Go and gather up the known affiliates.
We're gonna build a village of idiots.
We gotta make sure this gets crazy.
"Getting out of hand" to me is just lazy.
Had our fill of tastless "pain et cirque".
Contorting dough into a shape won't work.
Hunting down cerebral stimuli.
We got the time to kill but it won't die.
Gonna paint this town the bloodiest of red.
A thin veneer of all the living dead.
Choking to death on the lives they've led.
Infected by the many lies wide-spread.
Blunt force persuasion you beg us to stop.
As we eyeball the pyramidal top.
It's "for the greater good" just "flattening the curve".
Please you must excuse our unabated verve.
Treating us like pets you got a whole lotta nerve.
We're the only cure you will ever deserve.
We got the hunger and we're coming for a taste
Won't be over until you resemble paste.
So we're disposable? now look who's a waste.
Editing the gene pool til your bloodlines erased.
Illuminati, elimination.
Very soon to be a not so Freemason.
More than welcoming your depopulation.
No political parties bring celebration.
The "ruling class" now holding no dominion.
Truly free no longer an unwilling minion.
Beware of sister sights that crave your work
one minute your work debut the next day
your title even name is in use beware of fake
sights especially the deceased sight poetry.com
vaguely Howard Ely dissolved this company
replacing it with LuLu who has tumbled other sites
use poetry. com however it has no affiliates with
the original poetry. com or Lulu I can't tell you what to do
but she's not my sister clearly using the name
of poets to buy sell trade poetry on a vicious
net web of lies be careful you might see your
name in print your titles will catch you at first as
you read between the lines of copycat theater
sister sights or sista sight can be a real fright
You are beautiful but you don't see it.
Your black skin is so unique.
You haven't seen black excellence lived out.
You have mostly seen black that is dark.
You have mostly seen black that is lacking.
You have mostly seen black that doesn't seem to care.
It's the same with Christendom you haven't seen Christian excellence.
You have seen mostly so-called Christians that lie and deny the one true God.
You have seen so much hurt with your young eyes.
You have seen it in the one's you should have been able to trust the most.
You have rejected your roots and thrown them off in disgust.
Shaking your fist and saying I will not buy into this lie.
You should know not every one of us are liars.
You should know that you are great and that God makes no mistakes.
You should know that you can't be truly happy until you learn to embrace your roots.
You should know that greatness does lie within you.
I believe one day you will find that greatness before it's too late.
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Fight, just for today I am still clean so I will fight.
Fight, I have this fire in me so I can use that fire in me to fight.
Fight, I will not let your hate define me, overtake me, cause me to drown I will fight
Fight there is a rage building up in me and I will use it to fight for me I will use it to make the world a better place.
Fight I'm a warrior, fight, I'm strong, fight I am large and in charge, I will not go back into the dark
Fight, you tried to break me, make me go insane but you are wrong I will fight
I am angry now you have called forth my inner warrior so watch out world because I won't easily back!
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My foot is four legs of a tortoise
My thump is anchor of my docking
My reason is the traffic light of red lights only
My patience is the hand break of a vehicle
Their ‘batakari’ has wings to fly over me
Their worm-length’s shape has assumed e-train’s speed
Their purpose has influenced reason
Their haste has dismantled rightful queues
My hope of getting there is terminated
My hope of timely-fulfilment is turned time-will-tell
My very core of success is just an envisaged hallucination
My comfort of hope is … ‘God will tell when’
Life is not a competitive errand
Life must be fulfilling through struggles
My much efforts draining, I can’t change my aging
They pass through the hasty runways
Through dubious means to by-pass me
To achieve their over-ambitious greed-filled lives
At the expense of the down trodden.
I am not blaming the successful for my plight
But the gate has to be opened to all,
The apian way is an abomination.
Do unto the politicians, the vote winners, the powerful and the privileged
Including their relations, associates and affiliates
As you do unto the civilian, the vote casters, the commoners and the under- deprived.
Ravenous rats in our lives
Determined to nibble the nipples
Stabbed by knives
Cutting tenuous triples in ripples
Undulating and ululating
In horror
At the humiliating and excruciating
Error and terror
Erstwhile partners and associates
Commit or omit
To implicate affiliates
Whose remit
Captures, raptures and sutures caverns
Embedded deep within bowels, dowels, towels, trowels and vowels of the Earth
Away from testing and truculent taverns
Where felt, unleashed wrath
Against ravages rodents havoc wreak
In the calm we covet
Even when we struggle up the creek
And services of a vet
We seek, click and tweak
In our endeavor
To kick, tick and stick
Into the peace favour and flavor
Singled out as the linchpin
Enmeshed
In a twin pin whose sapience spin
Bashed, crushed, slashed and trashed
In burrows dug by ravenous rodents
Ferocious and noxious
Whose complicit correspondents
In spite of behavior fractious
Slump and succumb
To energies injected in the strategy
Ensuring ravenous rodents run numb
As triumphant emerge our deployed and employed synergy.
The juxtaposition of a jelly bean is a line out symbol which points not just north but in all outward direction. To consider an atomiser a friend is to put on a hat and scarves in very cold weather. Nevertheless it could be said that a beat box can boom at this time so one must hide slippers in mugs and take tantric lessons from aspiring affluentional affiliates. Achoo achoo cried the toast soldier lay down on a round plate. I would of liked to have had far more butter. For to glow is to flow and to flow is to grow. Like a boat. Rather reaching radiuses ridiculously. And baking an omelette soup. Take no ball of heifer cake to a flower show. And drive no cabbage in a floaty dress to a garden party. Signal then. Good. Great isn't it.operatic arrival of a bopping stick. Fantastic. Wow. Work not an adaptable weed in an upright position in a Turrentine pot. And cue no angle at eighty degrees. 1 2 1 2 1 2 3 attempting a maritime movement. Monumentally moons. And that glare off a jar. Haha and now eat a sweet. Haha leopard leotards leaping. Haha gestational z
I'm just a Soldier in his Camouflage
In the Mirror of the Mirage
Chameleon to envious enemies Onslaughts
They in the Image of Decepticons
Why I listen in on the Intercom
Walkie Talkie till the Image of the Affiliates Collage
Nightvision goggs I can see they Militants in the Fog
Not knowing they walking into planted land mine full of Bombs
With Grenades in my Palms
Stake outs in the Night to Dawn
Why I'm concealed looking from the Pond
In the trees with Ninja Stars
With a few Ninjas with Swords over they Arms
I pray to GOD for Victory an then I kiss my Charm
Then I put my dog tag back under my Thermal
Eyes filled with Inferno
That burns Eternal
I sit in the tree lookin at the stars an write in my Journal
To me it's Business and it's Personal
Why deceptive retrieve
in a wheelchair
for the fallen ?
Was it not a sheer
wrong message
of a space anxiety ?
The aboriginal name
was dead in a traffic. What
a choice to breathe its
last in a city of buried
monuments ? Vision of inner
city affiliates,
taking questions for
the first time. You
become only a body after the death.
A white rose waits
for a blue sea. The black moon
hovers around the old man.
SATISH VERMA
Why deceptive retrieve
in a wheelchair
for the fallen ?
Was it not a sheer
wrong message
of a space anxiety ?
The aboriginal name
was dead in a traffic. What
a choice to breathe its
last in a city of buried
monuments ? Vision of inner
city affiliates,
taking questions for
the first time. You
become only a body after the death.
A white rose waits
for a blue sea. The black moon
hovers around the old man.
SATISH VERMA
Wavy lines and swirls,
In the same family of hue.
Complimentary colors;
Orange hair bound by blue.
Broad strokes of paint,
Scribbled by the brush.
With careful undertones,
His hands did not rush.
A pale face emerges,
On a lonely silhouette.
On a rolled piece of canvas,
He painted his self-portrait.
_________________________
*Note: This is about a painting
by Vincent Van Gogh titled
Self-Portrait Saint-Rémy
September 1889
Oil on canvas 65 x 54 cm.
Paris, Musée d'Oray
http://affiliates.art.com/get.art?T=15041509&A=307084&L=8&P=10213526&S=2&Y=0
You hurt, you know, you do,
Without meaning or intention,
Each word and deed and look
A razor honed invention
Plunged straight into my heart
And welcomed with devotion,
Ignites a hurricane of glass
Into savage, silent motion.
You hurt, you know, it's true,
With no purpose and no reason,
Each gesture, smile and frown
Components of an inner treason
Plotted with no real conclusion
Only lightning strikes in blindness,
Stamping heels upon the lips
Only crying out for kindness.
You hurt, you know, you do,
With no semblance of regretting,
All the times I see your face
Forbids me from forgetting
That despite the welling fear
Of emotions torn to pieces,
My love for you still grows,
In leaps and bounds increases.
You hurt, you know, it's true,
Without care or taking blame,
Every laugh and frozen shoulder
Affiliates my shame,
Drips like acid on my feelings,
Burns their substance day by day
So what means love to you
That bids you treat me in this way?
Diversity reversibly words verses so vividly;
It switches the pitches and the stitches of our images.
It’s not exact, nor compact in a disk like the bone of a back.
It’s not alliances, nor compliances with every Law from Mount Zion.
And it’s not uniformity, nor conformity to the torn and uninformed world’s formed formality.
But it’s love and it’s hate:
Benevolence, malevolence, and differences toward each other’s pencils and stencils.
It’s Toontown’s toons’ tones tuning to the max and to the minimum.
It’s robbers who bob dollars to top off their pockets’ wallets,
Like Rockerfellar, Penn and Teller, so clever in their endeavors:
Business affiliates who steal to fill their wanting will.
And it’s hard-workers jerkin’ tears, lurkin’ in corn and cotton fields for years,
Stacked packed more than black or white, but a fight to abide by and die
Until the world sees gray shades.
Diversity We are.
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