Roller Coaster Blank Face
Blank face inside nothing,
Devoid of facial features
Holding hands of faces of
Realities extreme sorrows.
Another balanced in infinite
Enlightenment, masks of drama,
Placement upon light waves.
Theater of infinite reflections,
Art of one’s own inflection,
Infection of haunting memories,
Laughs spread upon tears.
Weathering roller coaster fears
Wrinkling from birth to death.
Conceptions of abstract distortions,
Yoga classes of gut meditations,
Aging among the changing light,
Sunrise sunshine to sunset shades,
Heavens awakening up starlight,
We are the light of our own mind.
Scales Of One’s Humanity
Eternity of faceless graves
Bodies buried behind closed doors
Having existed only to gather dust
Weightlessness in time’s history
Evaporated, no face of remembrance
Nothing left but a blank stare
Having lived in a blank space.
Peeled Away Reality
Faceless darkness stripped beyond naked,
Bare of any painted physical features,
Cosmetics of negative compositions,
Balancing hands, diverse ghostly illusions.
Roller coaster of humanities emotions,
Conservative to liberal destructions,
Denuding American face of moderation,
Stripping America’s balance of diversity.
Religion of liberal arts, independent thinking,
Shackled in the name of God, whose gift
Was a divine revelation of compassion.
Praying for peace and tranquility on Earth
While in the His name wars continue.
Corpses of teenagers deemed not fit enough
To be called adults before their demise.
Turned over to show the real face of war
That no plastic surgery will ever revive.
Scaled Face Of American Justice
Politicians elected judge and jury
Face of the new American equality
Lawyers, doctors, preachers, priests,
Councilors, teachers, and parents
Each one face, of the new America.
V chips of their political views,
Tickets with pledges of allegiance,
Dissent kept at long distance calls,
Patriot acts of libraries and schools,
Conformity, law of their teaching.
Educational cloning of politics,
Faces of intimidated obedience,
Terminating diversities color,
Faceless audience of our future,
Religion of one man’s philosophy.
American streets of poverty,
Face wealth denies any features.
Slaves, the corporate employment,
Chained freedom of their masters,
Faceless ghostwriters of America.
True liberty, free speech expressions
Sings upon words never duplicated,
Underground of whom we really are,
Unique individuals, weathering time.
Who are we with our masks on?
One side weighted down guilt,
Another enlightened, spiritually bright.
Sinners to saints of time,
Destiny of our own demise,
Breathing time away in negativity,
Sorrows of sleepless voids of escape,
Aborted on winds of dreams.
Reborn inside the inner faith
Mask of our birth’s purpose
Mirroring the reflection
Of who we are today.
What face must a poet put on?
Must then, the voice change?
How will an American then dress?
What religion must they practice?
What words are blessed in freedom?
Whom may they associate with?
Can someone list me a real American?
How then can they be a poet!
Cosmetics surgery of social status,
Play acting on the stage of reality,
Changing roles of dramatic rehearsals,
Fraternities of stereotype conditioning.
Perfect society of social moves,
Wealth elevating ones acting career,
Mirrored styles of self-made arrogance,
Plastic mask of American high society.
Grooming corporate controlled soldiers,
Officers of the creative accounting world
Taking stockholder faces to the cleaners.
Leaving plastic worthless in disrepair,
Awaiting social security going private,
To put a new face on America.
Somewhere in America not on company time ©
The Terminated Free Spirited Poet