Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Fraudulence

Stereotypical archetypes manufacture,
absurdities over tiresome melodies.
Superfluous drumbeats,
Constantly off-key;
The dried skin on the bongo is stretched too thin.


The dishwasher’s opera;
Featured on a socialist stage;
Sponsored by the youngest marketeer in company history;
Old stage hands are outsourced,
They are too aged for the use of hipsters.


Censored and muted,

Clerical prudes sexualize trite normality.
Paradoxically,

they ignore that non-authoritative rebellion itself,
arouses childish spirits;


In their mission to shame,
righteousness effectively bands together outcasts,
In shame they find their brotherhood.
Perhaps ulterior methods,
Necessities for hypnotizing the seated masses,
Are in order.


Tongues wag through polluted air,
Splitting body and lust,
Atomizing restraint,
Propagating animalistic regression,
Touching irrationality,
Emboldening the slumbering spirit;
Though time and choice are appreciable concepts,
But rarely appreciated.


Unsatisfactorily bathed in contentment,
The boogyman looms undeterred;
The town crier sings the praise of this Minotaur.
Fictitious, but not quite,
reasoned by metaphysics conceived in quackery.
Fables and their nightmarish parables,
Underworlds strangely resurrect themselves.


The Seductive temptation to empathize,
To make poverty rule wealth,

which form...?
That is a matter of continuous debate;
The lack of initiative, however, is conspicuously apparent;
Classical rebellion for its own sake,
Predictable, like a sunrise or adolescent impudence.


Why ask questions we wish to ignore?

10 Comments:

Anonymous The Goddess said...

Thanks for coming by for a visit. You're always welcome. I'll be sure to stop by as well. Have a good one.

7:27 PM, May 16, 2006  
Blogger Dottor K said...

I must admit I'm not very much into American Modern Poetry but I find your poems frankly quite terrible.....
And I'm perfectly aware that the problem could just be me considering how many bloggers sing your praises.
But I do admire you perseverance.
Seriously. :-)

3:05 AM, May 17, 2006  
Blogger Oº°‘¨t®ãg‘°ºO said...

I have to say that really speaks to me. You're a great writer as well as expressionist. Keep typin!

9:35 AM, May 17, 2006  
Blogger Just Some Gal said...

Superfluous drumbeats,
Constantly off-key;
The dried skin on the bongo is stretched too thin.


Such is my life.

2:32 PM, May 17, 2006  
Blogger Lisa said...

I'm struggling to understand half of that, but only because I don't have a mind that can deal with poetic verse. And as the mother of a drummer...I don't find any beats superfluous lol

"Why ask questions we wish to ignore?" If we wish to ignore them, I guess you're saying that we don't want to hear the answer...which would mean to me...that the answer is not of our liking. But, if you don't ask the question, you can assume too much...I prefer to know for sure.

Thanks for stopping by, you're welcome anytime :)

8:24 PM, May 17, 2006  
Blogger alice said...

h r u?

came to wish u a great weekend

how is the weather over there?

takecare ;)

alice

12:20 PM, May 19, 2006  
Blogger alice said...

agradeço a tua visita e as tuas palavras

posso saber quem é a tua tia?

obrigada desde já

beijinhos,

alice

3:35 PM, May 28, 2006  
Blogger defiant goddess said...

Well done.

8:33 AM, May 31, 2006  
Blogger MyUtopia said...

Cool!

11:03 AM, May 31, 2006  
Blogger lady in satin said...

this is deep. I like it alot!

7:02 PM, June 30, 2006  

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