Published by: Roel Angelo C. Argana
Date Published: September 15, 2022
Time Published: 10:01 AM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Empowerment, Autonomy
Come to me, my dear.
Let me electrify your own discomfort.
Whisper my strength out of your comfort—
I'll let you see nothing but fear.
All these racking welcome shells hanging in front of my door,
They teem the sound of how I ponder;
Even if I accouter my words with seemingly hopeful pleasantness—
I still choose to speak out of my covert.
Their writhled foreheads do not let my calm go away.
Why shall I let myself be afraid of such coward rampallian?
I never care if they stand unstanched of my way of living—
At least, I never let deception devour my yonker.
Them who let the blindfolds comfortably sanctuarize,
In their eyes shall be the place of all the afeared idealist—
No, I don't speak to give them peace!
I want them to end up creating their own bedlam.
I know they hear me well.
I know I touch their souls!
I know I caress the fear inside them—
But I despise them for letting the wild understand the blacks.
People are beetling like chrysalis with their grip slowly slipping—
To fall down the law, I keep wondering;
Do they know how to fly?
Do they know how gorgeous it is to fly?
Whatever befalls rot like the conjured dead insects—
Parasites start to control those who keep believing what is not to be heard.
No one can stand still in esperance,
But one can fly to unmuzzle the big picture.
Listen to me when I say that any quillets create more quiddits.
If one has to repugn, let it be for good—
Let them be to start a hopeful light.
We need to sperr the truth, never the illusions!
Painting: William Tell (Guillaume Tell) [1930] by Salvador Dali
https://www.wikiart.org/en/salvador-dali/william-tell
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