Quirks of Fate

06/30/11

11:30 pm

Brooklyn NY Apt 2

Quirks of fate

Cannonball strikes

A resolute citadel with no fortress

Picturesque but gullible

Eclipsing lofty lights

Coercing defenseless warriors

To drop their arms

And push up daisies

Unsightly leprechaun

Sitting at a rainbow’s end

Unappealingly wrapping

Such amusing hue

A pot of gold,

Deceptively seeking trust

To the naïve and oblivious

An undeclared language

Of words unpleasantly genial

Spoken but devoid of meaning

Expansive as written verse

Hiding behind imagery

Subversive but sympathetic

As it longs to be heard.

A learned man

Feigns to be foolish

While flattering the wisdom of others

Reproached to be devious

All the while teaching

That to question in perpetuity

Is knowledge acquired?  

Like a pendulum

The paradox persists

Swinging back and forth

Unswerving against time

And every time it comes

It is spelled differently.  

The irony remains

Peculiarly familiar.

A Blind Pursuit

04/25/11

7:26 AM

Apt. 2

A Blind Pursuit

We oftentimes wonder why

Our observant mind questions

And attempts to answer incessantly

The queries and uncertainties

Of both time and existence

Our minds seem to provide endless possibilities

Of why things are such

Of why things are in such order and arrangement

Of why things are driven the way it should be
Is there an impetus?

An unseen force

Hidden yet impels life undiscernibly?

Yet in the end our near-triumphs

And elucidations are minuscule

Mere naive and one-dimensional assumptions

Compared to the complexity

And intricacy of it all

So one would ask

Why bother?

What's in it for us to thrive?

What pushes us to seek?

For our searching selves couldn't be restrained

As it explores its pursuit.

An unsighted quest, one would say

Is it really sightless?

For even the blind finds what it cannot see.

Have No Fear

2/17/11

Midnight

Apt 2

 Have no fear

Today the stars

Have gone

Weightless energy

Lie in wait

No fire to blaze

No sight to blind

Bare shadows

Met you at the gate

With wary hands

You grasped the unknown

Timid steps

Trekked trail alone

Close your eyes

For you can only see

Unsighted reality

Of what it ought to be

    

The Whistle-blower

 02/08/11

10:34 pm

Apt. 2

 The Whistle-blower

They brought her in.

A nameless lass from lowly beginnings,

A minion to the powerful,

A morsel of banality.

Yet today her voice resonates,

Roaring its echoes,

Proliferating through the hierarchy.

The unlikely yet

Most unassailable whistle blower

Struck words like arrowheads

Thrown in all directions

As if in primitive savagery.

A declaration of disgrace

Besmirching illustrious reputations.

As she torches the light in the dark tunnel of deceit

Let it be told

That and untold truth may impair no one

But falseness is death to one’s essence.

The Last Voyage

12/16/10

11:28 pm

Bedford Ave. 

The Last Voyage

The seas were aghast

Clamoring waters swept by the brutal torrent

The skies were obscurely dark

As the storm pushed away everything in its path

Strong currents consumed ships and boats

Vessel by vessel

Engulfed by measureless depth

Yet one ship struggled feebly to stay afloat

Navigating hastily against the violent tide

Only one ship made it ashore.

The only ship buoyant, amidst nature’s upheaval

One ship came back to tell tales of terror

Yet it was shunned as an enchanted survivor

Narrowly escaping demise through the supernatural

Indelibly present, like that of a king’s talisman

Surviving crusades and battles of time

A deserter sent by gods

Who spoke of preposterous legends

And mythical tales of the unimaginable

Yet truth be told that in its glorious escape

Destiny was no accident

For fate dictates a predestined mission

An inevitable task it must partake

     

Abre Tus Ojos

12/15/10

8:46 pm

Apt. 2

 Abre Tus Ojos

There she stood blindfolded

Unable to withstand defiant winds

As she grew cold and fatigued

Her sword falls to the ground

Aged scale tilts

Impartial eyes uncovered

Justice served on a silver platter