2005, Set Six

Five Ghazals by h e k s/lavish

• Idol
• Dialectical Cranium
• Mimesis of the Secular

• Recess-Regret . . . and the Aesthetic
• To Seek Out

• Editor's Comments

Idol

Gratitude upon its peak of unique attitude . . . that's a mood, a mode, h e k s is grown towards,
anew mentality happily aligned with a few, once misguided by slight cues—idle cycles of the idol

A type that likes to write, showcasing might, since no other achy mind's creating breaking lines,
taking time, tracing lines back, curves familiar to an Ancient Heart, patriarch of a most-needed idol

Innovate flagrant art, favorite part . . . Dr. Fallacy balancing his Ph.D off of signs vital, hymnal recital
over the body of a patient carved, once considered stable, to grave from cradle—for a disabled-idol

Accomplished, admonished—then switched jobs . . still get joshed to my astonishment most common,
atop the wonderlist—thinking that surrounding propositi could be gifted, yet listless—and still idolized

Therein lies the lie . . . meseems a seat of consciousness never learnt how use its limbs, still instead,
seeked-out on a thrill, drilled 'til suspense overwhelmed then killed its singular pash—that idol

Crack open the Bible, read the babble . . . take a suicide sip like Socrates, improperly caught disease,
philosophy improbable cause brought to its pause, by swallowing-in Halloween theology—thank the idol

Perhaps, a perfect mistake came to past . . . alas, re-emerged re-created wit' nerves never the same,
well-versed in Hell's Worth underneath her earth, backstage play with a groupie's skirt—the rock idol

A "Thomas" that doesn't run for cover, or doubting . . or getting pre-enshrouded, not a disciple,
mocked, 'specially when a rifle's cocked, god-bodied somebody in worship to an ill-gotten false idol

Independently direct, disturbing descendants . . . poking them with the peaceful end of an olive branch,
held extended by the helping hand—of an indolent sloth, who thought it quick to save its heritage idol

Heretic birth minus a purpose of genetics-depth embedded . . Death emerges out of its third personage
worse, it gets personal, Life-automatic, in reverse . . a slow ride in Pride's American Hearse for any idol

Brief exhaling, a relaxing release, patchouli-relief . . grief for ailing scented sailing incense to kindred
inhaling, Ahimsa unveiling descriptive entailing of onanism from a distance to a Jessica Simpson-idol

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Dialectical Cranium

This, to be considered a rendering to the "skully", keeping it gangsta or gully, while mentally fumbling
digestible dynamics of handling day-to-day problems becomes the ultimate purpose of being dialectical

Ethics come as thoughts bundled up in a bulky package . . . delivered ante meridiem fastest multi-faceted
state the claim, then pay a price, rate's the same—amazed, it's a medical device—still, keep it dialectical

Ramble on-and-on about the tidiest spots on the market, minus the bullseye and target—arrowheads
narrow, spread out, picking those to god-body, Cherokee in my blood differentiates . . . still dialectical

Found a hobby, starting tomorrow . . . advocate-spiritualists can see their enemy Aethetical dropping
bodies swifter than Socialists coming up with commodities off atop of lobbies, mode's dialectical

Zig-zag around spherical socialites, calculate digi-divinity, by having a quick hand hold an abacus credible
and have a kid, quizzically gifted with mental-calculus find himself in an imperfected practice—dialectical

My proverbial knife inflicted a wicked-system—a Christian bellows "Mark of the Beast!" suggestible
corpse of Iscariot on a Joshua Tree, bark of a creep, frail, lariat around his neck—man's dialectical

Official of government-branch grabbed utensil, penned-down missives, mailed 'em to my address
obvious, it'll elevate my individual suspense . . . nah, they're all penciled political, my letter's still dialectical

A choice between standing on a pinnacle in Israel, or a newly-developed rostrum in colossus-Rome,
convinced by a decide, independent, on my own, homicide to my clone—arose a dialectical fist

If analogic-h e k s is too much, alright—message is simple, American Academia's out of touch,
with intellectuals . . unlike Lust—therefore, G-String Divas should substitute and then, get kids dialectical

Achievement gaps lapsed, guessing upon a former inquiry . . perhaps, bereavement caps out Malthusian,
betterment for the veteran that never fell hook-line-and-sinker, they didn't heed the dialectical

Appearing ill, materialists . . . physically stripping self of self-proclaimed fame—then simply knelt at will,
an altar call, a halt to all, for those about to fall—or tossed into the Lost, chased perpetually dialectical

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Mimesis of the Secular

Task is simple, ripples tripled amount to a match, accountable batch—perplexed conceptual
h e k s, incredible—to a count of coulombs collected, provided for an energetic secularist

Mannerisms mattered, of the less, aneurisms patterned 'cause of stress . . . God instilled a kill animalistic
liquor delivered statistic—quicker, it's—the visitor, the liquid vividly to his liver—so one's secular

Solitude soluble, through a hollow-mood, almost dissolvable, deliquescent molecules seep low enough
fear of Death, despair stand—up hair follicles on his hands, appearing nearing his last breath secular

Therefore, Time is short . . . line-support, without reason nor rhyme, of course . . his mind's a sword
unsheathed, protective for—he, heathenistic, allured towards pleasure insidious—secular statistic

Casually balancing salary, higher-critical municipalities . . . divorce, then get alimony of a split matrimonial
phony of a ceremonial affair, elated dares, pheromonial-regulated elevated into an regular air so secular

Causality of effect—celebrated R.I.P. as 'memberance of recently departed artistic dismemberment
defect unusual suspect—then it's being a listless, person-of-interest, heckler in regrets to secular

Heroin, in a heroine's veins coursed its way, 'til Marilyn's insane without a care of kin—-in vain
so along with Elaine, collect stares of men as she bares her skin, give brains to the secular

Little Ms. Mistress Misfit misses hints of Ahimsa, since this habitat's proving to be beyond impractical
yet, able to adjust to, the new avenue—ecclesiastically, to those barriers deemed way too secular

Perspective surfaced—from, a third-personage on emergence with curse and mirth, anew-exorcist
Anti—type, to their kind of likeness, despite attempts at a "try", to define a highminded-secularist

Malcolm to Aethetic-separatist—in recess-cathect, behavior favored to suppress tri-lateralist regress
both of my pockets' full of neglect—extra credit, or merit to anyone who gets this message secular

Machinated schemes, pull a quick-Idiamin and get 'em out, utilizing an idea—of when and how
murder up, imagine natives murdered up fascinated—ever heard of a bullet hit a deracinated secularist?

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Recess-Regret . . . and the Aesthetic

What is the causality that entails this ease of breezy? . . . Predicaments predict a quick offense,
. . and it's intercepted—by my Brethren, sole meaning demeaning the being of Desmond's Aesthetic

Merit or credit gathering—taxed self-worth, purchase a sale—happily, run fingers through Hell's Purse,
temperament outburst—tantrum at random, watch Mommy get her dance on since abuse's aesthetic

9/11 is not a date to commemorate, but the moment in a day we alarmed any attentive paramedic,
parlayed a pair of medicine cabinets, heart-crazed surviving co-habitant on a aspirin regimen aesthetic

h e k s intrepid—known for sketchin' out plans, metaphor wars smack similes, Rap's Penalty,
guerrilas attack simply—C-4 packages attached to abdomens iconoclastic madness released aesthetically

Artillery in ink, a lesson of grip, my "less" of sin messed heavily with—bullets dealted pelted pelvises,
that kicking is reminiscent of Elvis's—nah, nerves reacted to words impacting, personal aesthetic

A hearse in rehearsal, a verb turned to a form that worsen the turmoil, clutch the crucifix for reversal,
Emily Rose just recently showed how spirits can descriptively get vivid for commercial aesthetic

Suggesting that Man's best scheme is to have a clandestine—automatics and banana clips equipped,
pull less strings—and a Blackberry for text messaging, a sidekick to soothe each other's aesthetic

Freed from social commentary encampments—footnoted surroundings under guise of enjambments,
run-ons evolved the sentence fragments—just be glad it's only shaped of javelins, my brief aesthetic

Give up?—Please, only a quitter queries—h e k s embittered—still, giver of hindered literaries,
remembered—as hard-hitters not like a tender aesthetic of finding identity of stripper fairy obituaries

Words never emulate, but somehow stimulate the inner-stem underneath propositi's skin—in wait,
hopefully, degree that it's raised to won't rest at a temperature that'll disintegrate favored aesthetics

No demand for ill miniatures, my way of command to literature, ministered mechanical and sinister,
catalogs of Hannibal—experiment familiar merriment—in linear, inferring an Aethetic aesthetic integer

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To Seek Out

Inclined, when my mind's fluent . . just-minded, in the form, of a rhyme—in it's truest
one of a kind, limelight-abusive—divine diamond-shaped flatline enlivened on a soul-seek

Theoretician under a bettered-system—whether isms are clevered, or severed . . whatever
if ever, grammarians favored themselves in behavior congruent to rheotericians seeking same endeavors

Perhaps, h e k s should allow the physical to pass off its characteristics as character initiates
should the Atma appreciate—or, at least, wait 'til it's right to seek transcendent towards Devachan

Cavort on average poet's conveyor belt accurate speeds, adapted, increase on maximums Acuras reach
instrument—cease and desist existence when hand impact cracks to clavicles of those who seek

Psychoanalysts confront the fact they can't handle somnambulists that comprised mathematics in sleep trances
and took chances, on careful dances wit' the Biblical Dragon heady passive seeking sadness

My weapons are massive . . . wordy, and in a shape ready to accelerate Hellish-rage like warheads
taking off it's limit, atop of my head's a launchpad . . . street-philanderer seeking out pessimistic expanders

An offer consumed, properly proferring affronted by a scoffer's improper mood at a time inopportuned
causes tossed got accosted and anonymous, lost prophet on a word disturbed seeked and tweaked

Sabbatical-horrorscope . . . classical—and—beseemingly ecclesiastical to partake in Eucharist-rituals
my spiritual, never deaded—neglected nor protected as we seek to be aligned to a Godly-mind

Madness—and that holier-than-thou mindset even got non-Arabs mad-strapped . . blackened
status of mentality on its objective to collect casualties off the causality they seek on

Penuries—affinities unrepented for—tally-up injuries resembling enmity deposited to President Kennedy
conflict of sympathy sends a company that seeks theoretical entities to empty energies instantly

Theosophically state my sentiments of unalloyed bliss as a favored-persona amongst the emanate
and reverse, rewind, 'til h e k s is re-defined as Daddy Osiris that Egyptologists seeked to find

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Editor's Comments

h e k s' ghazals display an oral grounding that gives them their individual flow. These ghazals are a rich weave of sounds, images, allusions, comments, ideas . . .

When I first read these ghazals, I thought immediately of Melvin B. Tolson, whose use of word-play, allusion, and flowing rhynes resembles h e k s' poems. (I don't know whether Tolson is an influence on h e k s, but I suspect so.)

My second thought on reading these ghazals, of course, was music. Not just hip-hop, not just an MC spitting rhymes, but other genres: free-form jazz (perhaps because I've been listening to Ornette Coleman) and the genre-bending sounds of a band like Liquid Soul, whose sound includes horn-choruses, swing, be-bop, hip-hop, and, I'm sure, others that I don't recognize.

I recommend reading these poems aloud. As any poem, really, should be read aloud, but expecially these. Teaching literature, I've been told by students that some poems didn't make sense to them until I read them aloud. (The students could read them aloud for themselves, of course.)

The poems mingle different types of diction and references to a variety of cultural areas. For instance, in "Idol," the diction ranges from "ahimsa" (Sanskrit for nonviolence) to Jessica Simpson, from Socrates to "American Idol."

There is a strong cultural/social/political criticism in these ghazals as well, but done with word-play, sound-play. Perhaps, instead of "criticism," the best word would be "reflections" or maybe "provocations." I don't see an organized systematic point-of-view in the poems so much as an attitude that challenges the reader to respond.

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