the brown bag prophet
was reading
a book
about freedom
when
he stopped me
and said
freedom
is dependent
upon
wealth
the richer
you are
the
longer
the leash
you have
to wander
away from
the elected
police state’s
junkyard
hell
if you’ve
enough money
you
get to be
a range free individual
giving only
token
compliance
to
societal
and
governmental rules
but
most folks
ain’t got
that
kind of money
so
they stay
tethered
held in place
for
their entire life
oh
some people
get
to have
the equivalent
of
dog runs
letting them
think they’re enjoying
freedom
but
those dog runs
merely
simulate
freedom
cuz’
there’s a fine mesh
of
policies and procedures
to deter
their rights
deterrents
always
presented
as
for their protection
from
those vicious
colored
junkyard dogs
but
the fact is
freedom’s
an
illusion
for
most folks
a compromising
ignis fatuus
i stared into the heavens
turning away from you
denying even one last photo
you need not capture
something
that you never had
i have always been an illusion
a desire without a face
a body to lie next to
comforting you in your nightmares
guiding you out of the darkness
into what you believed was the light
from some soul saving chapel window
pretending it was god’s
blessing of how you lived
but what of my needs
did you hear my tears
splashing against the darkness of my fears
or did you just feel
my body’s warmth
an old comforter
from your mother’s hope chest
to be tossed on
when you felt cold
but what of my winter nights
when were you going to stoke
the fires of passion
and cover me
with as much love
as i’ve given to you
when were you
going to
give
Over the course of the last eight days , Jade and I have had a challenge …the whole idea behind it was to send a picture ( in this case by Vlad) to the other as inspiration (to the visual muse), and the other had to write a poem inspired by the image. Please take a look at how Jade has responded to my last challenge photograph on her site. This for me has been a wonderful experience… Jade and Vlad have provided my muse with such joy and they have even inspired several love poems….with any luck at all we shall renew this challenge at some point in the future and I will once again be forced to write a love poem. To my dearest Jade and Vlad…thank you for all the gifts you have given to me.
i am here
just below those
fragmented pieces of colored glass
an illusion
perhaps
just a
shadow
but
can you see my bones
a spirit without form
but with substance
not to be touched
or prayed to
an angel
a demon
choose
as you must
but i am here
and unlike your
windows of belief
i see what you do
i follow you through the day
and see how words in the glow of god
fade in the light of day
for years
those petrified saints of glass
have looked down upon you
watching you inside on your knees
proclaiming your faith
rendering your thirty pieces of silver
but i
i move in the shadows outside
beneath the lies you tell
i’m the reflected colored light
in a night’s bed of passion
winking at you
before you crawl home
to a cold dinner
of yesterday’s hope
i am the cold touch
as you fall asleep
and the sharp pain
that you feel
as you
awake
This is the fifth part of a series of poetry challenges between Jade (http://jadepaloma.wordpress.com/) and me. The whole idea behind it is to send a picture ( in this case by Vlad) to the other as inspiration (or visual muse, if you want to), and the other has to write a poem inspired by the image. Visit her site to see how she has responded to m third challenge photograph on her site.
you love me
you love me not
you see me not
you see me
i am here
i am not
i am pain
i am joy
i’m saving your world
i’m destroying your very soul
you’re my nightmare and despair
you’re my only saving grace and joy
i am the soft touch of love
i am the anger of the ages
i shall die today
i shall live forever
i am real
i am illusion
i am pure sin
my blood is pure
doctors say
bipolar
i say
living
hell
This is the third part of a series of poetry challenges between Jade (http://jadepaloma.wordpress.com/) and me. The whole idea behind it is to send a picture ( in this case by Vlad) to the other as inspiration (or visual muse, if you want to), and the other has to write a poem inspired by the image. Visit her site to see how she has responded to my second challenge photograph on her site.
the greatest illusion
is that tomorrow
is assured
talking heads
and
headless voices
market this belief
like selling candy bars
with or without almonds
to everyone who will
watch
or
listen
to sugary visions of
no interest
for two years
or
low down payments
for the life of the loan
but loans
don’t have a life
so guess what
you’re on your own
Read Between the Minds 