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Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

The 996th Poem

Fulfilled fantasies and legitimate realities…you do know how to please…
Are you listening to my voice of longing and yearning?
No, don’t backstab me with your broken promises…stop being a horrid tease…
Do not worry, Lord, I am still constantly…learning…

God is here…

I’m scared, so unprepared… my flames are flared…
I’m impaired by depression wars I have fought over the years
Just a hair, faced this nightmare and no one cared
Slayed by the mocking sanity of society…reduced me to tears…

Healing is near…

Exceedingly exasperated by your empty empathy 
Vacant stares flood the room in despair and envy
I adore you, you’re my door of countless opportunities and yet, time flies
Play me on the radio again and again and you’ll find where your heart lies 

Don’t worry, dear…

Rising in the moment of remarkable letdowns
I had a miscarriage of misery a long time ago
You blew up my cellphone with texts, calls and happy frowns
I can do this, I have done this before, I…know…

Cower away from sheer fear that veers the head…don’t let it appear…
 
Yank away from my dreams…
Turn me on with your musical talents and interests alike
Broken by the useless seams…
Ride me like your favorite, childhood bike…I let go of the mic

Therapeutic aftershocks draw near to me…honey, don’t shed a tear…

Get off of my chest, heart attacks of our love from below above
I’m chasing the water under the bridge over you, can’t you sea? No possibly…no possibility…
Can’t you just leave me be?
I swear without cussing, I was being sincere with my speech you knew not of
My flow is far from yours, so don’t intertwine with my flow of ecstatic me, in need of being free
Can’t you leave my side for now?
Just leave my presence somehow…

Jealousy is key to the gates of selfish ambition, so don’t have the spirit of jeer

You served as a distraction more or less
Sorry I got you in this hell-heaven of a mess
Everything can last a while, but not forever
It is impossible to say what is on my mind whatsoever
I’m a Positive Poe and a Silly Seuss all over again…so, cheers! 
Raise up your wine cups and bubblin’ beers…

My request is to kiss your lips, so warm and lovely
In my tamest dreams, I’ve looked all over for you…you were lying on stones and stix
I am raptured in this love affair; barely breathing, baby...
Do it again…do it again – the verbal abuse is a bruise I fix…you are as hard as billion brix

Going Justin Beiber on you...disappointed, you scoot away from me…drove me to laughter tears…

Plastic reality can’t undo what has happened to me in the past…I’m the mast in Antarctica, left behind at last 
It is the captive soul that needs some healing…I seek something more than what meets the eyes
You are Australia and I am America…opposite directions…we drifted our separate ways oh so vast and fast
Cast away this sorrow from my sullen cheeks and these eyes that are like mood rings daily…it’s best if you don’t ask your what’s and why’s

Instead, you go Lady Gaga on me – good one! At least I’m not going Demi Lovato on you, my wandering deer

Wipe away these lament drops from my cloudy eyes
Because they won’t even consider my cry for help, but hopeless like withered kelp 
Ripen me with radiance and reveal to me no sly lies
No vulgar talk please…he speaks genuine words and hear my helpless, muffled yelp 

If I was your man, I’d be the happiest man alive…like Rihanna that arrives in Los Angeles for the first time…I’m getting it on poetically and popically up in here

I got you in chains in my heart…you feeling it? Are you ready? Do I need to feed you regretti?
You ain’t coming out of my ribcage
Try to plan an escape route…just try and give up already…here’s a celebrated fail with confetti
You make me feel this painless rage

I bit my Cyrus Tongue…hold your tongue before the fire consumes all…or if you whisper it in my ears, you’ll reduce me to ashes...nowhere to roam it appears…

You shelter me with laughter and peace disaster
I don’t understand the words you utter, but I know it screams out those hear-me-out’s
I can’t make out how we made it through this hardship that has torn us asunder 
My ears will listen to you acutely, so I’ll be your butter on warm toast when you let out your desire shouts

Killing me alive by your sensual and passionate nature that give me dream infatuationmares…my obsession towards you is dastardly, disturbingly serpentine to my evanescent heart of stone in a sight’s gleam

I need saving, for I am caving…fell victim to lustful, ugly craving
It takes me to levels of languishing hopes
I know I was unfaithful and misbehaving…force-fed your raving 
My voice of angst anguish…it still mopes

I know my rights and wrongs…
Catastrophe connection lost its link and my positivity peace is in the brink of spring – so, in winter, I sing these sad, sad songs

I was the class clown…in pointless, humor town 
Now, I’m the loner in class
Let’s not categorize others and put everyone down 
I am lost in a multitude alas

Inside and out, I have the hearts for you… and you had no clue
Through silence and shouts, I’m blue without you… so true…

I freaked out suddenly…
It puzzled me and bewildered you too…I’m sorry for my cyber-outburst
Dating goes bad madly…
Needed you really badly, but you were…oblivious of it, it seemed at first

Whistling to myself in a blissful moment of musical, magical muse…
I speak mindlessly with my imaginary friends and it’s amusing because I have some good and bad news…
My Silly Seuss released from my writing of childish conniving
Emerge from the volcanic vanity, scorching…warped-up writhing… 
After being verse-tracked, I have some good and bad news: 

I passed for being the biggest loser on Earth
I failed on being a good leader…
Mirth gives birth to a rebirth of faith hearth 
Okay, fine…I’ll be a follower…

Remember, I am titaniumb and I am Rated R for Recovery 
December, the month in embers…January is a new discovery

Hang on the ceiling, chandelier fear 
The spotlight is on me…once and for all…
After all I’ve said and done, I’m of cheer
Because I fear no more…996th poem, y’all…

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Terry O'Leary | Details |

Now And Then And Now Again

                   1
Though still within our infancy,
we strive and thrive, but woefully 
we flash and flaunt our 'primacy',
display our trophies pridefully.
 
Our terra firma ecstasy
destroys the planet's harmony,
lays waste to life within the sea,
and all in name of vanity.

Who dares our spheroid's symmetry
by doubting Nature's regnancy
defying laws, like gravity,
affirms a fatal fallacy…

for, centered on the 'world of we',
we feed our vain insanity
on thoughts beyond eternity -
seems strange when looked at cosmically.

Perchance there is no remedy
for those in shadow's prophecy -
unless we handle skillfully,
as clay we'll pay the penalty.

                   2
The Moguls rule with cruel decree,
control the crowds like puppetry,
pursuing greed addictively
with no accountability.

The winds, they reek of Royalty
(that's bathed in  suds of treachery)
and blow across the peasantry
left gasping in their pungency.

The Queen, so steeped in snobbery,
sits, preening proud Her pedigree,
on throne of ash and ebony
while sipping Sekt immodestly;

to sate Her Regal Majesty,
a caviar clad canapé
is served with golden cutlery
by maidens bent submissively. 
 
The King is bailed from bankruptcy
by Knaves who hoodwink artfully
the down-and-outer evictee
who wallows in their lenity.

Forsooth, the Money Monarchy
ordains the dollar dynasty
portending highway robbery
by Peacocks plumed in finery,

for Jesters and the Fools agree
to dabble in duplicity
while stripping masses witlessly.
Long live the peon's penury!

                   3
To justify the oddity
that one plus one is sometimes three,
one reaches to theodicy,
takes paths of circularity.

In bygone trials of travesty
the doubters, draped in blasphemy,
endured the pain and agony
inflicted by the papacy.

Inspired by the Trinity
fanatics bent cosmology
in geocentric fantasy
while Bruno burned for heresy;

and aged  women, fruitlessly
(while racked and wrenched), begged clemency
from justice framed in infamy,
but set ablaze for witchery.

That epoch of credulity
(when savants fostered sorcery
and practiced ancient alchemy)
arose in dark age quackery

as clerics dripping piety
(while raging, raving rabidly)
pervaded thralled society
with callous inhumanity;

'repent', they bellowed, 'verily,
forsake the world's iniquity,
live lives of want and chastity,
and give your gelt to God through me'

                   4
The Masters make a mockery 
of freedom and democracy
by holding down the uppity,
released from shackled of slavery,

now fettered in a factory
else strewn across the Bowery,
still chained in bonds of bigotry,
immersed in seas of poverty.

And colliers, tapping balefully
in sunken-mine solemnity,
yet thrum a mournful monody
some call the digger's elegy.

To children, pale and raggedy
(behind a day of drudgery),
the boss man, oh so gallantly,
presents a penny, niggardly;

though some are fed (belatedly),
their eyes recede in apathy 
while bellies swell, inflatedly,
with mothers watching, wretchedly.

When met with health adversity
or broken bone infirmity,
the pauper dangles helplessly
with no  insurance policy;

and those  engulfed in lunacy
are ailing blobs left floating free
through psycho-dream obscurity -
a dire death row odyssey.

Forgetting mankind's unity,
our rich and poor dichotomy
breeds empty doomed finality,
eventual nihility.

                   5
Just as in days of chivalry,
wild warriors fighting forcefully
bring freedom neath the gallows tree
while blending blood and burgundy

to toast the slaughtered enemy,
or else convince the colony
to cede with smile on bended knee
and yield her diamonds, silk and tea.

At first they call the cavalry
and then again the infantry,
so proudly primped in panoply,
and armed from finest armory

(embraced in hands so tenderly),
inflict benign atrocity -
but soon atomic weaponry
will cancel our posterity.

                   6
Misusing high technology
(to feed the face of gluttony)
depletes our Rock of energy,
now slowly dying thermally.

Our gadgets breathing CFC
fuel ozone holes' immensity 
while cloud bursts, raining acidly,
wilt woods in their entirety,

and rivers, tainted chemically,
polluted biologically,
refill our cups methodically
and drown our souls organically.

Adjusting genes mechanically 
may well blot out the bumble bee
annulling fruits' fecundity,
but brings big bucks reliably.

We wager perpetuity
to revel  momentarily
in shadow-like obscurity
ignoring the futility,

but if we bet unknowingly 
on fickle fate's contingency
and thereby act haphazardly
we're doomed to lose the lottery.

                   7
The mildly mad bureaucracy
so often lacks coherency
when raping rules abundantly
but offers no apology. 

They paint the past in reverie
when, slyly comes the tendency 
to take away our privacy	
which paves the way to tyranny.

With earlobes lurking furtively
that listen surreptitiously,
and eyeballs peering doggedly,
we've lost our mental sovereignty,

and those who dare to disagree
must hide away in secrecy
else perch in penitentiary
with water board anxiety.

                   8
Yes, sans responsibility,
our marble in this galaxy
will crumble in catastrophe
ere ever reaching puberty…

Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Laura Breidenthal | Details |

Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 26

From that day on and forward,
I began to see the wretchedness my God had warned me of
He cursed the Lord wholeheartedly, for inflicting yet another agony on him,
In his well he called The Prison of Plot,
He spat the grounds and laughed at random intervals,
Then the next moment, screaming at the top of his lungs in sheer madness
Dragging his face on the walls of the well, he gurgled, and growled,
He bared his teeth at his gargoyles,
And grinned the next moment, 
So tickled by the fact that none knew his thoughts,
Simultaneously so angered that none could stand before him,
And claim they knew his inner commotions,
His secret knowledges, and his accelerating vastness of existence
And to exist in his presence! 
To witness his every move,
Should bring one to incomprehensible awe
Perhaps he knew not at that moment that I recognized well his excruciating prides
And his fervent, wholly selfish frustrations. . . . 

This was the devil I had thought I knew,
This thrashing beast, full of darkness and hatred,
Spitting obscenities at his minions,
Laughing at their impotence….
This was the devil I was sure I would find here….
Back then,
Suffering as I was
A pitiful thing
Afraid of the dark,
Hesitant of the light….

Cross-legged on the floor,
I lowered my head,
Deep in the recesses of my hopes
I could not bring myself to sing,
So I prayed ardently for joy to sprout,
Prayed for the secret strength I know existed,
Within me, and the Prince. . .
If not in him alone,
We together…

But his cause was not lost in my sight,
Nor in my bleeding heart, 
No matter the ache of his hatred,
Or the burns of his insults against me

“I may be bound in the chains of your righteous God,” Muttered the mighty Devil,
Spitting violently on the steaming grounds,
“Though rest assured, I hear all, e’en your despondent thoughts….
Your restless fears….your doubt of yourself….birthed from the recalcitrant womb of evil,
I am not ashamed, oh Spirit, oh temptress, and you should not be either!”  

“Please…” 
The word fell from my mouth like a droplet of rain,
Evaporating to steam when hitting the ground

He laughed deep and darkly, locking eyes with me
“You will find no softness to either end of this sword,
Nor to the future you deny available to you,
Can you not see that you are here,
For one purpose, and one purpose only,
Not only to understand me—no it cannot be,
You wish to save me!!!” 
He laughed louder, the well booming with his voice,
Running through me and surrounding me
“You wish to save me
From the decision etched in stone
Fire-searing, unmovable decisions
Vowed from the natures you dare to change!
You have come to change me—yet
Again, I only change you!
With the same idea of saving what you think you have lost!
I have not changed one bit,
Perhaps the snake hides its plot,
Perhaps the dragon possessively protects its plunder,
You are the only one changing before me
I just wait for you—for you to abandon reason,
To abandon thought, to let descend your wildest dream,
The very dream that brought you here to me
The very dream that lives in your incomparable mind….”

His words were laced with satirical ire, 
And saturated in kaleidoscopic pains only one with access to light could witness 

“You await the sound of my voice,” I began,
“You await the shape of my words,
Every vowel and every consonant,
So that you may tear it apart in your matchless claws.”  
I spat the ground, incredulously at first, and then with joy at the look of shock in his eyes 
My jaw tightened with conviction,
My heart flowed with perception

“I have changed you,
Do not try to lie to me, slippery beast,
Bash your head once more upon these pitiless walls, 
Make your minions and gargoyles crackle and cringe at your fury,
Laugh and cry out in anguish,
Burn the daylight out of my sorrows,
Crawl upon me and singe the very vocals declaring the glory from up above,
In silence or in sound,
All glory is to spill on God!
The end is the end,
If you wish not to exist in the conclusion,
I will be not be desolate without you,
He grants peace and joy to those who serve Him
Can you not see this is not for you alone, oh wretched, confident dragon?
Can you not see this mercy and relief I offer you,
To fulfill my duties of Agape love? 
I am not your Temptress, I am your benefactor,
Inspired by the Spirit to move you 
If it is too late, than so be it! 
Leave me with my God you hate till the days depart from us,
Till the moment I climb out of this well with HIM and not YOU,
A transformed being with a stronger conviction than ever
You cannot deny that mankind has changed you! 
That the Spirit in me and of my God affects you,
That this light is around you
Just as this darkness is 
If you cannot let the light in,
If you will not let it in,
You can never let me in…..”

He grimaced, the thought of me leaving the well fracturing his thoughts,
My words flowing like waters, not processing fully in him, but drowning in him
He was looking at something distant beyond me
But as I knew, very well,
He could not stop the fact that he heard every word,
And he could not change it,
He could not make it what he wanted,
He could think what he may,
But they were rightful words,
They were from my voice
And into his ears
That, in torture, always hear

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by John Hamilton | Details |

Modus operandi of psychopaths and sociopaths

Modus Operandi of psychopaths and sociopaths

They are all around us, seeking to destroy us,
if not to kill us, to maim us, for life
physically, mentally, emotionally
morally, financially.

They are the psychopaths and sociopaths!

Now psychopaths are rare indeed, as they
are human but do not possess human qualities
such as compassion, empathy, humility,
or have a faculty of conscience.

Psychopaths are those who make the news
as genocidal leaders, serial killers, 
mass murderers, and so on.

Sociopaths are more common, actually
they are all around us, in our workplaces,
online, in our social groups, they are usually
the high achievers, CEO's, upper management
leaders in every way.

Now I'm not saying all leaders, CEO's etc are 
sociopaths, just that sociopaths seem to flourish
among their peers. Although really they don't feel
that they have any...peers that is. 

Much like psychopaths, sociopaths have a very high ego,
and IQ , but they do not reveal it easily, often they
use false humility, flattery and slander to lull their so called peers
into submission. To achieve their goals as status seekers, 
they will say or do almost anything, as their own ego propels them in their
silent aggression.

Predators in general, in the animal world, exist in two,
really three forms. 

1. The predator that is fierce and strong, and has 
no fear of anything else, even if it's prey is obviously
bigger and stronger, it rises to the challenge, usually
bringing along back up support, or his posse, 
or gang member, eg Lions, or wolves working in packs
or teams against Wildebeest, Moose, Elephants etc.

2. The predator that kills a weaker prey by aggression, and subtle tactics,
overpowering that one. The predator usually picks the weaker
ones, the slower ones, as they really don't want to work that hard.

3. The carrion eaters, these really are the lazy ones, they wait for 
someone else to do the hard work, the kill, then they try to take
advantage by arriving in packs to get their share.

Humans can be similar in a way, as they can be very animalistic 
in their behaviours as is evidenced by the cowardly attacks seen
recently in France, Belgium, and now in Orlando.

The modus Operandi of both Psychopaths and Sociopaths is
manipulation and control, fraud, lying, slander. Manipulation of unsuspecting
people and circumstances, to gain the trust of their prey, until they get 
what they want from the prey, then they are discarded like used toilet paper.

Fraud is seen by master manipulators, con men, who steal by fraudulent means
from unsuspecting victims, their life savings. They are predators also, they may not 
kill, but they do take away a life, of security and hope.

Lying and slander are employed by the sociopath to achieve his/her goals.
Anyone who is wise to them, and their evil schemes, gets destroyed by
lies and slander. This is as old as the devil using the serpent in the Garden of Eden.
And really how fitting is that, as we have seen on the news lately, how boa constrictors have killed their owners, as they have gained their trust over the years, and then one day, instead of playing, they kill by suffocating their unsuspecting prey/owner/friend.

What is the solution? For now, we must be ever vigilant, not to the point of paranoia, but be observant about suspicious behaviour.
Evil now potentially lurks, in our backyards, in our homes, at school, at work, online, everywhere. Everywhere we go we could be a potential victim. Sometimes evil
things happen to good people who are in the wrong place at the wrong time. God sees everything, and he can undo, all the damage done by evil persons.

The war between good and evil, has been raging for thousands of years
as the offspring of the Devil, and the offspring of God, battle it out to the end.
The ruler of this world is a Diabolical Spirit who promotes his evil agenda, and facilitates his evil plan, manipulating all levels of society today, like a puppeteer
manipulates his puppet. Sometimes even makes his puppet talk(serpent in garden of Eden). 

The thing, is the world is under the control of this diabolical organized crime boss. He has his system designed to look good but they are just false fronts, like a legitimate business, laundering the money from ilicit drugs etc.
That is why there is so much hypocrisy in organized religion, corruption in politics, and governments, and also in business, and society in general. That is why the world is slowly sinking into moral degradation, and debauchery, that has not been seen for centuries. That Sinister Spirit is now controlling the minds of the impressionable youth, inducing them to commit atrocities against humanity. What other explanation makes sense?

The good news is, Good(God) wins over evil(Devil) notice how the words fit together?
All we must do, is imitate the personality of God in our daily life, thus identifying ourselves as his children, and doing his will not our own. Then we put ourselves in line to be eyewitnesses of the end of evil for all time! Psalm37:10,11

John Derek Hamilton
June 14,2016






Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Robert Amure | Details |

The Lay of The Best Man - Part 4

The Lay of The Best Man - Part 4

I ask you this: Have you ever known a man to ‘buckle under stress’?
Or have you never seen a man have a ‘moment of madness’?
Have you not heard about the unfortunate Child Physician.?
Lynch-mob [illiterate] shout “Paedo!!”… at a Paediatrician?!?!
Have you never heard of the man who acted upon ‘voices’ in his head?
May be true, may be false, who knows? But he’s left another… dead!


Where are all your Psychiatrists? Surely the world should be safer!
They claim to understand man’s mind so that we do not ….suffer.
Where are all your …..Psychologists - to prevent the incessant rot?
Have they not simply compounded the demise of your lot?
Tell me: of what good is the skilled Physician that has just saved a life…
Only to drive recklessly …..and then kill another man’s wife?


Look at the ‘nice’ man right beside you, and please confirm my advice.
Is he sexist/racist/homophobic or xenophobic? Call that ‘nice’?
Any form of hatred or bigotry exposes man to vitiated practise
All forms of prejudice renders the mind to miscarriages of justice.
The Road to Perfection may be arduous and impossibly long
But the Road to Perdition is a short-cut to where the Damned belong.


I’ve seen men baulk at good advise with sheer revulsion.
The truth of my words will be made manifest by their very reaction.
They shall think me sanctimonious and await my downfall
Or wish me harm and set their traps to defeat my life-protocol.
Come ‘Dies Irae’, I shall be triumphant, ‘Deus Volente’
‘Initium Sapientiae Timor Domini’ ……that, surely, is my stay!


I’ve seen men cold and calculating they orchestrate violence
Any scapegoat will do, to this end, they manipulate evidence.
Taking innocent lives, they have bayed lustfully with the pack
For fun, sport, or revenge, unjustly thrill in beastly attack.
With merciless disregard for person or property, they blight.
Dishing out ruthlessness, whether victim be in the wrong - or right.


All is not well with the world yet most flatly refuse to see the worst in mankind.
This just proves that both they and the rabble are truly one-of-a-kind.
They live life as though everything is fair - as in a ‘quid pro quo’ bazaar
The ‘Extraterrestrial’ asks "How are things?"; they reply: comme ci comme ca…
May I please suggest a tete-a-tete and insist: ‘come, Sir, …come see’….
All is not as it seems, for man’s first love is for ‘self’,  and not for humanity! 


Why do so many still denigrate a woman and take her for granted?
Despite what you say, deep within many, I know it’s been indoctrinated.
She may seem strange to you, but maybe you’re just as strange to her!
She is your equal …and ‘respect’ is not the preserve of one gender over another.
You may think you are big and mean, but it doesn’t mean she’s weaker …. cowed.
Her spirit is much more stronger, therefore you cannot break her! Coward!


Can a woman do what she wants with her body? Of course! Why kick up a stink??
Can a girl wear heels and dress all in pink? That’s her choice. What do you think??
Should she be able to walk in safety at all hours - in skimpy dress? Ideally: Yes.
Should she be comfortable with her gender without duress? Definitely! What else?
These things that she does, are never the problem and never a crime. That’s fact.
The many problems and crimes that disrupts her life are mainly men!!! …How they act.


There can be no argument that there are a few good men - very few indeed.
Those who will not stand by and gawp as they see a dying man bleed.
Yes, it is true that the first instinct of man is to assist the victim in need.
But for some, temptation grows, along with the dark shoots of greed.
How easily a good heart can get corrupted should be a warning to heed!
Vanitas vanitatum omnia vanitas, ….. this is the mainstay of man’s seed.


Of course I expect many to read [and mock] my work. I say to them: Good luck.
Continue to pretend that this world and it’s stock is not running amok.
One man is repulsed by another because they are of a different race?! Pah!!
Do you realise you’ve just inhaled the same air that once exited his face? Hah!!!
You can call it racism, jingoism, …..or if you prefer, plain old ‘prejudice’….
Sadly it will never end (let’s not pretend), as we head for the final precipice!

(The Fg 81.5.8)



Comme ci, comme ca  & …tete-a-tete (French) -  Like this like that &  ‘….head to head’ discussion

‘Deus Volente’ (Latin) - God Willing

Dies Irae (Latin) - Day of Wrath

‘Initium Sapientiae Timor Domini (Latin) - The Fear of The Lord is the Beginning of Wisdom.

Quid pro quo (Latin)  - Something for something

Vanitas, vanitatum, omnia vanitas (Latin) - Vanity upon vanities, all is vanity!

Copyright © Robert Amure | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

Fixated Freefall

Falling away,
Away from your embrace
Day by day,
Washing away my face
In the mirror before me...
I ran the race with determination and fury...
I took the correction that God had in mind for me all along...but yet, I still wandering around, wondering where you've been...
It's shown by the beads of sweat I excrete with pride
It's shown by the tears I've cried...the pain I bask in 
And the giving-up feeling I hide
Doubt drowns my sky high spirit that let out rays of the sun during joyous days
Optimism orgasms fulfill my inner being...
Pessimism's prism follows me around...illuminati signs are left unseeing...
Because I used to see them all around me - the eyes, the shapes, the vile hatred that's masked with happy dread
That's enough!!
Life can be so tough...
Satan has ruined most of me
But, not all of me, I see
So fixated on my free falls and downfalls along with it
Too tired to think or feel or speak in this perilous pit
You think I'm attractive
In my pain that's active?
Do you think me interactive
When I yearn for your ears that are keen and attentive

You can't see these tears...
I shed
You can't mend these years...
We had
We can change our future
Instead...
Your words hurt me future...
I'm sad
I'm mad
I'm glad
I'm rad
I'm bad
You're the best thing I never had I can't deny 
I'm the best thing you never had no doubt added
What's the difference between you and I? 
I'm stronger than I realize...that saying is underrated and I'm glad I landed...
On my two feet on thin ice
Roaming around like field mice...
Trying to avoid being in your paws
That will end up in your mouth and jaws 
Devoured like a dinner plate shatters due to mere gravity 
You will never understand this dilemma I've gone through sadly 

Just stop...
Being so fixated on me and my downfalls 
Can't stop...
The
Drop 
|
V
That lands into your hands, an aftershock of my countless free falls 

I have gave in to failure
I have given up success 
No more mister wimpy, loser guy, championship is miles apart from me 
No more mister know-it-all, prideful confidence from me anymore...I see...

Just 
Helplessly, Hopelessly...
Fixated on my free falls
Still
Waiting oh so hopefully
To be accepted in your halls
Of jadedless paradise
In your arms is where I belong
I am the island's sand and sun in your shiny sea eyes 
You're the wilderness on the island...the palm trees swaying to and fro...among...
The other wild jaguars that wildly swarm
Around 3 innocent monkeys that has done more help than harm
You, in your heroic bravery mode, saves the poor fellows...
But the predators of the jungle attacked you so...they murdered you and ate you up until you were remains of reds, greens, blues and yellows

You sacrificed yourself
RIP, friend from the start
In fact, I, myself,
Is like you, an abstract abyss art
That was flushed down the toilet...
A fixated free fall with ever-sighing regret
It wasn't our fault it happened...
Now, we lay in our watery bed
We are small, but significant and mighty like puny mice...
That barely survived a traumatic experience - rapidly running away from the cat that is hungry and not-so-nice

Venture into my world of mirrored distress 
Graze in my maze of an attitude of gratitude and eustress 
You're my lullaby before i fall asleep in your arms
Your charming ways got me under your spectacular spell of enchanting charms

Darkness consumes
When you assume
The worst of me blooms
Blooms dire doom
I shed my Crimson Blood
All for your name's sake
Pull down your hood, bud
Just give me a break...before I break...
Push on the brake before you crash into me
Fixated on our freefalls of blasphemed fantasy
Stars are scarlet with your scar lit in the skies of goodbye's
Scars never mend when this is the end...couch-ridden and going through my bipolar highs 
Then...a crash from the helicopter flight
I can't stop loving you and I won't stop doing so till the sun kissed a farewell to the midnight 
Smoking the cigarette of regret...
Trying to light up the shadows in hiding
Provoking me to fury and jumping off cliffs of colliding cares before I get ensnared by corruption's net 
Catastrophes grow like weeds in this town of terror
I fell in love with disbelief
I fear your anger and your resentment-painted picture 
I shatter like glass grief...

Shower
Me
With
Brief
Relief
Please...
Put my cranium 
At ease
Before I get consumed by numb and dumb shame...marinated in rebellion's rum...dominated by fooldumb 

I still have the bizarre devil horns above my crooked halo
I'm still that troll fairy, hovering around you 
The wicked wind blew me to you just so that you know
I'm still your darling devil from the first time I met till I live no more...for, I'll be always sick with the love flu

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Robert Amure | Details |

The Lay of The Best Man - Part 3

Ask your friend, neighbour or even a stranger newly-met
Have they ever been damaged by a ‘trust’ ….now turned ‘regret’?
Most men, if not all, have fashioned their character on personal experience
Yet these damned hypocrites are themselves guilty of immoral expedience.
Want more proof of man’s aggressiveness and simple-mindedness?
Rouse the rabble; accuse the blameless .. now watch the rabble’s madness!


I’ve known women who ‘play the field’, cheat the man, and take on a lover
He bends over backwards to please her; she bends over forwards to please another.
Many-a-woman puts up with the pompous man rather than cause a palaver
Now I hear that one quarter children belong not to father, but the lover of the mother.
So, where lies the fault: the man, the woman, or that incorrigible Casanova?
Because if the man had done right by the woman, would there be all this bother?


Many men shall read my words, and with indignity, they shall flinch
Others, though outraged, shall take it all with salt - perhaps a pinch.
Live on in denial, if you must - there’s far greater comfort there
Give in to ignorance, if you want - there’s far more greater cheer.
My words may seem outrageous; my sentiments may appear spurious 
But  outspoken are the courageous and truth [really] does make men furious!


Man’s failings and failures through seasons - complete and malevolent.
Dire Spring, Summer, Autumn, …and now - ‘The Winter of Our Discontent’
There is but one man ever complete - Iesous Khristos Theou Hyiòs, Soter, 
By way of the Good Book, His invite is for all, so ‘Respondez S’il Vous Plait’.
And for the sake of the lost sheep He cried:  ‘Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani'?
Salvation of the pious is founded; ‘in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti’.


To every man who thinks he’s untainted; Yourself deceive.
To every man that thinks he’s not a cheat; That’s  just make-believe
To all men that steal, plunder and breaks hearts; Your demise you weave
To all men that are still atheists and agnostics; I’ll make you believe.
To those men who love ‘misery’ and proliferate ‘hate’; You’ll never achieve.
To those men who profess probity and integrity; Please make me believe.


I am the Pessimistic Philanthropist …..that’s by design.
The Third Child of the Morrow - by Divine Assign.
I am Thefragmentedgenius, the i am of The I Am by default.
Call me what you will, my ‘all’ is of the Scriptural Vault.
I am the Jack of All Trades, Master of None - that’s me...
Ab Uno Disce Omnes…I look and learn by the Grace of The Holy He.


I am avowed to protect the woman and the child from man’s rampage
For the truth is: neither can withstand the brutality of his pillage
In the inevitable throes of human conflict and disasters,
Therein shall you find the pompous males; beastly masters.
I have imagined the darkest possible thoughts of man’s lewd lubricity
And I shudder for a Creator; for nothing can compare to the reality.


It is true, I too am man - of flesh - subject to Life’s forces
But my choices are of heart and mind …Heaven’s causes.
Even from the womb, I ‘asked not for whom the bells toll’…
For I knew I’d wandered into the world of the tortured soul.
‘Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter!!!’ it read, as I left the maternal girth
Somewhere, I’d taken the wrong turn - and ended up on this Earth!!!


Let your debates and dialogues of Nature/Nurture rage on
Blame the father, blame the son; or blame The Father and The Son.
Of all the men under the Sun you call the celeb a bad icon
But when all is said and done, the fault is yours - from break of dawn.
Created by apathy, fashioned by  both mankind and society
With no remorse, no humility, and with certainty; no piety.


I’ve seen men that are bad; I’ve been there, done deeds of shame
But evil shall never become me, and I never played the hurt game.
I could have been bad, very bad, even badder than the best of them
But I made a choice, albeit conscious, for the Divine apophthegm
Because those that, with the last breath, utter the Final Commendation
Shall find peace from that which is the Cyclic Condemnation.


TFG 81.5.8 (2014)


in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti (Latin) - In The Name of The Father & Son & Holy Spirit

Iesous Khristos Theou Hyiòs, Sot?r, (Greek) - Jesus Christ Son of God, Saviour

Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani (Aramaic) - My God, My God, Why Have You Forsaken Me?

Ab Uno Disce Omnes (Latin) - From One Learn All

Respondez S’il Vous Plait (French) - Will you please respond.

Copyright © Robert Amure | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

The Inception: God is Alwayz Good -part 1-

Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
I’m not one of those multi-taskers…
But I am a risk-taker… 
I’m not a math whiz neither am I a science freak
But, I’m reaching to the peak…to the peak…
Of total success…I’m finally making progress 
I can’t unveil the flavorless fears in my brain…
I got to rip them out of my insides
You whip me like the Romans did to Christ…
You crucified me…selfish, fat, ugly, dirty, little…cravings…
Devour someone else your own size…
Fleeting happiness has come to pass…
Why am I the only one you prize? 
Eyes are on me…
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
Bad reputation rapes me…
I lie in wait in the ruins of my emotional debris
Empty in a vacant moment…
You’re my work of dazzling art…
My cravings keep hunting me down like game
And I-I’m in the death-cart…
Lost…paying the cost…I’m just skin and bones
Lost in burnt paradise…
Trampled down by heartless lies
Delusional dreams taunt me now…
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
Heartbroken…
you can’t fix what has been broken
Jaded Corruption messed me up…
The voices in my head
In my head
In my head
Tell me to give up…
Is that my inner voice from the core of my heart?
Are the demons planning revenge against me? My hope tears apart…
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
What will tomorrow bring? 
I hope sincerely that positivity
Will pour fourth God’s rain instead of this negativity,
Crowning me with sin-infested remedies
Stop spewing out the lies
I’m sick of hearing the endless goodbyes
I said goodnight…I never meant to leave you behind
Why is your heart, beating with fright? Let yourself unwind 
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
Brainwashed…sorrow’s reigning upon me…if only…if only…
The voices in my head will fade away…leaving no room for rejoicing…unfortunately
The silence is brewing chaos in my mind
The peace-abiding angels are calling me…
I must follow the voice at the end of the tunnel and soon, I’ll find…
That it was all in my head…faith, hope and love – set me free
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
Stop ganging up on me, children of the Fallen Angels…
Their nature is pure evil from all angles…
But, they hide it with sugarcoated ecstasy…
Stay away from those…those…
Those fowl creatures…
Listen listen listen to your teachers…
Why would you be head over heels over this demon of sinister features?
I walked away with satisfaction slipping out of my mouth…
There’s things I cannot explain…my addictions take over me…
You smoked me out like a rotten cigarette…I’m north and you’re south
Beauty is full of flaws these days…Feeling strange in my skin…where shall I flee?
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014


Long poem by John Arribas | Details |

REVOLUTION

REVOLUTION
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


A revolution is much deeper than what the eye can see 
An opportunity to rid the land of despotism and tyranny
When any citizen can expose the enemies of the state
Present and judge valid evidence to arrive at a just fate
But that doesn’t happen except in the rarest of the time
Cause mobs want vengeance even if there is no crime
Vindictive mobs will let no one stand in their way
They can only be quieted by making the defeated pay


Once the old regime has been ousted and overthrown
The general populace wants retribution to call its own 
Frenzied mobs want allegations of any on which to react
Every accusation is taken as an indisputable  fact
Those that are accused of prior regime collaboration
Will be tried and convicted without hesitation
The penalties will vary according to the type of peoples crime
Some will be executed, others sent to prison for a very long time


Those with neighbors or others with differing opines
Will anonymously be accused  of  treasonable  crimes
If man has an attractive wife , coveted for personal roles
He’d be singled out as undermining the revolutions goals
Children would be asked to report on their parents talk
Do they praise the revolution or do they balk
Men don’t gather in the street in idle conversation any more
In fear of being accused of plotting a counter revolutionary war


Investigations of wrong doing will increase as planned
Til every one feels threatened through out the land
Facts and allegations are all treated the same
Anyone accused is certain to shoulder the blame

Revolution (2)


While the mob applauds the action of a kangaroo court
No one objects to the tactics to which the insurgents resort
The ruling insurgents tell the citizens to prepare for action
An impending attack by the ousted is a simple distraction


The victorious parties purge dissenters from their ranks
The true patriots and heroes that really merit  thanks
They will be accused of plotting to sabotage the revolution
Incriminating evidence will surface to prove their collusion
Evidence against them mounts proving a planned conspiracy
Evidence is authenticated but only the accusers can to see


Those tainted members of the original rebellious group
Are sentenced to long terms taking them out of the loop
Members popular with the mobs with no threats to face
Suddenly and mysteriously disappear without leaving a trace
Struggle for power will continue within the victors team
Til the most cold-blooded one dominates every scene 


Reigning power is now in hands of an egocentric man
All opposition has been silenced through out the land
Those holding on to opposing views are hunted down
Block teams are established in every city and town
Block directors have spying duties the main is to report
Any suspicious movements or activities to the citizens court
Employment is terminated and the accused sent off to a farm
Where political viewpoints are altered to render no harm
Fear of death and imprisonment is so deeply instilled
Most minds are conquered only the strongest have will
					
				



Revolution (3)


This is the reward for seeking freedom of expression 
A psychotic ideologue made this land his personal possession
We surrendered our weapons but mostly our ideas
We’re completely dominated and ruled  by insidious fears
Looking back it now seems the regime we overthrew
Wasn’t as bad as we thought, we were always able to make do
Revolutionaries that foment change using the gun
Will still be armed when the fighting is done


Students of history are smug and quick to understand
How this beautiful island was commandeered by one man
So many were mesmerized by his unending glib tongue
Like demons called Stalin, Hitler and Mao tse tung
There are many men like these in each generation
Preying on those feeling or promoting frustration
These villains are lauded til their motives come clear
Their main weapons are terror and bone chilling fear
The masses will demand a plebiscite and new constitution
Not going to happen without a new revolution


The loss of freedom doesn’t happen overnight
It disappears after each uncontested little bite
This is a warning to all that are free
Don’t think little bites can’t happen to thee 



One could easily change a few lines and add a few details
And come up with Russia, Venezuela ,China etc. a glib tongue
And a tired public are easy pickings for the egomaniacs
In the world. This is about Cuba, 1959

 





 
 
 

Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Prince Patterson | Details |

Oppressor and the oppressed

Oppressor and the oppressed.

Who is the oppressed and who is the oppressor?
Who has the right to beat a random person on the street?
Who has the right when to pronounce a person guilty or to see that they is the victim?
Who has the jurisdiction to carry a gun and to unload on a random person because of the way they is playing life's game?

There is a president but he has a nation that needs to be run, there is a mayor but he or she needs to govern protection and education for every man,woman, and child. There is those who vote and those who do not, there is those who KILL for a FEE and those who KILL to protect those who threaten and attempt to poison their feed. 

In the Crayola box there is over 8 colors and how many of them do you see fighting to maintain a piece of land that doesn't even have their name? These colors have managed to get along but why has us as artist slander there good name? 

You may agree we should be free, others may agree to lock them away, the third party may vote that we should have a Hunger Game and declare a winner from each district and let them be reminded by name and plaque.

Will it not be funnier if things went back to being the same before the post-Europeans, before the ice age, before slavery, before time itself? Before evolution, before the industrial revolution, do you believe it will solve the conflict of today? Do you believe it will create a new name of a newer society that is under a different system?

The enforcers enforce a punishment that themselves would not want to see happen to people of there kind, the victim sometimes is the guilted, the drugs may make a person a bit deranged or even appearance may look strange. But deep within their brain hides another person who has experienced a pain that became so unbearable so they hid behind a false name. Drinking, smoking, feeling of looking at trees in 3-D is all the same when you are being called a different name, but let it not change you into something that you did not dream of to be. 

Look at me, I am me, you may see prince, others may see another black person, another person may ask me name and they may read my palms and tell me that I carry. Both a Spanish and African name that I was originally given to from birth. But hey life is a curse. You can argue with what happened in the past but will that change the date of today's oncoming past!

But the most funniest thing about our past is how much we cherish it and pray for its ways to be continued on today. But look around you what do you see... I won't say any name for my name is not even copyrighted, BUT EVERYBODY WANTS TO START A RIOT! I look at the people around me and I think how can you say that we need to bring change when your thinking and doing the same as the person who once stabbed you in the back?

I'm not saying don't hate the Man, I'm not saying say **** THE POLICE, I'm not saying that the president is part of some dummy corporation, I'm not saying that their isn't a war that has begun, but if you choose to believe what you hear than you will get what you perceive to be your reality!

I'm not saying don't go to school, I'm not saying don't drink, smoke weed, or snort yayo, I'm not saying that you have to rob and be branded a theft, I'm not saying that you shouldn't give love a chance, but everything is up to thee on how thou wants to perceive the world.

I'm not saying that if you close your eyes you will dream, I'm not saying that if you smoke crack you will become a fiend, I'm not saying that THERE IS NO DEMONS ONLY REASONS, I'm not saying that if youse look into the mirror you will see another person in your eyes, I'm not saying that the soul lies behind the eyes. But if you believe the lies you will think that when the truth is told you will think that, that is the lie.

There is a oppressor and there is there oppressed. There is the depressed and there is the depression that we all feel. There is two eyes but they act as one. Nobody asked to be POOR, nobody asked to have WEALTH,nobody asked to have POOR HEALTH, nobody asked to be born with ways that needs to confine to limited space.
But hey the more you believe the lies. The more that you have to believe you will be confined Into thinking that this life is a lie. 

There will be battles, but instead of battling and slandering. Why don't we make our voices be heard like that over a beat slapped with claps and a set of drums. Kicking the  inside of ears.

Let us prevent the internal bleeding of our heart that is beating (BREATHING)!

Fin! 

Copyright © Prince Patterson | Year Posted 2014


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