Fresh Poems
Cogito ego, ergo sum
René Descartes
Braving the Raving
These proto-apocalyptical days lie idle,
unbridled like a crying baby in a cradle,
breathing in and breathing out
the hustle and bussle of the tussle of time,
shock-rocked in the arrhythmic swing
of news breaking lose in incursions invasions penetrations,
humming gumming news like sing along songs,
flooding the mind in ever sharper throngs,
frying dying lies, slicing all dice,
cramming the days with the clatters of ting-a-ling-a-ling
B U T
in the cradle of mulling and thinking it twice
I´m becoming all ears and all eyes,
braving the raving
copy right @ Amadé Esperer ~ ARIEL-ART 2022-02-22
Themis is watching
Oracle say do not believe in ousouria
Oracle say it´s just okay, it´s smoke in the mirrors
Oracle say you´ll never know if ousia will be
whether Themis isn´t watching
new markets pop up
overnight, when the fight just has started
among droning doves, an early morning saw hawk
rise high
whole continents below lay bellowing, spread legs
watched bestmen abuse the brittle bride
while Pandora outside lost her beauty bag
no hope to ever recover the stuff