Bright Morning

Bright morning, bright apparel.

Beautiful gait down the crude road;

Shoulders and head placed pretty high.

A brisk toil around the petty officers of unbleached hypocrisy

My spirit evaded my mind,

And me, fixated on wantonness;

Waiting for boredom to dissipate, as

Procrastination take possession of my spirit.

Having sent cognition to the play ground,

My retinas beckoned on the concierge for recess and distraction.

And my jolly eyes already consented to this gathering of perfidy.

Oh i begrudge you, you superfluous meeting!

Speeches and eloquence, like new lovers, teamed up to seek voices from trachea as they thread the olfactory paths.

Silence, mother of all listeners, mockers, and  guilt-stricken fellows, cowed our tongues into submission.

Like a coy draft-dodger facing the bench, an auto-search for alibis escaped his bastion breeding paranoia, obscurity and petty commands; please welcome the fear of shame.

Behind my desk, I basked in nothingness like a hermit.

Too many souls gasping for peace;

Peace burgled by injustice;

And Injustice perpetrated by fear and hypocrisy.

Unlike the torrential rain, how do we build a drainage system for our fears, especially when its relentless!

Like wounded wolves seeking revenge, tensed and chagrined sopranos came flying;

They flung themselves against one another, yet they seldom met.

Blood paced ragingly in veins and arteries, and we could hear them roar as oxygen fought to restrain their adrenaline.

Glory, they did not dare to witness the bright light.

 Still and tight, I held back breath from myself;

Then, I sought patience and prayers in a bid to dampen my visceral loathe and fury.

Even adjectives, similes, their homologues, and cohorts became restless as they roam my mind like lost dogs.

Yet tight and still, my breath reeks of forced taciturnity.

Promises, to me, like the the diamonds I'm  sharpening, should be treasured and kept.

In my head, I had a woven a myriad of lines for the unborn years, and shone a thousand stones for the jewel seekers.

When the bell came tingling,

I had been robbed of a few laughter.

A day without me in it.

I gathered my baggage and, like the methylated one, vanished in cold spirits.

I tried to smile, how unnatural.

I tried to talk, how superfluous.

I tried to forget, how unreal.

I tried to sing, the chords were drenched and  damn too cold.

My eyes smartened of unshed tears.

And my mind grew sick of caged feelings.

And my mouth became sour of unleashed venom.

What a heady influence patience had!

I was not cowardly, no!

I was not recalcitrant, maybe not!

I could not afford even the thinnest slice of injustice,

Nor could i the meekest niveau of hypocrisy.

I guess my id was just too loyal to mother superego.

Did they even know,

That they missed life while indulging fear,

And pleasing hypocrisy?

As all they thought they gained, vanished in the indemnity they paid to fear and hypocrisy.

To fear and hypocrisy, I am that mortal who you have tagged recalcitrant!