U.V. Light…

Postings from my journal,
drawing from a monologue,
A soul in monotone…
just feeling,
defeated by culture,
under whelmed by structures,
of a generational nature,
still trying to nurture,
a moral texture,
an incompatible creature,
from incorruptible scriptures,
a poetic play of pictures,
events an’ potent fixtures,
of potential,
with literary credentials,
A. B. C. initials…
Autonomous…
Beautiful…
Conscience…
A nerve conference,
A word with context,
An’ no complex,
Intentions behind this text,
Except,
shed some light,
On this black lightness,
Book,
Chapter and verse,
On a referendum fuss,
By a political class,
REFER’D – EN –DUM
with clauses an’ gum,
chewing ‘yes’ an’ ‘nah’
an’ I watch them go,
mess our table manners
with taboo banners,
by KABOOM!! planners,
on a freedom park,
lost in the dark,
losing life,
to a white darkness…
a light madness…
under U.V. Light.

Are we lacking chlorophyll?
labeled with green coloring,
To be bombarded so,
Are we vegetables?
to be bloodied with war,
on a dry soil bed,
with fragments of led.
how many must go dead?
Shall we count to ten?
What then,
If all men,
Turn against each other,
for a political clamor,
for the fame an’ glamor,
an’ forget all honor,
lose all savor,
for humanity.
of sanity.
an' what's reality?
we have faculties of elimination,
as well of appropriation.
These lines we divide with,
Between people,
Onto self,
Onto wealth…
So only a few can get,
for only a few can let,
class,
rank,
in society…
lose its grip on life’s propriety,
so there’s a continuity,
to rig that mind of piety,
to rip that heart of poetry,
to deface fluency,
create new dependency,
on all good things,
that were once free…
like me...
under U.V. Light!

Single’s Ballad…

Single’s Ballad…

Apple pieces soaked in cocktails,
and a short suspense after,
torn papers, crumpled up….
as I summarize –
to have the solutions seen,
in a personal tale.
Yet,
looking for what to write…
what to draw…
Pencil chewings from a sharpener,
a lady traced on paper,
recalling beauty,
a chocolate silhouette,
in shades of residue,
with a fainting light,
now in black an’ white
from my mind,
as I reminisce,
that colorful spiral of life,
flickering candle,
daring the dark,
a talent to improve on humanity,
for even starring acts,
leave the stage,
hence ooze a remarkable hue,
like a bright yellow sun,
in nude!

To avoid blushing,
Overcome the triumph of lust,
On life,
Unveiling an’ revealing,
the true identity,
a life symbol,
from the tangle of dress
an appearances….
To be introduced to,
that intensely schemed,
mark of intelligence,
that necessary symptom,
to create beautiful things.
It is like dust,
Cake dust found on the mouth,
Flakes from a cloud,
It is a snow fall,
A slow fall,
Lettings those eyes that look,
Keep that bold proof,
an’ sparkle!
So I can sing of the stars I see…
learn guitar,
stain the strings with red,
a musical D.N.A…
a single’s ballad.