TRIPTYCH

19 Feb 2021 Leave a comment

by davidfekete123 in Blog Tags: , , , , ,

I sink into myself
And subordinate my consciousness in guilt
As if is seems everybody isn’t better than me

I reach a plaintive grasp
Into the ether that is the other
Hoping for redemption from mortality

I lose myself in soul discounts
Appraising identity against my sex drive
When it comes to you there is no other

INSURRECTION

13 Feb 2021 Leave a comment

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NEWSCASTERS VERSUS TRUMP’S MONKEY BOYS

I saw one of Trump’s monkey boys sit at the Presiding Officer’s Desk
in the US Senate Chamber
Another Trump monkey boy hung from a wall by one arm just like a monkey
in the US Senate Chamber
A Trump monkey boy stood in front of the chair of the Speaker of the House
in the US House Chamber
Desecration
What does desecration mean—de-consecration—Desecration mean in this time
And this age—this age that holds nothing sacred?
Sacred

Indifference
Trump’s monkey boys riot and think it a good time, indifferent
in drunk anarchic party orgy
Dignity
In affront to the dignity all around them
in drunk anarchic party orgy
Contempt
Contemptuous of law, due process
in drunk anarchic party orgy
Respect
Knowing no respect for the symbol the Capitol Building is
in drunk anarchic party orgy
Disgrace
Disgracing the suggestion of a temple the Capitol Building is
in drunk anarchic party orgy
Honor
Honoring no one, nothing
in drunk anarchic party orgy

And the TV newscasters said that they were embarrassed
Look—you’re embarrassed when you’re caught with your zipper down—
Embarrassed?
They worried about what the rest of the world would think
“What kind of message does it send to the rest of the world?”  journalists ask.
As if to worry what others think ever matters
Treasonous rabble bursts the oldest living democratic republic
The coup led by a president who craves power as coups will
Marvin Gaye asked long ago the persistent question, “What’s going on?”
Liberty in New York Harbor; her torch beats in every American’s heart
Anarchy’s fangs salivate at the edges of liberty, slinking for a chance

SECOND IMPEACHMENT TRIAL: PROSECUTION CASE

Were it but anarchy
Were it but drunk anarchic party orgy
Assassination attempt
Intent
Murder
But for—
Escape
Sequester in secret
Protection
Were they but monkey boys
They were assassins
But for—
Failed assassins
Their would-be targets escaped
—Escaped—
Senators, Congressmen, Congresswomen
Targets
Insurrection attempt
Treason
They did murder
Death

Steal the election
Discount the votes
Congress convened to count
The voices, our voices
My voice, your voice
Violate me, violate you
Intent
Steal the election

Intent
Incitement
Direction
Lies
Credulous
Incredulous
Guilt

DEFENSE CASE

The lead defense attorney opened the defense
By calling himself the prosecution

MY BLITHE SPIRIT (redux)

18 Oct 2020 Leave a comment

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O, to be blithe

Hail to me, my blithe spirit

Blitherie is not whither my spirit listeth

To be blithe, I need to release much

To fly away some glad morning

Release more than just a few weary days

–More than the consequences that drove my ambition–

—-The momentous, heavy pressure, guilt, blame,

—-Blame my early family conspired to see was my guilt,

—-Echoing through a severe religious system:

—-“Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect”

—-Did anxiously strive to live such impossible words, yet the same, kind Master’s words

—-“My yoke is easy and my burden light,”

—-I never heard.  I can never be the perfect god I try to be, nor ever the perfect child

—-I try to be who will be approved by my father

—-No.  Not while I carry the guilt of my family’s sins, born upon the person

—-I am

—-Denied.  Denied confession, satisfaction, and absolution

—-Echoes through this self, denied, self-denial.

—-Enflaming ambition, the hunger, nay, to crave

—-Blessing.  In a degree, from a book publisher, record producer, an arena’s applause

–And now this dalliance with being blithe; hail to me, my blithe spirit–    

With spirits I’ve attracted in my Kirlian aura, karma

It would be a sort of religious conversion

To be a new version of the self I’ve been and become

Plato once told me that an unexamined life will never be blithe

I came up in conversation out at the pub, I heard later

I, back in the solitude of my hotel room

“Dave’s probably working on his book while we’re out here”

In fact, I was carried away deep in Beethoven’s Mass in C

Kyrie eleison.  Donna nobis pacem: have mercy; give peace—and I, a pastor

Which is what I mean about blithe

There are no trines in my astrological chart

All my planets are in the first house and everything

I do or that happens to me comes with a momentous upheaval

And I must be momentous, I guess, and not blithe

I think I could be blithe if I wanted

If I only wanted to be blithe, to let go, could let go of it all, wanted to let go of it all

Or ought to let go of it all and be blithe