Thoughts
Takeover
The game is in.
Silent movements in the green
A conqueror’s blend
Infiltration of garbage
That seeks to further divide
The lumpenproletariats
And the world consumed
With petty bourgeois’s pride
Living the 21st Century crave
I walk the delusional maze.
Under dollar motivation
We’re drenched with the idea.
That it will fix our situation
I Am Not The Source
Trapped in the obligating shift
That I captured in a glass bottle
Then threw off the cliff
The mischievous trip
Is wrapped with a gift
That controls fancy imagination
Written for us
Then destroyed for participation
A systematic disguise
That seeks to attract us
And then smack us
Like flies
One must understand:
I am not the source
But today, I surrendered.
I am the corpse.
Zenithal
Never disown hope
In the swallow of storms
Give up the recitation
Of all previous forms
I was an affirmation
Firm in someone’s grip
Hidden under doorways
Now I’m about slip
Reminders of destitution
Reaching for solutions
Never disown hope
In the swallow of storms
Give up the recitation
Of all previous forms
Give the revolution
Take your hands from the die.
I never give up.
One must see the sky
I captured the vision.
new world inside my eye.
Keenan Mosley is a skincare consultant and poet living in Chicago. His poems range in theme from dramatic love to fierce politics.