The main purpose went wayward…again
Walls become solid cages
With no room for the wingspan
Assuming if the wings were still there
This “shire” is leaderless…
Tag Archives: Poetry
Plica Vocalis Retribution
They wanted the purest silence
24 karat taciturn acoustics
Whenever the “wrong” kind of male voice is spotted in earshot
Not a raised one or a defiant one
Just existing made them inflamed
Vying for the erasure for the crime of just being
Excuses compound together
Under the subterfuge of azure eyes
The extraction happened
No contract, warnings, or potions
Yet chaining the vocal cords
The desire to bring it back scorched brightly
Once the morales lower than Mariana’s Trench were in sight
Diving towards a thousand fathoms
Where no one can hear anyone scream
Vocal larceny was at it’s peak
And it was a challenge to get it back
How dare they rob the sound
Once the voice would be retrieved
Only a more aggressive homage to a devil ray mage crafted by the Rising Sun
Yet transplanted from a Nordic kingdom would suffice for them
The thievery guild will be repaid in kind
Forever the muted scourges
Writhing without sound
As bodies dissolve into foam
On the acidic ocean they created
Such retribution was a primal scream
When the thieves became infautated by their romance of one person’s silence
Awakened More Than I Wanted
So much was unearthed
The horrors of the world came to light
Freddie, Jason, Michael, all cowered with these revelations
Beheaded people in museums
Children’s bones used in universities without the parents’ consent
Denying the slaughtering of thousands
Were all put on display
Eyes were forced open in unexpected ways
As one couldn’t look away anymore
Reprogramming
Resetting imminent
Massive upgrades incoming
Purge toxicity
Obscured Atrocities
Sometimes I want to burn my diploma and degree
When the autodidact grabbed the driver seat
History was redacted and crossed out
Before excavating began
Gasps were emitted
When the bodies and blood were revealed
The horrors became more gross
As the tales came from my own home country
Tulsa, Rosewood, Natchez, and so many more
The brutality came to light without me being in a classroom
Mass murders and unfettered violence
As the perpetrators were never held to account
Worse yet, encouraged to inflict as much suffering as possible
The so-called third world jumps out of their collective seats
While telling this side of the hemisphere how they can’t talk
Prepare to stare at the kettle
See the planks through the blindfolds
These noses should be lowered
To smell the carnage that was once buried
As the innocents scream from beyond the afterlife
Critically Scared…
Bloodstained histories
Under threat of being blocked
By prejudiced hands
The Illusions That Exalt The Masses Vs. A Thousand Truths
Deception wore the most luxurious diadems
Filling echo chambers from coast to coast
Banging tunes with subterfuge for lyrics
CGI correction over atrocities assuming if there’s no pixelation in sight
Like a thousand flocks of ostriches
Heads depart into suburban dunes
Maybe that California girl was right about the world being chained
Tunnel vision in full effect
Walls emerge to block veritable light
Instead of LCD skies
Yet the cogs of the illusions keep turning
Through blissful inaction
…But I Know I Was Right
Gas lamps have been lit
Pointing and wagging fingers
Claiming observations and facts are erroneous
Always being told things were the opposite
Violating the brain in secret
Once the correct words came out
Faces begin to steam
Some were from phony friends
Fairweather attitudes were the aptitude for deception
All have forced me to craft a shield even when my correctness could pierce through armor of pyrite hues
Sometimes I’d rather be right especially when I KNOW I was right
The Cheddar Gorge Shattered Preconceptions
Somerset had the key that no one knew they needed
The reconstruction on seeing an origin
A genesis that would floor beliefs and prejudices
Gough’s Cave marked the spot
For the oldest remains of these isles
The reminders ebb and flow
A rising tide emerged
Which deflected all questionable and ulterior angles
Rising in both sides of the Atlantic
The rebuilding through science
Shattered the imagined ideals for those who think the country should be one way
Especially those who didn’t know the crown came from Wettin
And not from the Square Mile
Some originators came by surprise to shatter one’s worldview
From several millennia ago
The photo of the Cheddar Man is originally from the BBC.
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The world became under watch
When so many pretended to be appointed
From divine right
A fraction of them bathed in blissful ignorance
The frays in the cerebrum commenced
Such combating wasn’t of the physical realm
Lances of shame clashed at all hours
Before ad hominems and strawmen were frayed in the chainmail
Critical hits were imminent
Correction reversed into the masses
When feigning being right was considered being right
