Forget the propaganda of the agenda’s
Life itself is bigger than the advertising anyway
While the bustling hustlers push for their promos
Hiding behind screens covered with homos (sapien)
To produce the atmosphere conducive for exploitations
Excuse my use of literary prowess to tweak you
As it searches me for a path to today's existence
It’s one of those living things that seeks breath and light
To abide in the world to which it hopes to appeal (my own)
As a worthwhile accommodation pleading me
To take the day as it presents itself on my own level
Without the upgrading volumes of nonsensical notions
That neither prove nor disprove the fabrications
Of illusions, forging delusions, amongst the masses
In wantonness, needing personalized human experiences
Battling ever after the motions of notions presented as life
Where living in a presentness is to be present in the now
As a citizen of humanity in need of it’s own humanity
Able to communicate without technology
Capable of movements impaired by directional tutorials
Reaching its own potential as a natural predecessor
Within the continuation of occupation among planetary activities
As I clean out all the unnecessaries of over inflated imaginatives,
Keep to the simplistics of ritual routines within day to day livings,
Uninterrupted or intruded upon by mortal steps of redemption;
Where no giant has ever stepped, no god has ever disclosed
And no man has ever trod on, this side or that, of heavens and hells.
Myself reaching down deep where the words of a million generations
Have pooled into contexts and pretexts of expressions
Lilted and littered to describe each another as wanted desires
And desires of the unwanted, stomping on the dreams of sanity
With over sized shoes, painted faces and silk scarves
Where the mastiffs of ingenuity are no longer expressions,
Rather repetitions, boarding the express ways of conformities.
Where I have played among the contents of pasteurized nouns
Forsaken the climb over established writing procedures
Dedicated to the wordlings of monumental predicates while
Dabbling in the puddles of non poetic procedures to produce
A variant of a muddled worded meringue that satisfies
The need of feastivities among my senses seeking refuge
Where it is allowed to expand and evolve as it wills to be present
Among the peoples for which it seeks to be a living part of
As a reality without reason or rhyme, only to be
Jade Jaspers
