The poem “Art Emerges” was inspired by the lines “Your art is your very life. Without it, you’re no different from anybody else.“ This is attributed to the movie The Story of the Last Chrysanthemum (1939) by Keni Mizoguchi.
Art emerges as the grace separating each in a race towards gulfs far beyond reach of actions feeding fame
just one chance to exceed perhaps more if life concedes that recognition forever lost when torch of life is run out
smoldering fires are the norm without the flames that dance about those blazes seen in a flash will extinguish when darkness falls
until that time the artist’s skill may evoke differences between plebes of the day and those seeking to exclaim.
The poem “Monster on the Leash” is about the desire for a political movement to to use their man as an offensive measure against a secular world thought much worse, with a price paid for souls now and the viability of the future for the same.
Monster on the Leash
The monster is held on the leash so hopes the masters who retreat to fighting fire with their own when darkness falls on their homes
even though their tamed beast would be construed as obscene by any measure brought to bear this damnation all should fear
attacking targets of their choice assurance given they’ll be destroyed with collateral that may extend to believers of their blend
some shared blood must be shed for the offense to be led by the monster on the leash pray that links remain complete.
The poem “Fondest Wishes” is about the desires of a trans person to be in a form other than that realized at birth. Some apparent non-binary individuals wish for a day that a switch could be thrown and fondest wishes be realized.
If I could wake to the day to see a body that does not betray perception of who should stand in the mirror at my command
the inner image brought to the front society’s reaction would be blunt no understanding of what should be if fondest wishes were complete
this yearning is masked by paradox living between the pull of poles this appears to be the goal treading water at cost of soul
if only dawn of day finally bring a transformation most would regret switching places to finally find nirvana on the other side.