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Long poem by J. W. M. 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


Long poem by Prince Rage | 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! 


Long poem by Timothy Hicks | Details |

The Truth is Still the Truth

I'm searching far and wide for the facts, getting my hands dirty in the process
When we conquer nations, I say bloodshed and they say progress
I have no desire to be burned at the stake
Simply practicing freedom of speech for Pete's sake
I know it's gonna hurt like none else when I reveal these secrets
But in this case ignorance ain't bliss, so I'm keeping true with no regrets
I've learned way too much and dug too deep to pretend I didn't see what I saw
I get disgusted when they tell me to keep quiet
cause I might just break some obscure law
They call me disrespectful and unpatriotic when I display any kind of negativity
But aren't they equally so when they throw me in a cell when I simply don't agree?
Cause at the end of the day, when all is said and done, the truth is still the truth
And I know when I say that I run the risk of hanging from a noose
But if you don't speak up, for fear of ridicule, either way you're gonna lose
It doesn't really matter if I offend the way you think
All I wanna do is offer you my hand, I don't want you to sink
in the sea of lies, those people behind the scenes are so proud of
The time for silence is finally over, the world has had quite enough
We aren't sheep in line waiting for the slaughter
We are brothers, sisters, sons and daughters!
And don't get me wrong I support the troops, just not the war
Does anyone honestly know what we're fighting for?
Stop hacking at the branches of evil, and grab at the roots
When the truth lies ahead, it's worth getting mud on your boots
I wanna let you know that your heart might shatter when I say this
I know you might be calling me crazy or disturbed, but I accept that risk
I'd like to honor the victims of 9/11 - but the investigation was a sick joke
If you're eating while reading this, for the love of God, don't choke
I need you to spread the word and really ask the hard questions
Any race and any nation is capable of performing crimes too foul to mention
Even our own (though reputedly god-blessed) is no exception
The building fell six seconds flat, from an illogical jet fuel blast
The fact it wasn't hot enough for fuel to explode, no one bothered to explain that
The kamikaze Arabs that flew the plane, a few are still alive, living in their home country
Just give 'em a ring and and say how's it going, oh and by the way,
"How did you defy your own mortality?"
Did you know a cool 60 mil was spent on digging into Clinton's love life?
Yet only a fraction of that was spent trying to figure out
who ordered the extermination of over a thousand lives...
Seems to me some poor sap is getting paid big bucks to drink the Kool Aid
Seems to me someone's laughing their head off while the rest of are getting played
Don't take my word it, I'm just one person after all, start your own research
All I'm asking is for you to think for yourself, and don't get too cozy on your perch
Pay close attention when they advance two steps only to jump back one
And when you notice you gotta catch them in the act, not after its already done
This isn't political opinion; the loss of human life is just something I don't condone
Life is just way too precious to be debating the humaneness of drones
Yeah, I support our brave troops, so for once do what's right and send 'em back home!



NOTE: I didn't write this for creative purposes, for this is no laughing matter, but a serious issue. What happened on the day of 9/11 was one of the most appalling crimes in recent history - please, don't listen to the basic news stations and take it for absolute truth. There are over a hundred contradictions in the "official story" they give out. What I mentioned in this rap is just bread crumbs compared to the whole story. The majority of people won't even consider the slightest possibility that 9/11 was an inside job (even when countless facts and holes in their story, lead one to believe that's exactly what it was). It is an absolute disgrace to the victims of 9/11, to leave the investigation in such obscurity and unanswered questions. This is not politics here... these are human beings we are talking about. I beg of you to not just take my word for it, but start your own research. There are several very thorough documentaries on the subject, that were put together by small groups of people eager to find the truth. Loose Change is a good one.


Long poem by evrod samuel | Details |

The City And The State Of Play Today

THE CITY AND THE STATE OF PLAY TODAY

No one worries about morals today 
They follow the rules they create
So to them all is ok
Those on the outside looking in 
Are the only ones feeling queasy 
As avarice and selfishness triumphs
So easily 

Good corporate citizens they claim to be
Industry awards abound on their walls
As thank you tokens from themselves
Yet society harbours a lot of ill-will
As it feels the often brute force of 
The raid
 Grab 
And destroy mentality
Of people only wishing to make money 
Any which way 
While Using up all of society’s communal resources

Sharks abound
The waters are forever bloody as they 
Know no fraternity and would gladly 
Cannibalize anyone with no influence 
The ability to upend competitors
A cherished characteristic 
In a bullish machismo drenched environment 

Bullet proof psyches
Absorb and repel any pangs
About unfairness
Blocking any regulatory or chattering classes’
Attempt at nirvana and equality 
They employ better paid lobbyist 
So always have the upper hand 
In influencing policy 

The gravitational attraction of money 
Towards another even bigger pot of money 
Numbs any cautionary instinct
That would take a long term view 
The thrill of instant riches
Overpowers common sense 
And even decency 
Fat cats they all wish to be 

The slickness of glossy tongued lobbyist
Who spin wrongs till they become rights
Embolden oestrogen low males with no inbuilt brakes
To take risks that eventually cost them disgrace 
They are champions of graft not of society 

Loopholes in legislation
That were built in by too friendly politicians 
Coupled with ambiguous suits and claims
Cause far reaching hardship when the good old days are long gone 
The villains only muster some phantom national pride
 When begging for a lighter sentence 
Some are forgiven
Others fatally wounded by an unforgiving public

Lots of money can be made both legally and illegally
As one racket is closed another materialises instantly
The conveyor belt of dishonesty
Overwhelms bureaucracy 
Who is not David to the goliath that is money

The ethos is wealth
The acquisition and the maintaining of gains
Not often acquired through hard work
There is no limit of acceptable financial comfort
For the millionaire always wants to be a billionaire
And the mega rich super rich

Money must always be hidden from the taxman
Shareholders want tax free dividends
Investors want tax breaks for buying with other people’s money 
Infrastructure and new runways must be built 
But not from the pocket of those who wish it 

With their hands outstretched
And always wanting more and more
From a government too eager to please 
We have a tax system geared to the advantage of party donors
And non-domiciled moguls and tycoons
Who know no philanthropy unless it is tax efficient 

Disadvantaging society by  
Never paying their fair and moral share 
The largess they reap so selfishly
They wish not to share 
Wages are low
Taxes are nil
Only the investor wins as we pay his bills

Fast paced expansionist dogma
Is preached within city limits
Only the highest paid
The biggest company
The greatest profits
Are allowed 
They are held up as ideals that all who
Wish to succeed must follow
Gunslingers they all appear to be
Rushing in to capitalize on the wanton success of their peers
The cloud of misery left behind 
Is never seen for the look forward 
Never backward 
Hindsight is never welcomed in this parasitic environment 

The political will to weed out these reckless demons
Is lukewarm at best 
The revolving door of government creating opportunities
For industry and industry gratefully accepting politicians post government 
Ensures that self-interest is king 

An economy built on flawed assumptions of wealth creation
Is one that must forever be in hyper-drive
Creating ever expanding demand and supply 
That is as real as a thief’s conscience 
When taking the rings off a dead persons fingers 

Money must always be made for 
There is no alternative 
Wealth is good
Poverty to them is laziness

The city is not the heart and soul
Of the nation
It is but one player in a system skewed in its favour
We all must share in the wealth of this country
To ensure its longevity  


Long poem by J. W. M. Earnings | Details |

Handsome Hurts

Mysteries unveil
Thank the God Most High I have a roof on my head
Eyes that shine and lost in paradise
1997-2015 – the years of a million diamonds
Midnight fears and dreams haunt me and taunt me 
I dance in a miraculous moment of mesmerizing wars
Peace distills my soul…my soul…
Midnight love has made my heart beg for your forgiveness
A few minutes left…until you leave my side

Shadows…reflections…
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
He told me to shut up and now what?
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
Shying away from the light of delight
Handsome hurts…handsome hurts…
Shadows…reflections…
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
He told me to shut up and now what?
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
Shying away from the light of delight
Handsome hurts…handsome hurts…


1997-2015 – the years of a million diamonds
Midnight fears and dreams haunt me and taunt me 
You and I fire me up with the words Belong and Alone
I dance in a miraculous moment of mesmerizing wars
Peace distills my soul…my soul…
Assuming no one cares…everyone chooses to stare…
Maybe I can feel you in my skin…in my skin…
My picturesque kin hang out with me…where had you gone and when shall we begin?
Midnight love has made my heart beg for your forgiveness
A few minutes left…until you leave my side

Shadows…reflections…
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
He told me to shut up and now what?
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
Shying away from the light of delight
Handsome hurts…handsome hurts…
Shadows…reflections…
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
He told me to shut up and now what?
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
Shying away from the light of delight
Handsome hurts…handsome hurts…


1997-2015 – the years of a million diamonds
Midnight fears and dreams haunt me and taunt me 
Bleeding…you son of a bastard…feeding on you like a vulture, the ugly bird
I’m stubborn with my flowers…and wasted hours…independence rips me open
Peace distills my soul…my soul…
Assuming no one cares…everyone chooses to stare…
Chaos crafts me creativity in mind…in mind…
Subside from my side!!!!! Subside from my side!!!!!! Subside from myyyyy side!!!!!
Midnight love has made my heart beg for your forgiveness
A few minutes left…until you leave my side

Shadows…reflections…
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
He told me to shut up and now what?
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
Shying away from the light of delight
Handsome hurts…handsome hurts…
Shadows…reflections…
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
He told me to shut up and now what?
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
Shying away from the light of delight
Handsome hurts…handsome hurts…

Burst me open like a bubble if you dare…
Pay me with cranium numbness…
It’s my skill to kill…to kill…
The pill is swallowing me…
The pill is swallowing me!!!!
THE PILL IS SWALLOWING MEEEEEEE!!!!!!! RAHHHH!
AHHHHH! 
AHHHHHHHHH!

Shadows…reflections…
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
He told me to shut up and now what?
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
Shying away from the light of delight
Handsome hurts…handsome hurts…
Shying away from the light of delight
What am I supposed to do with this ever-so-evil heart of mine?
He told me to shut up and now what?
When will you see my reflections? Those countless rejections?
Shadows…reflections…

SHADOWS!!!! REFLECTIONS!!!
SHADOWS!!!! REFLECTIONS!!!!
Look at me…Hello? Can you see me? See me?
Hanging out with the gang…
LOOOK AT ME… Hello? Can’t you see me? See me?
Just doin’ my thang…thang…


Long poem by Tristine Thomas | Details |

Human vs Society

Sometimes I feel so

Insignificant.



I have yet to understand why I’m here.

What’s my purpose?

Will I be forgotten easily when it’s time for me to go?

Or will I be remembered by many?

It’s difficult to pinpoint what makes me wonder.

Billions of human beings are experiencing the same thing;

Life.

But do they wonder too?



Feeling important or worthy in a world where society has preached to us

Since the day our eyes opened

That unless you complete expected educational requirements

To pursue a career you’ll work in for the remainder of your life;

A choice were pressured to make around the age of 18 years old

When we can’t even grasp the concept of what

‘the rest of our lives’

Really means.



To survive in reality:

You must be robbed of your youth before

The chance to enjoy being young is accessible,

You must work as often as you can,

No excuses

Because life doesn’t care how tired you are.



You must sacrifice your daughter’s 2nd birthday party since

Work is way too important to miss -

Especially to watch the family you created, carried, and suffered

Unexplainable amounts of pain to produce –

Grow up.



You must forget about the hobbies you have outside of work and

the goals you’ve been writing in a beat up blue notebook since age 10

that’s tucked under your mattress –

There won’t be time for those things.



You must drain your brain of what it once thrived on and

Give up the addiction of the sweet warmth of happiness

that pulses in your veins.

You must live your own life according to society

Otherwise

You are not significant.



A seed is placed in your head as a child containing

every single moral you’ll posses

all the traits that contribute to your personality

and the beliefs you’ll acquire about priorities in life

That slowly sprouts as you grow older into a pure human being

But can only do so when nurtured delicately.

Most do not reach full maturity meaning

Most people do not receive what the seed designated for them.



Unfortunately society is ruthless;

she attacks just as the seed produces a tiny sprout,

because she knows that by corrupting as early as possible

she’ll warp it’s fundamentals permanently -

ceasing any opportunity for a soul to be exactly what

was intended for it to be.



Society considers you microscopic until you surrender

yourself to be under her control.



Many have attempted to fight this disgusting plague –

This idiotic way of thinking,

This barbaric sense of how a human should be judged,

This horrific, gruesome, appalling method used to train humans

To be obedient as if they were dogs –

And have lost their battle

With nothing but more prominent feelings of

Insignificance.



Society can convince you that you are not good enough

Until you buy a certain product claiming to improve your looks,

Or earn a set amount of money a year,

Or own the most expensive car in your neighborhood,

Or participate in athletics throughout the school years,

Or wear high end brands of clothing, shoes, and accessories.



Rarely do we think for ourselves.

Rarely do we chase what would create happiness with ourselves

Instead of a society full of people we’ve never met.

Rarely do we listen to ourselves.



This is a war continuing to escalate

Contorting the minds of all who offer a listening ear

Or a burning sense of curiosity

To find out themselves if society has been

Telling the truth or not.



Lately we’ve become nothing what is expected of us.



-t.j.t.


Long poem by Christine Phillips | Details | . You can read it on PoetrySoup.com' st_url='http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/im_back_630084' st_title='I'm Back'>

I'm Back

Last year you beat me up
And poured vinegar in my cup
Last year you humiliate me
And hire criminals to torment me.
Last year you deny my friends and families
The natural right to be happy
My children went to bed 
On Christmas day without food
While you drink and laugh
with your friends and called me a damn fool.
Last year I came to you for help
But you belittled  me instead.
You spread out your sordid legs before me
camouflaging under white sheets
And grinning your tobacco stained teeth.
Last year you brought discord among my race
Thus inciting a worldwide disgrace.
You have dominated my house, infiltrated the churches
Spreading political propaganda from the pulpit
and preaching biblical hate while some 
of your so call missionaries are spitefully
destroying homes and family.
Take your dirty hands off the innocent children
And allow them to grow and live like children
They should be tucked  in their beds at nights
And not among fake mothers and delinquent fathers
who are posing as one big happy family just to
conduct unscrupulous activities.
Stay away from the daycare centers and stop
using warm hearted children as instruments
in your  brutal and villainous  operations.
I sat on the street corner observing you from a distant
parking your car at the front door
And leaving with another from the back door.
I stood right next to you at the New Years Eve party
Watching your glass going up in cheers 
And making deceitful and ruthless  plans for the New Year.
I was even sitting with you at the poker table
Listening to your big chat watching you
puffing cigar and exchanging big dollars
to fabricate and execute  another plot.
I have followed you straight into your mysterious room
Where you convened your secret meetings
and formulate your business deals 
I have taken notes of your evil and treacherous  plans.
Wow! you believe that are so mighty and  powerful
You can have everything taken care of in split seconds
Name the price and the job is done
Oh what a wicked and cruel generation!
I have infiltrated every community
Every estate, business and properties
your social clubs and extravagant dinner parties.
Last year you brought me down so low
You have discredited my office and block my ambitious 
and generous plans just to have your way and dishonor my race.
But now I am back with strength and spiritual power
This year you cannot break me
Even when you out numbered me
I will still stand strong and beat you with a power
that has never been witnessed in decades.
This year I am back and I have no time to chat
The lame duck is dead that you have planted in my back.
I have full grip of the handle now and all the facts are known
There are evidences of accomplices and participants
Who have dipped their hands in blood to move to the top.
You have target honesty, accused innocency and harassed purity 
You have demoted and promoted to conceal the truth 
Used and suffer others to gain your blood stained honor 
Do not take me for granted  I am going to exercise my full authority
Every secret will be exposed and every act of cruelty will be deposed
And the hidden abusive secret power that is responsible for
The global misery and  worldwide atrocities  will be eliminated.
Love and peace will be restored to countries,
friends, homes, families and communities.
Get out of my way!
I am on my way to an emergency meeting
Repent before it is too late!
Because I am back!
                                                                         
                                                                 ©2015 Christine Phillips


Long poem by John Arribas | Details |

ITS ALWAYS THE MONEY

ITS ALWAYS THE MONEY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


ITS ALWAYS THE MONEY I’M SADDENED TO SAY
PUT YOUR HAND IN SOMEONE’S POCKET ITS TIME TO PAY
WHEN ITS NOT THE MONEY IT’S A CRUSADE
OR REVENGE FOR A CRIME THAT WAS NEVER PAID
OR A PSYCHO THAT’S TOTALLY UNHINGED
WHO THINKS HIS RIGHTS HAVE BEEN MISMANAGED OR INFRINGED
THE AFOREMENTIONED GROUPS ARE  A PALTRY FRACTION
ALL THE OTHER CASES HAVE A FINANCIAL ATTRACTION

TWO MEN GO IN BUSINESS AS LIFELONG FRIENDS
WHEN THE MONEY ROLLS IN THE FRIENDSHIP ENDS
ONE’S WIFE WILL TELL HER SPOUSE WHY DO YOU SHARE
YOUR PARTNER NEVER WORKS HE’S SELDOM THERE
AND WHEN HE’S THERE YOU MAKE ALL THE DECISIONS
THE SHARING OF PROFITS NEEDS  IMMEDIATE REVISIONS
THAT’S THE BEGINNING AND THERE’LL BE NO RECOVERY
FILE ANOTHER ENTRY UNDER “ITS ALWAYS THE MONEY”

THE OLD SCOTSMAN TOOK HIS LAST GASP AND PASSED AWAY
DOZENS OF HEIRS ARRIVED ON TESTAMENT READING DAY
NONE EVER CARED , KNEW OR MET THE OLD GUY
BUT THEY’RE HERE FOR THEIR ENTITLED PIECE OF THE PIE
ITS NOT HARD TO TELL IF SOME ARE LEGIT OR ALBACORES
THE ASIANS  AND BLACKS ARE QUICKLY USHERED OUTDOORS
THEY SHOULD BE EMBARRASSED YET MOST THINK ITS FUNNY
FILE ANOTHER ENTRY UNDER “ITS ALWAYS THE MONEY”

HENRY WAS UGLY AND HAD LITTLE GOING FOR HIM
BOUGHT A LOTTERY TICKET, HIS CHANCES WERE SLIM
MUCH TO HIS SURPRISE HE WAS THE ONLY ONE TO WIN
NEXT DAY HIS HOUSE WAS FLOODED WITH WOMEN AND KIN
EVERYONE HAD A STORY FOR HENRY TO DIGEST
ALL HAD A GOLD MINE OPPORTUNITY FOR HIM TO INVEST
HE HAD NEW FRIENDS AND FAMILY THAT SUDDENLY APPEARED
BUT WHEN THE MONEY RAN OUT THEY ALL DISAPPEARED
HE HAS LESS NOW THAN BEFORE THE GALS CALLED HIM HONEY
FILE ANOTHER ENTRY UNDER “ITS ALWAYS THE MONEY”


ITS ALWAYS THE MONEY (2)


THOSE TWO BROTHERS WERE ALWAYS TOGETHER
FROM  A  RICH FAMILY IT WAS ALWAYS FAIR WEATHER
BUT AS THEY AGED THEIR TASTES OVERTOOK COMMON SENSE
NEW CARS EXOTIC TRIPS AND WOMEN RAN UP THE EXPENSE
THEY PLEAD FOR THEIR ALLOWANCES  TO BE ON THE RISE
THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN THEY PLANNED THEIR PARENTS DEMISE
THEY CONCOCTED A STORY THEY CAREFULLY SPREAD
THEIR PARENTS WERE DISCOVERED BOTH SHOT IN THE HEAD
IT’S A IRONIC YOU’RE MURDERED BY SOMEONE YOU CALLED SONNY
FILE ANOTHER ENTRY UNDER “ITS ALWAYS THE MONEY”

OLD TOM AND THAT BUFFOON HE CALLED A WIFE
REALLY STRAPPED LIVING ON THE EDGE OF THE KNIFE
THEY HAD NO ASSETS AND LACKED IMAGINATION
THEY HAD NO JOBS OR OTHER FUNNEL OF COMPENSATION  
THEY PLANNED AN ACCIDENT TO CLAIM QUICK CASH
LEFT A CAR ON THE TRACKS ANTICIPATING A CRASH
THE TRAIN MOVED FASTER THAN HAD BEEN  EXPECTED
POOR OLD TOM IN AN ARC WAS VIOLENTLY EJECTED
THE BUFFOON LONELY AND SAD NOW HAS ONLY REVERIE
FILE ANOTHER ENTRY UNDER “ITS ALWAYS THE MONEY”

MY COUNTRY IS THE BASTION OF LIBERTY
WE HERALD THE THEME OF PEACE AND UNITY
WE OPEN OUR DOORS TO THE POOR AND NEGLECTED
WE LET THEM SCALE THE FENCE WHERE ITS UNPROTECTED
OTHER NATIONS ARE BRUTAL UNCARING AND FEEBLE
THEY FIGHT EACH OTHER KILLING THEIR OWN PEOPLE
WE DARE NOT INTERFERE WE NEVER TAKE A POSITION
WE’LL SUPPLY WEAPONS TO AN ALLY OR OPPOSITION
OUR DEFENSE CONTRACTORS CAN TOOL UP  IN A HURRY
FILE ANOTHER ENTRY UNDER “ITS ALWAYS THE MONEY”

MONEY IS NOT EVIL BUT THE LUSTING WILL BE
THE WANT FOR MONEY LEADS TO CRIMES OF THE NTH DEGREE
PARENTS  MURDER THEIR CHILDREN  TO AMASS TREASURE 
CHILDREN MURDER THEIR PARENTS TO PAY FOR PLEASURE
THE FIRST QUESTION IN A CRIME IS “WHO TENDS TO PROSPER”
THAT USUALLY CASTS SUSPICION TO ONE NAME ON THE ROSTER
IT WAS THE LUST FOR MONEY THAT CAUSED THIS FELONY
FILE ANOTHER ENTRY UNDER “ITS ALWAYS THE MONEY”








 








Long poem by Gary Bateman | Details |

King Vlad Redux - Second Cold War

King Vlad Redux – Second Cold War

Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin’s grimy fingerprints on current history
are for him nothing to gloat about—au contraire I say emphatically:
His actions bespeak one who’s not an architect for peace—not at all,
rather a quite deceitful dictator and a harbinger of a Second Cold War.

King Vlad’s old Soviet-style actions are clear for all who care to see,
and make no mistake about it—he’s without remorse and a soul to boot.
A Master of Malarkey and an International Bamboozler Supreme, he
certainly is, with a menacing image and not one iota of conscience.

King Vlad risks a Second Cold War with his violation of international
law concerning the blatant, illegal annexation of the Crimean peninsula.
With his brand of new style Soviet adventurism on the march, the Old 
Soviet Bear has been resurrected anew—and it’s hot on the prowl again!

King Vlad’s new spirit of nationalism for Russia is not at all progressive
as evidenced by his current war on certain ethnic minorities: Jews, Tartars, 
Armenians, Gypsies—to include anyone who chooses to resist and protest
against his new age fanaticism rebranded anew in the twenty-first century.

King Vlad’s lineage to and proclivity for the old Soviet Union and its star
cast of past gangster luminaries: Lenin, Stalin, Beria, Molotov, Brezhnev, 
and Andropov—to name a few, are quite telling since they reflect the real
nature of his psyche and the tragedy he brings now to the world stage.

And lest we forget, the innocent souls of the murdered passengers from flight
MH17 in eastern Ukraine who cry out, as do their families, for justice from
the criminal thuggery and hooliganism perpetrated by King Vlad in support
of proxy groups that do his evil biddings soaked in lies, treachery, and deceit.

King Vlad takes pleasure in fulfilling a fanciful role today of the old Soviet
Bolshoi Nachalnik (Big Boss), whose historical antecedents from Soviet Big
Bosses of past fame, doesn’t augur well for future democracy in New Russia,
and doesn’t align with the precepts of good governance and human rights.

King Vlad’s treachery and deception are certainly open for everyone to see 
as he executes his plan of disrupting the balance of the current world order.
We all should be forewarned of the clouds of tyranny and aggression that
could be unleashed one day on the European continent and the world today.

King Vlad, despite very strong objections and economic sanctions imposed
by Western leaders and diplomats, understands only one word rendered so 
poignantly in the German language: die Macht (or Power), which lurks ever  
behind his public mask and psychological makeup as a former KGB officer.

King Vlad’s actions reflect his virtues of lying, denying, accusing, rejecting,
and criticizing—all poison arrows in his quiver as a Master of Prevarication.
His real mask is that of a Monster who had the very best Soviet teachers and 
wishes to tilt the axis of his New Russia on a collision course with the West.

And so Generalissimo Stalin . . . how do you like your nasty little boy now???

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 30, 2014)
(Narrative Quatrain)


Long poem by Kim Patrice Nunez | Details |

BLOODLESS - Tale of a Hero and the People He Died For

You knew you were going to die. 1
And yet you came, thinking no matter how insane,
the man on the seat of power would never want you dead
… it would be too much on his head.

And so you came, and there in the brightness of the day
they took your life away, on the tarmac… in broad daylight. 2
I was too young to  fully understand, and yet I cried  -
The greatest leader we never had, 
the greatest leader we always wanted to have
…had died.

August 21, 1983 was a day of ignominy.
The nation suffered from shamed infamy;
Too many people, not just one witness,
yet not anyone saw, everyone was witless.

The world mocked our country of too little people.
Seemed all we could do was pray on the steeple,
we were hopeless, hopeless…helpless…
Quo vadis, Filipino?

The tide of justice was slow in turning,
even though on the streets, one felt intense mourning.
Peace loving people were silently seething,
faithful and compliant, yet inwardly…defiant.

Seventeen years seemed still not enough,
the man on the throne just couldn’t give up;
With close-knit advisers, and media sanitizers -
If one contradicts, he sees the gunpoint…with silencers.

What must have you felt the days after you left?
Did you think we were too blind, too mute and deaf?
Took almost three years for us, to finally get our act
I guess we were too set in our ways, too afraid…to react.

What the man in power and his cronies up the tower.
must not have considered… are the new movers and shakers.
There was only so much we could take…
There was only so much we could tolerate…

February 25, 1986 was the day we started to fix 3
the twisted road of our shamed history.
It was the day People Power came to be
the man in power was kicked out from the tower
as ordinary citizens , nuns and everyone 
faced his armed men aboard the tanks.
People unarmed, just some bottled water, 
a few sandwiches and some bunch of flowers.

It was the day we looked up the sky,
offered a fervent gratitude to heaven’s door -
and told Ninoy…thank you for believing
 “The Filipino is worth dying for”. 4



History Notes:

1. Benigno "Ninoy" Aquino, Jr., then senator and leading opposition leader (to Pres. Ferdinand Marcos, Philippine dictator who was in power 1965-1986) was advised  by the First Lady not to come back from 3-year exile in the USA, as there was a plot to assassinate him. As to whose plot, it was not clarified.

2. Manila International Airport, right after he went out of the airplane. Media took photos from the window.

3.  There was so much social unrest, and Cardinal Sin, through the radio and other respected media men, finally appealed to all people to go out and stage a massive peaceful protest with people making human barricade against the tanks in EDSA Avenue, Metro Manila's main thoroughfare. No one was killed. Ninoy's wife Cory Aquino who won the election, took the oath of office. The People Power Revolution, the first of its kind, in the Philippines and in the world, was eventually copied by France and other countries.

4. Ninoy Aquino, in an interview a few minutes before he left the plane to his death.


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