hammer tongues clash at innocence

[mtmynd]

hammer tongues clash at innocence

marvel at the spectacle
life as we knew it
as we know it
as we've known it
the changes come
at times of astro-cycles
pedaling the skies
and erupting/disrupting
our fondness for the still..

the photographs hung in sequences
across the pale white walls
of our memories.... change!
to the deliverance set
before our hungry palates
harken upon the discovery
that we as us are but
cosmic dust inlayed with
tattooed consciousness
that speaks of eternity
in three-three syllables
constituting godless gossip
whose words travail the ethers
set aflame by bombs of ignorance
triggered by madmen out for justice
defined by their own tongues
flapping in the vacuum of brevity
timed out from the punchbowl
overflowing with juices squeezed
fresh from the limestone grave markers
of foreign insolences against our egos.

trip the dark fandango
and let the fingers prowl
across the broken carcasses
that belie our intuitiveness
and strike a match in disaccord
with the damning quality of solace.

the borders have dissolved
and the immigrants have
rebelled against the status quo
that gave you the balls to roll
the weapons of destruction
into fine-tuned accurate death -
squadrons of hornets released
from their nests floating in
flotillas of white tortillas
soaked by the nausea inflicted
sickness of rotating wars
one after another... a mere
display of hardened masculinity
unleashing its white jesus come
upon the avenged and deprived.

holy eagles in search of prey
to stalk for gluttonous desire
the world is safe from freedom


cecil - 2001

[judih]

yah!

so many great lines in this!
yeah, yeah!
(am i babbling?)
like
flotillas of tortillas (white)
flapping in the vacuum of brevity...
and
marvel at the spectacle

i like this, cecil

[mtmynd]

thank you, my friend, for your reply on this resurrected piece from, what?, 12 years ago. where has time gone, so rapidly it accelerates with each passing day...

[the mingo]

i think judih said it all so I'm just gonna leave ya a

[Arcadia]

bravo, Cecil!!! : at times to marvel seems imposible but everything changes! gracias for the poem!

[mtmynd]

Muchas gracias to you, El Mingo and Arcadia... nice seeing you about.

[sweetwater]

said the existentialist ...

great poem

though i prefer the tattoos of cosmic dust
as creationist theory

and meaning derived
in the act of discovery