The sleep that never seems to come
Drifting away on unconscious fears
Desires unsaid and forgotten.
Awaking within the time without,
A voice to scream the thoughts
Scrambled words and pieces.
Puzzles scattered throughout
Linking the chaos of I,
Shrouded in the shadows,
Of silent soliloquy.
Xenophobia is Xanthopsia
A yellowing of the vision,
A blur in the yearning of sight.
Yesteryear is spotted
With speckles of Xanthosis
Littering the lepers.
Cast out collisions with
Vacant expressions of guilt
Carved in their cheeks.
Crooked smiles of regret
Beam harshly
Tortured by the distortions.
Shallow reflections of unsought beauty
Seen as hideous revelations
Reviled and unseemly.
What fate is this?
We cry in our quaking breaths…
Is this civilization?
If so, I am a Xenophobe.
Wistfully I write of wayward wraiths
Wailing of whispers wrought
By wizards woefully wasted.
Whatever weather it is
Whether I would wish
While writhing in willful weight.
Weighed by wild whims
I watch without wealth
Nor with wreaths of winter.
Wilting wit wanes
Waters of wages unwed.
Veritable virtues verified
As vibes of virgin vessals
Veer from vacant vestiges.
Viscous vaccinations vex
Even veteran vixens
Voluntary villains of vanity.
Verily vigilant vandals
Vegetate the verge
As vegans of the valueless.
Vacate the village,
Vanish from Valhalla,
Viva la Van Halen.
Undeserving urchin
Unentitled to undertakings unearthed
As underlings of the underground uprising.
Unmarked unions
Uniting under unfairness
Utilizing usurpation to undermine uniqueness.
Unsuspecting uncouth
Unkind use of unanimous upper-class unity
Uttered in undertones uplifted by ushers.
Unlit underpinnings
Untied and undone.
Tantalizing trails of tension,
Twine twisted and turned
Torn tendrils of timber trembling.
Transfigured temptations trapped
As tribute before tribunals
Traded as tripe tokens.
Travesties traversing through telemetry
Tricking tolerance into treason
Trolling thespians of truer trades.
Training telescopes on tidbits
Tripping those who tarry,
Transfixed on tenacious trivia.
Telling traits of torment
Trigger traumatic theatrics
Transferring traces of time.
Tolls tempered into threads,
Transformed to timid trails.
Someday soft slumber will slip
Slowly succumbing to sweetness
Symbiotic with our soul.
Snowy stretches of shadowed slate
Symbolize sacredness
Sanctity in solitude of sleep.
Shepherds of sentient slaves
Slighted by subtle subterfuge stand,
Swayed by sly structures.
Yet, suddenly struck with sentiment
Soldiers shuck shackles
Soldered in strategy.
Sabotage and systematic sterilization
Synergistic sacrifice and supplication
Straggle stragglers in a slaughter.
Solitary Shiekhs shout in supposition
Silence stops the shaking stumps.
Someday soft slumber will slip
Slowly succumbing to sweetness
Symbiotic with our souls.
Resisting rest I rise
Recalling the ramblings,
Ravings readily reachable.
Reminiscing on reconstructions,
Recycled remembrances relived,
Recounted, and rebuked.
Recovered residue of riff raff
Revealed as rivers
Removed from restitution.
Reminders of a reassurance
Regulated by reapers
Resorting to remediation.
Recovered recognition
Renovated to replace
Residential relinquishment.
Readily releasing remnants
Refreshing reanimated
Remains of our recent roles.
Referred to as rights
Our religious requirement
To retire in residue.
Quiet quotients of quality
Quell and quarter
Queasy queens of quantity.
Questioning the quotes
Quarry quite quickly
Questing in qualms.
Paralysis pursues potent poisons
Passing potential premonitions
Preconditioned to precision.
Percussive pants of preoccupation
Pain the paths of piercing pitch
Proving providence a ploy.
The plot perceived as penance,
Payment for prior probation,
Presents problems of possibility.
While patient prisoners petition
Proving predispositions
Predestined to preside.
Psychotic psalms of peasants
Praise politics as portrayed
Purified by proxies procured.
Playing the part
As puppets presidential
Pathetic pedantic pageantry.
Moonlit Poetry 