The mirror has been shattered, The pieces have been littered, And yet, they still have the audacity to reflect back at me, my own distraught image, one that haunts and flaps its wings and follows behind me, One that i cannot see, but i know of its antagonizing omnipresence. The bird knows too, like a faithful messenger, it follows me around. It sends messages to everyone I know, Regardless of compliance or rejection from the recipients, regardless of whatever insignificant plea i use in a last desperate attempt to appease its sickening appetite For rendering, tearing and relentless pecking. No shotgun would kill this abominable faithful messenger of mine. No pest extermination squad nor scientific breakthrough could detach its claws from my shoulders. In futility, I try to teach it to say pieces of eight pieces of eight all over again. It knocks over the bottle of ink onto a fresh slate I had aet for muself. How I detest and abhor thee, Vulturous past of mine.
You are a mere ricochet
tethered to life's relentless redundancies,
eclipsed by a sliver of wavering sanity,
strung together by the audacity of hope,
safeguarded by liberty and political correctness,
plunged deep into your own soul of faint stirrings and helplessness.
You answer without question,
deviate without divination,
Persist without permission
and yet resist condemnation,
You question without answers,
Divine without deviation,
You permit your persistence,
And condemn resistence
All to revel in the rabble of silence, only to submerge into listless ambivalence.
Clattering of shoes in the Clarke Quay underground, resounding like horses' hooves thumping past, each listless, each oblivious to the presence of others, the deafening silence devoid of voices with diabolical drumming, their music keeps playing, their judgment keeps spinning as they continue their journey to nowhere, brushing past a hooded figure who was just along for the ride.
The reeling, the relentless munching and rabble, as he shifts in his seat, flicking from channel to channel, flitting through files and folders, flamboyantly watching the images pass, etched firmly in mind, remembering the misdeeds, overlooking the kindred ones, enveloping the world in derision, doubt and condescension, evaluating the worthy, the worthy whose vessels spill open into the overflowing gutters of filth, infidelity and incorrigibility.
You are a mere ricochet
tethered to life's relentless redundancies,
eclipsed by a sliver of wavering sanity,
strung together by the audacity of hope,
safeguarded by liberty and political correctness,
plunged deep into your own soul of faint stirrings and helplessness.
You answer without question,
deviate without divination,
Persist without permission
and yet resist condemnation,
You question without answers,
Divine without deviation,
You permit your persistence,
And condemn resistence
All to revel in the rabble of silence, only to submerge into listless ambivalence.
Clattering of shoes in the Clarke Quay underground, resounding like horses' hooves thumping past, each listless, each oblivious to the presence of others, the deafening silence devoid of voices with diabolical drumming, their music keeps playing, their judgment keeps spinning as they continue their journey to nowhere, brushing past a hooded figure who was just along for the ride.
The reeling, the relentless munching and rabble, as he shifts in his seat, flicking from channel to channel, flitting through files and folders, flamboyantly watching the images pass, etched firmly in mind, remembering the misdeeds, overlooking the kindred ones, enveloping the world in derision, doubt and condescension, evaluating the worthy, the worthy whose vessels spill open into the overflowing gutters of filth, infidelity and incorrigibility.