cradle your forgotten reliquaries.
I am dissatisfied with my meager existence,
with the unquenchable depths that are my fears.
So senseless, these stories with their grievous outcomes.
My senses are addictions, they shovel in horror after horror,
at least my brain is given to such ornery interpretations.
I hate my brain, how weak and sickly a thing, a brain.
I am polluted, sacred still, but markedly polluted
and I think that I should suffocate
if not for the occasional bout of laughter.
–
What reason have I to laugh
what reason could I possibly need?
I don’t like people in a collective sense.
We are an insatiable wake, always seeking
a definition that excuses our personal excesses
and prohibits the prosperity of others.
We envy everything, even the deficits,
even the illnesses of others because those scars
could be used to claim some benefit
for which we are not eligible given our fortune.
–
We are cruel to one another because in others
we assign our motives and in others we see
that which we find lacking in ourselves.
Beneath our frightful costumes
there is a child hurting,
an innocence indelible
and if we could only forgive
we’d see that we too are substantial.
–
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/02/26/music-prompt-31-i-cant-escape-myself-by-the-sound/
What can change the nature of a man?
My nature is not receptive to fame
For it impinges upon a need
Far more persuasive than praise
The need to create in solitude
Under the syncopated directives
Of a diabolically reticent heart
*
I have no interest in wealth
For within its ornate trappings
I would likely find ingratitude
Death would thrust his bony fingers
Between my ribs and arrest all pursuit
Being idle, the Devil would surely
Shrink my hands into obdurate fists
Better to earn than to expect
*
I will not deny love
For love is indeed worth sacrifice
But if by another’s insistence
I did change, resentment would
Arise and with it suspicion
Why am I not good enough?
What credentials have you
To determine my life
When we can not
The same destiny possess?
*
My moods are capricious
And easily spent
I have a cache of masks and scripts
That I might,
A seemingly different man make
In truth each role
Is but another incarnation
Of a self-serving orchestrator (ego)
For on the stage
I only partially exist
*
The soul
In heaven’s image remains
It is the ego
That through acceptance
One may change
Create not harems
Of delusion or avarice
Create not prisons
Of preference or prejudice,
Regard only what is
That you may express
Unobstructed
The divinity within
*
This is my response to Sunday’s prompt which is: “What can change the nature of a man?”
Morality Haiku
Tyrant
Ambitions misplaced
His stone dragon eyes pursue
Only destruction
=
Devil
Seething anthracite,
Netherworld conduits, his eyes
Possess and consume
=
Crooked smile groping
For souls, his tongue could strip
The flesh off a lemon
Original Sin
Lured astray to feed
Of his polymorphous fruit
Remorseful lips sour
Contrition
Lashes drawn like blinds
Palms pressed, speak sincerely and
You will be forgiven
=
Makoto no kokoro
Truth exists within.
Ethics based on awareness
Of heart, do not stray
=
Man is not wicked
By design, rooted in love
All hearts are divine
=
(the last 3 represent my own moral leanings)
Submission for
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