Pretending to be Blind

They come in orbits
Of discarded eye sockets
Of cauterised bleeding runs;
Silent pleas of morbidity.
Plagues of infected victims
Leading lonely loveless lives
Simultaneously scream sardonically.
Vitals vieled vicariously
Through thorough theatrics
Of obvious oblique offenses
Taken from lines of informality.

While the forces of projectile
Vomit spray chunked particles
Of intent, sown in cautioned words,
Disregarded or seen as flexible,
Discontented perforated holes
Miss infrared tracking missiles
Locked on to no beginnings;
Guarded walls of inflexibility;
That hateful order.

Stained hands keeping
It in its trajectory,
Pretending to be blind
To the possibilities.

Our Faces

Release tumbling in questions,
Of ceaseless crumbling simulations,
Of yes or no answers,
Of truth be told or lies in bold,
Of confirmation or conflagration,
Of previously preconceived notions.

Is judgement sought after
When attention is asked for,
Is judgement’s existence nullified
In the ones that fuel acceptance.
While it unanimously cries
To prove us otherwise;
Hideous wiles for the sake
Of intoxicated inflations
Of cognitive function.

Is the search located in that space
Of scathing moral bastions
Catapulting inculpating
Tar smothered boulders
In our faces.

While the wielders
Hold the answers.