…..A provoking post to contemplate how we use words to live our lives, and
how we may unknowingly allow, others’ words to affect our living…
It is ever more confusing,
To discern truth in words’ turning,
As truth finds its place,
This way and that,
Among the layers of vanity’s clothing.
Are we not to some alluring degree,
Uniquely, merchandising words,
And are they not profiting vanity’s mirror
By our aspiring and personalized,
Pursuits of focused and augmented character?
What genre of identity fervor
Is turning Rhetoric’s wheel?
Is it’s cast,
Truly evolving intelligence,
Which, should improve life,
Is the dye, we’ve merchandised,
Cultivating one-upmanship and better than,
Cloaks of knowledge to false wisdom’s heights?
Have we crafted the wheel with,
For the intent of creating,
To inflate our self awareness engine,
To judge the clothing of others opinions,
Or, to induce belief systems of ideology’s flavor seasonings,
Or, do we sincerely turn the wheel with,
The cleansing words of truth’s direction?
What is the state of word consciousness,
And how are we using it,
To effect our living?
Are the goals we have as humans,
So uncommonly to be ones,
Only, of personal achievement’s intention?
If so, is this need for self actualization,
Causing our own expenses to life?
By such use of words,
Can we see what we forfeit in human relating?
What steam turns circumference?
What fire speeds the spokes of voices?
What highway guides the movement
Of thought processes?
Look at the map’s intersections.
They are questions,
On the state of life’s consciousness.
To discern the trip tic,
Of psychological dust left
By our unique imprint of footsteps,
One must navigate truth,
Through a circuitous combustion of words,
An Incendiary yet personalized, educational architecture
Of the dictionary’s adjectives, nouns and verbs.
The ancient ways,
In our DNA,
Ready to ignite truth and purity’s interplay,
Articulated by the intention
Of our free will “say,”
And by truth’s sunlit octane,
One can most assuredly,
Drive rhetoric’s wheel creatively,
And most especially plain as day.
Consciousness has become a gaming of words,
Huge bursts of plays on life,
Word strings that ring with the bling,
Of competition’s highest point of gaming.
Does the real affect
Of the gaming of words,
The ability of humans to parlay,
The light of truth through the mixology
Of word phrasing?
Are we not caught up in such hybridizing,
Of word strings,
Of thought form propagation?
And is this merchandising of words,
For our very own front and center purpose?
We reach out over political platforms,
And media soapboxes,
Why are themes of life so glorified
In such arenas?
To gloriously behold the speaker,
Who then induces the idea of beholding,
As an elite way of seeing life,
Within the population?
We have become
So full of pomp and circumstance,
Vanity cloaks that cover the simple,
Warm and frail,
A celebrated fluff
Over everyday Americans.
How do we sift through such story lines,
Such identity sighs,
Manipulating and controlling neck ties¹,
Deceptive word seductions, spiraling,
Sensational claims to life.
The state of rhetoric’s wheel,
Is brightly burning light,
A light so strong,
Does one not see,
What is happening to,
The consciousness of life?
©2015 C. E. Eksuzian, all rights reserved.
¹The meaning of the words, “neck ties,” in this line, refers to the non gender use of vocal power, male and/or female.