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In (words)

Words, vivid illustrations in life’s deceptions,

Vivid fallacies of hopeful dreamers, rendered

Illustrations of broken fantasies, distort believability

In hopeful fantasies, our vision relies

Life’s dreamers, distort vision nightly upon

Deceptions, rendered believability relies upon faithlessness

Over at D’Verse, for Form-For-All, Sam Peralta has introduced us to the Square Poem.
I’ve been doing things like this for years, just for kicks and/or to help kill time.
Until now though, I never knew there was an actual form, as I always thought of it
as some kind of word game I’d come up with as a teen. But, like most things in life,
if you think you created something, google it (can’t believe I actually wrote that) and I’m
sure you’ll find your idea on the screen in one form or another.

So hop on over to D’verse, where I encourage you to read Sam’s write-up, which is really
a good read and very informative. After you’re done with that, check out the work
linked up by the other d’versifiers and perhaps the fancy will strike you, and you’ll
compose a Square Poem of your own, and link it up with the rest. Cheers.

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Post-Break-Up. The Normal Guy and the Celebrity

It is unadvisable to coalesce
from a broken heart,
while
in such a beautiful place,
one that continues
to remember who
you once were; that
hangs her pictures

still,
everywhere,

providing
inspiration to teenage
boys,

who’ve only just begun
their education.

and then you’ll still get the few,
who know, but pretend not to notice

Devoured

Comatose, the fester reigned,
keeping still it’s playground’s
feast

Sentinels and sentry’s guard
the prism yet completely scarred-
flawed yes,
but undoing is never such a simple proposition,
it takes true sacrifice, and an exhaustive distance travelled toward

for an evil
such as this,
to succeed

to thrive, no matter the length of fang, it must be invited, if but even through the slightest door ajar

But one must remember
the intelligence of parasites
is not quite what we’d grown
to expect of villainous beings
for at the very point
it claims it prize
there will be no
more days to
sustain the
growing demon
inside

Cardboard Voodoo

Cardboard
voodoo
dispossessed
neon-day-glo
harness tight
fostering the
hex undone
on this rain-filled
night with no
sign of sun

An undisciplined history

Posted on

A discipline
was cast
down
the lineage
of the
historian’s
tree

Unfortunately
the books
were burned
under Nazi
regime
and
ever
after this
tragic
event
the
history
to follow
has been
nothing
but un-
disciplined

Burdock Days

It’s like when you were young
going to the fields
to pick burdock
amongst the weeds

It’s like when you grew up
that same day
realizing you were
the weed
invading someone
else’s property

Inversions

Between the thralls
of misanthropy
A billion microscopic
effigies
broke free from
ravenous cocoons

Interminable and willfully wrought
anathema Of kindred skein

Amongst the valleys trampled toward
fragments, of misshapen rainbows, formed

Soldered in a frost breathing flight
from the ever-embracing mirrors lost

and in this deadly visage these eyes do gaze
upon the severed recognitions—replete
with every corroded version of sin within