The time has arrived to address play with the fullness of sincerity.
Contents
. progeny . proclivity . proclamation . preponderance
Proclamation
to announce
to recognise an initiative
to make an official declaration
STANDING STILL
We are all standing still
Motoring about in BMW’s
Stair masters adorned by climbing servants
belts moving around and around, remain in one place
recycling the past to find something new
Relearning what’s lost through stock options
lost to the deeper desire of innovation
a standing still repeatedly rehearsing
destructive thoughts through isolated egos
twirling circles on wooden dance floors
aiming to reignite some spark
consumed by pieces of promises
in layered cakes
nodding along
this isn’t close to a demonstration
for awhile ago
this could have been seen coming
as the moment draws nearer
in ‘tis bleached out fervour
the bets can still be placed
those who seem shocked in the face
will be stilled in standing
when the flash blasts forever.
A CURE FOR THE LIE
I must be ugly, sad, and dead
Don’t you bother or feign worry
what you ever say
can’t penetrate my head
surrounded by an imaginary helmet
more convinced of itself
than open to truth
yes, that simple
the ego makes itself to be
gave up learning
a long time ago to see
the fatalistic
no point in focusing
apathy wasting through the lost soul
fixated on identity
when there’s so much more good
that exists out there
take my hand and
I’ll lead the to see
outside
the norm
outside what’s now
outside
let’s go play outside.
ISSUED SOLUTION
The magazines, the movies, the stars, woo!
The reality we’re told we need
The happiness we’re fed on the screen
Images we’re told to uphold
Defining our souls-can’t we just let it all go?
Make no definition and redraw the lines
Flip the switch and live a life
Feel time, as it flows
The stupidity drains and creativity grows
Minds compressed become the hearts are repressed
Aching for spontaneity, some passion, then fire?
Is such a shared experience, truly individuality?
Measured in the difference in what Disney taught us
Toys mommy or daddy bought us
We know such spoils of half riddled lives become those
Ranting, raving, releasing the storms
from behind brick walls while preaching
Back to nature and here’s some tabs for your tongue
Discover purity so proclaimed you keep yourself young
Instead of indulging in the richness of maturity
Where are wrinkled aged faces tolerated by society
For the young to see, the whole stays too long
Rarely understanding the depth of meaning
Waiting in the engagement of the whole being
The day to day waits not always for tomorrow
nor the weekend
while tomorrow holds again the possibility for change
yet again the generations are growing closer in and yet
farther out
all the same.
SHOWER
Simply turning the icy handles
Washes the day away
The air was filled with voice speaking scandals
Now forget and let the mind linger astray
Problems causing me to ramble
Vanish when I say
Simply turning the icy handles
Washes the day away.
Warm droplet stealing kisses like vandals
Peace is what the walls convey
My aura now glowing like a candle
Life was meant to be this way
Simply turning the icy handles
Washes the day away.
BLANKET
Shh, hush child, they say it’s the way
Trust the man with his green loaded gun
Fear is the root, so thinking won’t solve the problem
Got to let the truth in
So your glasses will clear
Sit up now-pay attention
Culture programs the way
Feigning options to choose
Until you walk away
and toward the sun
or the other way
toward the night if you choose
and look the other way
it won’t go away
but you can…
Make the best of what’s in the face-up palm
Chew cautiously
They’ll throw in their seeds
Look up, love, and be saved
That is the way
Look around, tremble, turn to a friend
Shh, hush now for everything’s ok
Fore this is the end.
IF ONLY
It only took one match to burn away three years
Snapshots and memories now lakes of ash in the wind
How much freedom gets lost in forgetting?
Those parts of life that felt doomed
were the way
to finding true happiness sooner.
If only, the mind tricks
Were more obvious
I could have become a bit smarter sooner
Perhaps quicker to find instead of seek
That person thought of as I
Was merely conceived by someone else’s mind
Convincing ourselves deceives life
From the truth eyes paid witness
Such pasted upon masks
Make honest moulds of the sick
If only, the time could be taken back
Instead of having wounds to lick.
SOFA POLITICIANS
Pedestrian talk politics
a common commotion
addition to the grind
the sidewalk buckles
we walk
but look the other way
thoughts trapped
by excesses of solitude
streets roamed by hungry ghosts
people living by rules
doing all they can get away with
to enjoy contentment with nothingness
happiness and sadness
grey without judgement
a time ached for holding hands
shoved deep in pockets
lingering, scraping for fulfillment
nervous, sweaty palms
sometimes need a bit of air
for current generation stations
to again become magnetic.
GASLIGHT
After having my head held underwater
these first breaths out from under his spell
I remember being contained within his surface
Bound up by his lies
Until the day I snapped and screamed
those howls eery for all who could hear…
each day forward the home of my body grew stronger
still unable to stand without a cave to be sheltered within
standing at the edge of here just out side the line
saying goodbye
possessed and then awakened
he dispossessed me
when the emotional mess projections
made upon my body
kept coming to surface
the last tears cried for any man other
than within the loss of my clan
such was not unconditional love
but rather a shallow lust which ran dry
as sure as once the pursuit got his prize
slumped into a space now where wounds suffered can heal
he returned to say sorry and ask to come make life with him
again, disoriented I returned to later remember the story
of how he said it was always in my head
and that I never knew the man I married
such lunacy a boy with his illusions
naively I blamed the skeleton in his closet
the truth unearthed behind the body of his lies
he says what’s convenient for him
one moment to the next, a story always changing
I had lost my mind
and life for awhile
so now
I’m grateful
for retaining my soul.
© Mari Amman
Poetry, Prose &Suche VOL IV.
First edition 2023, electronic distribution. Text and Images by Mari Amman.
The poems contained within this volume were drafted circa 2006-2009, in Chicago, USA, and edited during spring 2023 in Paris, France, with the enormous support of The Trélex Residency.
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