The writings of Oddpoet

My words and thoughts are sought
On the mat­ter
But blocked
Dis­man­tled by the uni­ver­sal cock
Of the mad hat­ter…



Block it.
Seal the dark­ness from the light
Of the lat­ter.
Light always has a way of pen­e­tra­tion
Forc­ing its way into the degen­er­a­tion
Of white on black
That lacks noth­ing more
Than the sub­stance of color.



It calms
It claims vir­tual real­ity of valor
In the sub-sequential dual­ity
Of twin peaks
Wink­ing at the sun above the mist of cloud.



They want me dead
And so do I…
Aloud…
But you just can’t let the grip slack
No mat­ter what turns black
And what falls to frost bite.



Des­per­a­tion isn’t a pretty color
At nightvi­o­lent
Some­where between the ultra vio­lent
And infra-readiness…



I won’t live on the edge of your rib­bon
As less
As adorn­ment
Or sed­i­ment dried
By blaz­ing sun­light and ter­mi­nal winds
As for­lorn spent
On Sun­day after­noons.



I am every color of the rain­bow
And the moon
Muted to mono­chrome too soon
By the whimsy thrown
And tied at the ends of braids…
I’m not here to pretty the parades
Of black and white cha­rades.



I won’t stay
To wit­ness your decay.
I won’t stay
To wit­ness my mon­soon of tears…
Not tomor­row or today.
You could claim your fears
But they knew you wouldn’t…
There’s so much more
That means so much more to you
That you couldn’t.



I’ll refrain from weav­ing chains
That grew
Around the cir­cum­stance
Meant to only drain you
And the color from the worth of dance
And it wanes…
Con­se­quen­tial panes
Of mir­rored glass…



You turned me into you:



Chaotic and lost
In Won­der­land alas…
Where the only way out
Is through
This
Pass.



Unfor­tu­nate to be left with only
Through.






©Jen2010 2–6



Cours­ing
Under­stand­ing
Only nul­li­fies
Ther­mal heated electro-magnetism
Of top­i­cal heroic ego­tism regur­gi­tated
So I dream ethe­real…