what else that hides between?

aDarkerMind



between the hourglass tattoo between her fingers

between the pretence of a past tense wearing thin

between desire and deception

a preconcepted ill repute of external wonderment

where bathes the autistic Liger

in a stream of her makers powdered milk;

between the fathom and the furlong

where twists the knives of the thriving athiest

sister of the sun

mother of the moons' incarcerated doubt

with her stout heart and steady aim

so wings the steady progress of her digestive heart's unsteady flight;

between Dante's hell and her pale green skin of Oak

where her tempermental offspring thrive on the saliva of her eyes

in splintered nests possessed with obsessions cut and dried

with their test tube monk and his spunkless prayer

crawling like a Scuttle Crab with his splintered hands blooded, bruised and battered;

between us and them

between a mundane and a miracle

before the healing of progressive scorn

I can do nothing more but witness

the shitless wonders of a cold war in a summer heat

giving reason for a heaving lungs release from a captives grip;

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 4th, 2021 10:39
  • Comment from author about the poem: a troubled mind
  • Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    'between the fathom and the furlong
    where twists the knives
    of the thriving athiest
    sister of the sun, mother of the moons'
    incarcerated doubt
    with her stout heart and steady aim
    so wings the steady progress
    of her digestive heart's unsteady flight;'
    'between Dante's hell
    and her pale green skin of Oak
    where her tempermental offspring
    thrive on the saliva of her eyes
    in splintered nests possessed
    with obsessions cut and dried'
    'between us and them
    between a mundane and a miracle
    before the healing of progressive scorn

    I can do nothing more but witness
    the shitless wonders
    of a cold war in a summer heat, giving reason
    for a heaving lungs
    release from a captives grip;'..
    (behold: modernity's
    self-destructive war
    fought on those hairline splinters of difference
    between those who profess to worship
    one or a handful of deities - only
    and thereby: by default
    claim themselves - to be, atheist's
    towards the other 3'000 deities, known
    to humanity;
    and
    those other's, who profess themselves
    as atheist's to the entire 3'000 or more
    known deities, in our world...!)
    how succinctly, yet poignantly you've worded
    our absurd basis for this seemingly unending
    hatred and divisiveness,
    dear talented Poet
    (forgive me for cutting and pasting, so rudely
    I was just trying to highlight your brilliance)



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