PERVADE TODAY

06 18 99

Hollowness, what brings you to pervade today?

There once were days of selflessness

when gracious gluttony nestled in its slumber

and its dreams relayed the open spirit of me

I thrived upon the open soul

and picked from vital sources

with a mind's eye of second-hand empirical forte

Now I must join the fallen file

Their empty line-up calls

The crystal-flapped velocity of time

seemingly dared us to take it for granted

In binge we ate our cornucopias raw

and sacrificed our jaws to sinewy slavery

We sucked some dry, we swallowed whole

but now we lick the bowl;

A taste of demotional practice

for the high and mighty

occupation for the rank and flighty

Whoever thought the lexicons would know their limits?

They hid advice and sought the artifice

The psalmists have all grown disgusted

Pessimists say they can be trusted

now

Who am I or we to argue?

Eyes they plod and still we still prod

with our progressive passion

We hit and run the paradox

of FM radio stations

Time will fly yet we insist

on letting the imagination float

The poor neglected ears

paralyzed and stale

register no connections;

no agent to honour the scream of the handwriting

Urgency of idiom will only come through in a remix

This is my portrait of hollowness

I wish I could convey its claws

Venturing through the curls of a mind at a standstill

guarantees a boring trip

Even the piecemeal moments of genius

are compelled to buy into the program

in hopes of a future renaissance

and funnel-free harmony

I tried to treat too much like nothing

now this emptiness feels stuffy

No orphans in this sober square,

conception's what I seek

On I rage into the grainy

Goliath grip of seduction

Something's not right in the magic

bellows a fatherless voice

He'll be in humble Hades' gut

before his thought's a star

And it will glimmer

It'll shine out there when it's dark

(like a blemish on a perfect record)

Smitten, the converted ebb and flutter

in the bowels of each new revelation

seeking wow in flow

exposed in response to orator's silken tongue

But that's a yackety past,

get on with history

A notebook lies unheeded on the cold headboard

enjoying its Appollonian role

in a fallen mecca for convention

Mid-June and nothing

The figureheads are faithless

In my sleep I hear their sighs

and with the doves I sympathize

What can't be trained will not pertain

No one care for how you got there

or the image process

End credit, bottom line;

here's your sign.

Author's Note

Written in 1999. Untouched since.

Reviews

[Rosalind Gale]

I care for your writing very much (though I do not review so often). I admire the complex image, or perhaps its simplicity. Also, the range and obscure emotion, on occasion. I do not change anything of mine, I write from the heart and soul - no drafts in poetry (drafts are for my history students) I sink into your work, like I do some others on here, too. Not many, Elisa, Corset, PoppySilver, Bongo, Rushin. Always with you there is a sense of mad singularity, yet I know you, I know you.

[kublakhan27]

Thanks so much Rosalind, it means a lot to know that my words can click with someone on such a deep level. I write with the intention of never having to go back to something to revise. I'd rather labour over a stanza for a week than scribble one down and have to return to it. You do have a deep understanding of where I'm coming from. Many thanks.

[Rebecca Buller]

I have little to say, except: epic. Oh, and I've added this to my Favorites. Bravo, my friend!

[kublakhan27]

Thank you Rebecca, you humble me with your kind words :) One is never quite sure how these long pieces will be received, especially one so old, so I'm really glad you liked it :)

[Dr. Wood ?]

very cleverly written my friend....You have a strong command of this beautiful language.....I envy you that

[kublakhan27]

Thanks so much, I greatly appreciate your kind words.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Wow. Untouched since? I am also the kind of writer who hates to edit my poems in the previous years. It just kinda destroy the original beauty.

Vivid poem. You give readers a clear picture. :)

[kublakhan27]

The funny thing is I did start editing stuff a few years ago, usually just tinkering, but the old stuff I leave as is cuz it gives a purer picture of who I was at the time. Glad you enjoyed it Blue :)

[Pryde Foltz]

A whole lot here. Hard to make sense of the world at times and so I guess we turn to magic or pseudo-magic to help, to distract who knows. Very interesting and complex write.

[kublakhan27]

It's hard for me to make a self-assessment of this piece, being as old as it is. I'm not really sure how much feedback I'll get on this for a number of reasons. My voice may have evolved substantially in fourteen years, but the one thing I can say for sure is that I myself haven't changed a whole lot if at all. I'm glad that you were able to take something though, being such an all-over-the-place piece. Thank you Pryde.

[JordanLane]

The beginning sounded to my ears like the humble yet cross narrations of the poet Morrison however as I began to collect lines to quote in this review I was led astray from my previous conceptions and guided to your own voice so I see no reason to tell you what you have written and instead have opted for the timeless and at times thoughtless response of..... Great write keep it up

[kublakhan27]

Just knowing that someone likes my work and lets me know is all the review I need. Morrison is an influence of mine, especially in the early years of my writing, so I'm humbled to know that I made some kind of connection to him in the eyes of a reader. Many thanks Jordan.

[s y e]

"Who am I or we to argue?
Eyes they plod and still we still prod
with our progressive passion
We hit and run the paradox"

-- I told you, you write amazingly well and go into so much detail and description it's amazing. You really put alot of effort into your poems, I can tell. I love the wording of all your poems, although I need my bestie Google dictionary, LOL!

[kublakhan27]

LOL It's just one of those things I guess :P Having studied literature in university for five years, I had the luxury of picking up a lot of words that I would never have found otherwise. I'm so glad you enjoyed this one for a couple of reasons, (a) It's a long piece, and they tend to not get much attention, which is saying something considering I don't get much attention to begin with (29 reviews and 1 review pretty much says it all) and (b) it's a very old piece, and as mentioned above, I made no alterations to it before I posted it, even though I'm sure it could use some in a few places. Thank you for taking that time to consult Google, it means a lot to know I inspire you to that extent. Thank you for all your support :)