Disheveled Soul

I

Subservience began without consciousness
in an effort to incorporate peace and stability

This wasn't automatic as pictures flash
automatic-not manual, wasn't-- came out of nowhere
and traveled as far as it could


II

Expectations were non-existent
and equality had little relevance
against dark-blue-black double-standards

Once determination revealed itself
possibility craft of constant investment
affording broad returns from generous gifts gave way

Except when exaggeration denied itself
posturing with wide grin


III

The Law of Averages took proper stance
stood its ground in proper stance it stood

Consciousness entertained self

Victories of happenstance formed silk threads
within tattered wings visible images of angels
that disappeared skyward at will

And demons

Same as angels

"for we wrestle not against..."

Demons the same


IV

Balance

Refusal to fully digest bread of substance
makes urgent yearn to speak freely
in quiet whisper of knowing

Hushed notions have no way to sway
future GENE RATION(S) boxed-in
surreal reality mutes sensibilities

"G's" get mixed up in young minds
old minds like mine too


V

Go quietly now with this

"I have learned through inadequacies
to hold hand against brow
and tongue to roof of mouth
under-weight of non-assistance

And so
within the bounds of lowliness
I remain beneath the fray of absent memory
and voluntarily give silent scream
in smaller than smallest increments

My breath will not allow much more

I've acquired this desperate need
for no more than deserved"




Written Sep 16, 2008
11:59 AM



Author Notes

This is an entry in "TheLit Magazine" contest. Last weekend I read for this organization. Today I received an email to write for the picture that accompanies this poem. I am not aware of who the artist is but the name of the print is;

"Mysticface"

Ephesians 10: 10