A face with the bitterest frown,
For long years expecting a crown;
Now in prickly sweat bathed
And A Tongue is scathed …
It’s really an awful spectacle,
Facing no challenge, no obstacle,
As reported by his mirror
Doing so without error;
Ability he’s got and Agility
And all his life no infirmity.
So, why is he, Chief Favor
Facing Monarchical Disfavor;
For long years living for a crown
And it’s public knowledge in a far-off town?
A wearer of the crown
Is trained to frown
His monarchical gown.
Not for democratized town
People of renown
Sometimes go down
In assassinating ponds drown
The Dirtiest, coffee brown
Uneasy has to be the head
That is with power fed
Owner’s eyes, even in bed,
Ever watchful and red.
Uneasy lies the head,
To the others their head.
Stimulating her Emperor's savage
Aquisece defers demand of regal constraint
Furtive festivities provide passage
Into fecund gracing gait Autocracy ordained
Retreat from mastering insatiable masses
His thought voiding thaumaturge
Covers strident intellectual with molasses
Cater of paramour calms nerves
Unwound by compassionate exorbitance
Momentarily vulnerable assailant
Commits their heirs eventual inheritance
Renewed seasons abide nascent
Provisional Yazmin is his cleansing ocean
Advances invigorating strategy
Frequent fruitful visits denote her chosen
Monarchical surrender, sanctity
5th December
- Fertility -
(wily winding vines climbing collate grapes)
Humanity - tormentor of my dreams
I discovered the people diverse the scream
Limitlessness - limitlessness - limitlessness!
My ephemerality I could not awaken limitlessness
Take thy transcendence from out my heart aching
I crave the human, humane humanness breaking
And the universality never transcending, man's pretending
I crave the dialectic, divine deliverance
I threw my otherness upon the floor with indifference
And the consumers never differentiating
It was hardcore, more so, galore while contemplating
While I pondered, totalitarian and your humanity
Suddenly, I heard some labeling
Only this and a totalitarianism
That moment my soul grew cultist
I discovered the members unlisted
I threw my civilization upon the floor
Do you like embers, men ignore
The annexationist brought such sorrow
I crave the mystic, monarchical democracy borrowed
That fundamentalist, fundamentalist civilizing
Much I marveled this inclusive individualization
And so I screamed, 'Is that a extremity?'
That druid, druidic colonizing
And the civilizations never democratizing
Still is fraternizing, still is extremity fraternizing humanity
—The road side thinker—
For ejected by the absolute that is inviolable and unknowable,
alone, only alone the stone; who was born in a gap of rocks
at the unknown foot of a mountain, built a hut named
oblivion faced to the setting sun by a roadside.
For the solitary homeless wanderer’s sake the stone; neither trihedral,
nor cubic, nor spherical, nor polyhedral, ever had the glory of monarchical supremacy nor had decay of a reed in the marsh, that necessarily should have been, at least once, for everyone.
The stone; who has no form, now, sits along the roadside
watching the setting sun, while masticating bitter wormwood’s aroma that alone
is lofty for a price of annual rings grew from a compelled, unwilling heart.
For all the deplorableness, for all the poverty, the stone; not trihedral,
not cubic, not spherical, not polyhedral, denies the brilliance of
a colorful rainbow repudiates the elegance of the nobility
refuses affection that is to be showed off.