Abhorrent Poems

Us and them

This psychopathic wand with which we put a spell on everything. Fool the gullible souls and they’ll do for you anything.

This formidable lie we choke to call the truth. So many people die for what greed ‘needs’ under its roof.

This perplexing way of life sees poor people bow to the riches whims. Where need is buried alive no matter how loud it screams.

This state of mankind is abhorrent in almost every single way. Where the very minute few dictate to the rest what they think and say.

the toxic words

There are two words put together I see as
Oppressive and abhorrent-as bad as the word
Xenophobia-the word toxic masculinity divides-we need to
Inspire our future not divide the
Children with words that separate

Mars and venus are two not one-
Adam and eve walked through the garden together-
Strength and courage are traits to be
Celebrated...not to be feared. The
Unity of respect is needed to come together.
Level headed approach to understands differences and not build the rift like the
Illusions reflected from the glass and light-becoming a
Neurotic plague-a disease which has spread its tentacles-no wonder there's 
    confusion 
Inside young minds. Let nature take its course and let the
Testosterone flow as boys grow into men-we need to teach them...not condemn     
    them...
Yes there are some males who are misogynist but they are in the minority...not     
    the majority.

No Kings

See, folks, here's the thing:
in a republic, there is no king,
and in a democracy such as yours or ours,
no one is allowed to have absolute powers.
One of your president's tragic flaws
is that he believes he's above the law;
and while he has scaled the political heights,
it doesn't mean he can trample human rights.
The presidency is not a stepping stone
to giving orders from a gilded throne,
and his desire to be autocratic
is abhorrent. That's just axiomatic.

My Heart Was Abandon

The dark road of misery
led me to a more abhorrent realm of existence
when I succumbed to your disguise
before you abandoned my heart
in your pleasured dungeon of dreariness
where your veins flowed with emotionless blood
as you spoke your final words, cold, calculating
that fell upon my ears like a winter's rain
this landscape of illusion has become barren
where lips once pressed the flesh of our desires
    to claim my soul...now
has turned to vile contempt
for the lifeless bouquets from a garden of promises
I feel the sting of poison pump through each heartbeat
as I wander in a lonely black silence
    towards a Bastone of bitter bile
where my heart awaits its fate
of cupped hands clinging to my face like talons
    as I crumble to my knees...abandon
in a dark and desolate sob-filled tomorrow

Brotherhood Lost

No need or want is greater still
Than that which lacks the higher will
And deems what others hold by right
Be gained by vile abhorrent might
Or lacking cause with common weal
Unhands by wanton treacherous seal
To break the bonds of brotherhood
And serve thyself o'er greater good

A Letter to Emily Dickinson

Dear Emily, 'the Recluse of Amherst'

In my university days, you burned in me 
As a dazzling flame of endless inspiration.
As I sit to write to you, your soul in its depth I see
And it speaks to me, still giving endless motivation.

Your concise and crisp musings, penned years ago,
Continue to light poetic sparks in my soul.
Your poetry is like a whispered secret still aglow
As a recluse, you hid yourself. From the crowd you stole.

Your poems give a glimpse into the workings of your heart
Your thoughts, bold and subtle speaks directly to me.
As I think of you, through my mind, emotions of awe dart.
Staying aloof, you watched nature and animals closely.

In your poems, you elevated the mundane to the sublime.
‘If I could Stop one Heart from Breaking’_
This poem, stays immortal in all time.
Your musings on life and nature are breathtaking.

Dear Emily, you shouldn’t have hidden your light,
Like a lamp under the bushel. Sad, your poems you buried,
Abhorrent of publicity, but posthumously came into limelight.
Now across oceans and tides, they are avidly ferried.

O Mighty One

Why must disobedience always prevail
in our present days of perfection and self-greed?
Why can't we bow our heads above abhorrent Hell,
admire creation and discard false creed?

O Mighty one, erase all my sins of brash foolishness
so rampant in uncontrolled thoughts of wild moments:
when nothing could trouble the unconscious soul,
when freedom exceeded its will not to avoid a fall!  

Forgiving this son of yours, sobbing and despairing,
can bring him the consolation he has sought for too long;
can tears admonish that he's truthful and willing
to renounce all that made him a selfish being, not a king?

Are there hearts purer than gold, brighter than any sunrise light?
Nobody has ever been those except for sinless Christ,
everybody wants glory and if a few find it: its so short:
I seek no glory from men, only anchoring my boat in a safe port!

Earth's Cry

The language I use
Is not for man alone
Tis laced wit sweet nectar
That comes from nature's blood
Hear me oh creation
For I bring news that man and beast 
Must listen to
We hear as one, the language of our mother

The words I speak
I beg tis not hearsay 
I have heard the truth
From the winds rustle the leaves and sway the trees
From the churn of the brook in the meadow
From the wishwash of crashing waves of the ocean
Our mother speaks with a sorrowful voice
Her tears are our hurricanes
Her wails become our earthquakes

Listen to me, her kin
Born from the depths of melancholy
Before her patience becomes anger
And her sadness unquenchable rage
Change your ways oh man and beast
Drink up the words laced with the sweet nectar 
Before it becomes bitter poison 
That you are forced to swallow.
Save yourselves from complete anarchy 
And make our mother dance with glee
For if her despair turns abhorrent 
Man and beast shall cease to exist.

Thought Parades

An escapade from thought parades
A blockade of rouge descent
An oeillade craved
Rueful indignance
A room full of insects

A jocose allusion
A lissome illusion
A querulous reality
I weep where you can't see

Streams of dreams
Melt slowly, spring snowman
Abhorrent print
Why can't I just speak casually

Cursed

As a societal pariah,
am I not deserving a grand denouement?
When my tale reaches zenith,
will I be shackled,
by the abhorrent atrocities,
your accursed kind has wrought,
upon my tempestuous form?
Light my pyre,
I need a tan.

Zen

Clear one's thoughts and meditate
Chaos absent when mind floats free
Enlightenment is perfected state
Zen achieved no mental debris.

Go with the flow and be content
River of life can be raging torrent
Wrapped in calmness anger spent
Negative thought now quite abhorrent.

Mentally think of beautiful place
When life has harried beyond the pale
Moment of peace will restore pure grace
Calmness of zen will always prevail.

My Mistress

What is death if not supreme silence,
Have you ever craved the silk of a quiescent moment?
When the constant barrage of noise around you becomes abhorrent,
And what if the most deafening gabble,
Came from a source that was unavoidable?
Nails on slate but imaginary,
At the base of your skull reverberating,
Now hover in that moment eternally.

As years go by and seasons change,
One thing always stays the same:
The ceaseless racket inside your brain,
Feasting on your sanity at a rate you cannot sustain.

Death is my mistress of solitude,
She flies around me,
An interpretive dance of doom,
Sensually she reminds me,
A painful moment can buy me
An eternity of peace.

A Psychological Reflex

Labyrinthine notions of complex emotions
break through the mind with a crack.
Vulnerable pains bubble up once again,
as the memories draw the strain back.

How far does one go before one truly knows
that an abhorrent mistake has been made?
That ideas pre-grown as crops would be sown,
only shudder, and crumble; degrade?

A gathering web; spreads through your head.
It corrupts with a touch like a plague. 
No stone left unturned, no idea unburned.
Reformed, like your mind when it gave.

No where to run, each safe-house corrupted.
You did it yourself: the bed’s ready friend.
None come to aid, your life interrupted. 
A reunion has come, the darkness again.

Redamancy

Neon lights of love
glister from the strobic sphere.
Is my desire abhorrent?

My head, spinning with
each phantasmagoric twirl, 
yearns for your adoration.

Winters Reign

A day of reckoning is upon us
Winds that pick and toss rain that pelts and soaks
Pick up your armor, release the shields
Only to have it ripped from your grasp
Alone you wander through the wreckage
Lost souls twinned in the feat of battle

Feel the thunder smash into the land
As the heavens let loose another incursion
Splatter goes your only hopes
As you hold your hand up to catch the drizzle
Covered, head to toe in the past, future, the present
Feel the hurt that we have devastated

Wash away in the downpour
The earth quenched from another conflict
As if the clouds have not had enough
They continue their downward spiral 
But alas, there is an opening
The foretold eye, an empty chasm
Where the grass streaks green

The trees sway from releasing their chains of water
Spring can see once again
For the colors that stripe the atmosphere
Show the end of this abhorrent misery
The rain will come again, you know so
But for now, bask in the sunlit circle
For it will be gone soon, To the monsoon

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