A Poised Positioning: A Place & Truth

A sanctioned, apoplectic, martyring of style
And substance for both parties…
For the sake of ironing the wrinkled clothing
On their stirrup-ed backs;
Suits, ties, and gowns a-glittering
A spectacle of nuance and gravity,
Behaving rather handsomely and radically,
Perpetuating a code-red narrative -
Indecency and capitalist concepts
A matter for industrious species
To vary their individual, inclement storylines.
These aggressive elites grabbing
And maintaining those elusive,
Indignant, higher standards of thinking
For the sake of people-focused
Embodiment which stridently
Misses the mark…

The danger of missing the mark
Is palpable;
A contemptible moment
Of majesty that forgoes the literal embarrassment
Of an inherent struggle
To communicate a respectful reciprocity
And analysis toward a constituent aplomb;
So filled with outrage, that even now,
Folks flock to the middle territory
Of that ambitious cauldron
Of climactic adventurism
And didactic infancy,
Of impudent, impeding command
Of statures of horror…

Periodic cracks in the pavement
Of this inherently godly landscape
Shall renew the fundamental fauna
And flora.
Humankind shall overcome
Those ineffective marriage proposals
Whose markings remain purposeful
And clear;

Let us allow the ledger to cleanse
Itself of that baleful and sorrowful distress
Of un-emboldened, spiritual decapitation -
A liar of such prospects and desires 
Does not purport to know
The truth or the alienation
Of this requisite
Inclusivity…