discerning...

I can see the light at the end of the tunnel,
where the metal torpedo drove.
Through thickened skull it opened
with cerebral confetti
and the severance of vital ribbons
[of impulse]
[no longer in pulse].

I see a flicker
of light
as lamplight glistens on trigger,
rushing to the concluding breath.
And now,
the fresh new expectancy of...

Tambourines in the violent screams
as lips tremor
and legs quake,
while through the window streams sunset light.
Shadows announce the impending night....
But I see saturation intensify;

Colours have never seemed this bright.

© Chereese La-Vonne Ricketts 2010

Welcome

I'm often told I talk too much, though not often in words.

What I think those that "say" this really mean is that I think too much, messing up their comfortable non-thinking.

I see dead people, all around me. Zombies, who think they are alive, and deciding how to live. But they are all on a leash, trapped in the vicinity of death. I used to be one of them.

Now I'm on a quest to find and establish me, to decide what aspects of what's here I want to keep and hone, and what aspects to totally trash. To look around me at others' lifestyles and to question them, with a somewhat selfish mindset; "what can I learn from you", but in the process hoping I can deposit some thing of value to them as well.

The point is not to be rebellious, it is to be conscious.

Identify yourself.

Defy death.

Contradistinction of Sameness

humanity
binds us
in a sameness
of which impossibility
defines
our ability
to deny


we eat
we breathe
we live


similarly,
but contrastingly,
we envisage
and we execute
what we envisage
and we exist
as our execution
according to our vision


trapped
in this asylum of sameness
distorted
by fogged mirrors
of age
race
place
we must make out our own definition


resist the authorities of conformity
question their clonal laws
march against
their storm
of belittling words
screaming your shouts


make the colours of you-ness heard


© Chereese La-Vonne Ricketts 2010