Tuesday, June 18, 2013

The Lady in Disguise

Early prevails, early assimilation.
Greetings of gentiality along with fineness!
A cup of destiny accompanying
Thy discrete and pervading Highness.

Dress me in thy righteous code,
Propriety! and sophistry too!
My salient companions of extremism
Befitting upon her relentless woo---

Flow, glisten--petal of exuberant beauty!
For implacable fanaticism is the light to see--
Do not dissolve the distinguishable, never!
And do not fall...between the idea and the reality.

From thine a blessed inheritance I receive!
Prescribed expectations with noted piety,
An impetus for insanity and vexing tension--
No recourse to adapt to beyond my destiny.

Displace her quickly! Hide her from me.
An absolute depravity quickly absolving--
She does not befit me.
But I hear her: this is the way to be free?


(This poem is in response to William Faulkner's consistent theme in his novels regarding the externalistic driven Southern moral code. Insenuated into the hearts of her occupants, the South's pervading coersion of expectations and duties has conflicted the hearts and minds of many who felt entrapped and enslaved to relent on in such despair. Some are unaffected without awareness of the code or it's inhibitions, while others have no skills to acclimate to another path other than that preceding through his/her line of blood. We consistently discover that one's greatest tragedy is the inability to transform amidst despair. Likewise, humanity's greatest sign of intelligence is illustrated as such: to adapt, to evolve, to endure.)