Poetry
Ales Krivec For Unsplash+
Institutionalized Hopelessness
The mind must break through the chains
Of enslavement and petty property owners.
Emancipate the mind
The heart will follow
The truth, always in turmoil,
Will not fall between the cracks
Of sentient beings
And ignorant brutes,
It will, however, thrive,
And overcome the institutionalized hopelessness
That has wrought and brought
Living to a slow standstill
In the suicidal heart,
Of darkness, lost gods, security,
Led by the hand no more.
People
Awaken from your slumber
And help your neighbors,
All of them,
In fruitful abundance
That the well shall not be poisoned
From whence we all drink,
In the name of historical context,
In the name of a polarizing god
And of the dead generations.
Please.
Steeplechase
Fantasy was a powerful courser.
He was a stallion of magnificence.
He pounded his feet, furiously snorted
As he was stuffed inside the starting gate.
The starter pistol fired
The gate opened
Fantasy, the favorite, leapt upward,
In that moment the jockey knew
He was looking at the backsides
Of the first four steeds
To bolt forward
Leaving him in the smut.
Fast-forward to the last half-mile.
The frantic beatings and kickings
Grew by the second.
Every second carried weight.
Fantasy had reached third place
His mighty body, whipped mercilessly,
Was no longer etched in victory.
Peggy Sue was first past the post
Sweating from the exertion
Of missing a hurdle
And her stillbirth offspring.
Her whipping would continue tomorrow
And Fantasy would return to perform
The task through which he would live.
More later...
Transcendent
We descended into Hell
Then, on the third day,
We arose again
To be greeted by the multitudes
Of clamoring power-brokers
Who neither waved flags
Nor yelled out our names.
They were simply glad
To see us return
So they could be led
Into the everlasting
Piece of their birthright
That is passable
By acts of commission
In the name of the Father.