Archive for December 4th, 2006

Fizzle

Published by Yuletide on December 4, 2006 in Poetry and Writings. 0 Comments
Fizzle

One moment you’re aflame and then the next,
As behind clouds the sun will sometimes slip,
The winds have changed, set fire to the nest;
A hand grenade becomes my clever quip.
Self sabotage towards ends I can’t imagine;
Perhaps some strange and tragic feat of ego.
What of this irony that snuffs out Passion?
What God of suicidal undertow?
Now no amount of dexterous cavitations
Can slay this summoned golem of the sheets—
It must be valiant reconciliation
Whose effort may this struggling arc complete.
Wherefore this agent of absurdity—
That most interested of parties,
                                                Me?

[18 October 2006]

Learning’s Irony

Published by Yuletide on December 4, 2006 in Poetry and Writings. 0 Comments
Learning’s Irony

He dons his plate-mail, sword and mounts his steed;
Towards battle rides with grim-set eyes ablaze.
‘Tis time for learning to commence, yet not
Without the pain of blood lost to the grail.

How much pain in learning’s name imposed
(By saboteurs of self-protection’s kind)
Before those learned things fall short
And never can quite pacify the hell
Of life in educated misery. [4 October 2006]

Muted Tones

Published by Yuletide on December 4, 2006 in Poetry and Writings. 0 Comments
Sometimes Muted Tones are nice.
Almost the opposite
of the blaring,
“I don’t trust you
enough to let you find me
on your own
So I’m going to screech”
-colors.
Muted colors
carry a subtlety their
more saturated companions
will never know.
You want a white that looks white, but
doesn’t really feel white;
You want the cleanliness, but not
the oppressive starkness
of a sanitary ward.
Elegance, simplicity
in light.
Muted light. [16 November 2006]
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How Was I To Know?

Published by Yuletide on December 4, 2006 in Poetry and Writings. 0 Comments

Out from the womb it crawled, unaided
And unrestrained—
To wreak havoc within the people.

How was I to know?
I merely channeled this enigma, from that
Vacuum of neuron-frenzied space
Into this world of now-false utopias.

Now the world can see
The true potential of humankind—
To completely and utterly destroy and
defile all it knows.

The killing and raping of humanity by its own—
All in the harsh glow of this,
My life work;
That which has consumed its creator;
A masterpiece.

[1 November 2006]

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