Beauty in the contraryThere is beauty in the contrary.
The off beats of appreciation are not wanton
To those found wanting.
In the jazz of life,
They offer an escape from the machinations of our conducting oppressors.
A personal oppressor we all know well.
A violin that shrieks high and
Cuts at the beauty of melody,
Nothing but an escape from the prescient
Vision of pre-destiny. There is a remedy.
There is always a remedy. An escape
From the inevitable end we are
In the madness of the ecstatic heart heavy dance.
Release your burdens and see
What the enlightenment brings.
Homogenised identityA curd festers on the top of a glassHomogenised identity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Floating above the homogenised
Relative and pointing
At the curd
Relative to the curd
Fighting to sink