Gambitine

Gambitine by Richard Lynn Livesay

I. A System Exposed
The thought-belief that drove you stumbling out the closet door,
I cried for soft bird-branches forming sententious sanctions
knowing full well fulfillment was rightly confusing left brains,
I believe in normal entwined on lines, bordering insanity.!

Idealism laid this concrete wall of suffering, proclaiming destiny
then innate histories of “noble” sapiens tell me nothing exists,
for every form cannot belong to the elite incompetent hierarchies
but every rail and rage against the dying defeat of neurotic monarchies.

There is a time but it is manmade and not immutably inalienable
as sea-shore sands are washed into a glass of innocence, dropping slowly
the children when they are in the Caulfield rye, understand pain.
and think, remember and know why you let them fear your fear so
there is an art to life’s conclusions and delusion will bring a closeness.

Consider chopping wood, hauling water and cracking concrete lots
marginalize the hyper-mad essay of living blindly intentionally
submit and subvert reviews and plays; reacting to the game of posting,
minding the soul searching, twittering idealism if criticized correctly
believe, like me that thoughts transcend the grassy knoll of flux & flutter,
then grieve compiled post hypnotic blurbs that give us credit crunches
and form a oneness of noted purpose attracting messy sees and stares
to this aim collect some fame of fortune’s questions losing integrity,
shaming plays with words all day concocting etymological abortions.

II. A Poet’s Wonder
Go! but beware of wolves of gallant intuition, curly white and snarly,
spread thin a poet’s blanket upon the minds scansion in dark of night
there upon a callous rock inhale the moonlight’s greeny mosses
and drip willowed words into the dusty souls of anti-audio drosslings.

Be first to speak of wrongs that don’t belong on hallowed hills beneath
then standby strong to give a writing from South of Hell’s bequeath
but don’t belittle those that cannot see beyond the breathe of bets
be pleased to blow small holes in hypocritical lice infested odes to whales
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Begin to print true spirit ink; alive of flight again within a leach’s heart
declare sm’mores in ardent showers of rainy petal-broken warps
unabiding in Poet’s paws, to pause and understand rules d’etre fair
spread out beyond the air to gauge control of critic’s auto-maelstrom.

Delight in bright of light and shout and share all wanton wordy words
welcome woody wares of stares to play the stage of tricky pricks
And there declare the attitude displayed, dismayed
that shines in distant darkened silence-screams, delayed

O’ hear me I say, I say again, ingest the wine of words and dance upon all rhythm’s fire to singe black blood of thought and trap the sentient senses.