poem – Page 53 – Shun P. Writes… dot com

The ultimate weapon

Weaponize that which becomes dull through misuse abuse misappropriation adulteration… Administrations stand to be impeached. As a mind unrefined is left victim to the hands of time.

Inebriated, stumbling about. Infused with… The greatest intoxicant. Naiveté. Leaving you numb. Words ring hollow and fall flat. As tears impair my vision Incisions cut extracting a cost. Losses mount. Taken too soon, polarities flip leaving those who remain in the tomb.

In a Blue Moon

Looking up. Harkening back. Not unlike times past. Into the gaze of wisdom. Once in a Blue Moon omnipotence provides a glimpse of illumination.

The Hunter

The Cheering Section

Who needs the roar of the crowd? When they will obscure the echo of. The faithful… Those who cheer through clenched teeth. Struggling to stay afloat in the seas… The raging tides that are those misplaced, notions of your failure. Blinded… By the glare of green… Inadequacy, known as envy. Copyright © 2015 ShunPwrites. AllContinue reading “The Cheering Section”

The soul of the hostage

Hostage to hypocritical notions devotion versus revocation pontificating for parole. A belabored soul endeavoring to gain while securing nothing, but lamentations of battles lost. Aspiring for the exigency of grace to combat the improbable. Rising up, infused… bearing witness to petitions of affirmations that. My soul ain’t for sale. Copyright © 2015 ShunPwrites. All RightsContinue reading “The soul of the hostage”

The poison of naiveté

Naiveté vice, strength and weakness. Affording sustenance to the cruel illusion of could, can, will. Aspirational notions push past – hollow enunciations of practicality in conflict with reality. Ambrosial lies of supremacy obscure common ground as haughty inebriation propels the assembled towards the cathedra – to be seated – as wanton blindnessContinue reading “The poison of naiveté”