Much of what is written here is poetry, but there are prose pieces interspersed, all written by Michael Wayne Holland. Also, there are blog entries from further back about living with post traumatic stress disorder. Full range of topics are fleshed, much based on life experiences, and much observed and imagined. I believe there is an internal truth to the writings, fiction or non-fiction.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Benevolent
Even cobalt blackness can not remove
the sinister sins of his eyes. The satin smile
and silver tongue dramatically disguise
brutal insincerities and languid lies.
He tells filthy untruths while his pearlies
are gleaming, a surefire signal
that I shall earn a perilous parting gift,
compliment of life's follies.
At one point in my encounters, I believed
in his churlish charm, as he ruthlessly romanced
my inner sanctum, pulling and weaving
tremulous secrets forbidden to be postulated.
He emphatically emphasized that the wilted words
I blundered would be but a carefully amassed keepsake,
one that would be relished, respected, revered:
"never look a gift horse in the mouth."
I am afloat, running by the chain linked fence,
desperately eluding the molten monster
that nips ate my hazardous heels,
threatening to overturn my insides,
making hasty work of my evaporating soul.
I didn't foresee this mythical beast, coming hither
in your liquid demeanor, but you are hitherto.
and I abscond my fluent intuition, as I absorb
your audacious temper, used to steamroll
your way into timorous hearts, and abduct
brightened souls and disencumbered
lives, the ones that imprison mellifluous
confidence and bear witness to the meltdown:'
"those in glass houses..."
Before I was harmoniously disheveled, I escaped
your wicked wrath, and as I peer over my shoulder
I behold and sacred truth not previously encountered:
"I pray thee Lord my soul to keep."
you dissolve like a glimmering sunset,
fading like a waning sunflower on a scorched field
deplete of nourishment and moisture.
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