RAVE- Wilde Amphigories

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Wilde Amphigories

RAVE - Skyglass

Skyglass

I am sure there used to be a time
when divine providence
was.
Unquestioned.
Miraculous.
Subtle.
A simplistic, intrinsic mystery
like rain to grass.
yet
creeds whispered
on dusty scrolls
led to the exile
of truth...
banished
to the confines of a temple:
watered down,
rusty,
ruminating,
longing
for arduous redemption.
Entombed
by doctrines,
raveled
by rhetoric:
Pushed down like a seed
while fear grew like ivy
over cut stone windows
stained in dark hues.
Buried and
reminiscent
for genial gifts of light and air,
that smack eagerly against the clammy stone
as life’s breath chokes
and salvation’s flower refuses
to bloom among the brown grass.

RANT- Uncle David

Pacifist

Like a camouflaged monarch
zipping shut death’s door.
I 'm a scrawny, eager kid still
too shy to kiss a girl.
The grim reaper of 58,000 jerking
my little piece of the American dream.


But,
don’t mind me,
I just used
to bag the dead.

Became everyday for me
to look upon the stale and fallen.
Stagnant expressions upon me
sealing wistful eyes
valiantly with my bare fingers.

Days of closeness
with the plastic fleece of finality
are over.
Been three decades
but my mind still sees the faces...

Every.
Single.
One.

I am still now...
oppressed with regrets
locked away, raving to myself,
for no one understands
the ramblings of savage dreams.

No pity please, someone had to,
lest the bodies would pile high and remind us
of how vulnerable we are to
our spiteful ignorance,

where no one really wins.

But
don’t mind me,
I just used to bag the dead.