Where have all the brave men gone?
They break into your house, steal your money,
Car keys, wallet and whatever they can.
Masked men, or covered faces with hoodies.
They assault the old, children, women and defenceless men.
What has become of facing your enemies?
Not that the innocent people are their enemies.
That’s right! All they are guilty of is trying to
Live in peace.
They attack mostly in the middle of the night,
Waving machetes, knives and guns.
And, if that’s not enough, it’s illegal to afflict
Any bodily harm to these aggressors.
Unless of course if it’s due diligence of self-
Defence. What do we do to defend ourselves?
Sit back and take it on the chin? Willingly let them in?
Judge, please refuse bail and throw these
Scumbags where they belong, even prison
Isn’t harsh enough for all these crimes committed.
I made no deal
I offered no parity
For my son's recovery
To earn this disparity
Is it a sadistic choice
Some cosmic joke?
To give back to me one
And take away the other bespoke?
To heal the impossible
And afflict the mother?
To give both joy and despair
In the same week?
I am broken.
I'm broken, unfixéd.
So please, just stop.
Let me love and be loved.
And let me laugh my days
In the joy of their happiness.
So badly do I want to give up
To give in. To quit.
And you didn't make me that way
You made me to fight.
To love, even when--
No, especially when
It hurts.
Broken and weary
Lift me up
Don my rusted armor
Hand me a sharp stick
And show me my foe.
Oh, Life, a canvas of contradictions, a tale of strife,
I pose my questions to you, in search of meaning and life.
Why do the wicked thrive, while the righteous fade?
Why does evil reign, while goodness is oft betrayed?
Why must we toil for sustenance, and pay for earth's delight?
The land, the water, the air – gifts of nature's might.
Yet, we purchase them, as if they were commodities rare,
A paradox of plenty, in a world beyond compare.
Why do tears fall like rain, and hearts break with pain?
Why do we harbor hate, and struggle to love in vain?
Why does wealth wield power, while poverty's voice is hushed?
What of the marginalized, the vulnerable, and the crushed?
Why do disabilities afflict, and suffering beset?
Why does darkness prevail, and evil's presence is met?
I plant seeds of hope, but nothing seems to grow,
A barren landscape, where dreams wither and go.
Oh, Life, your mysteries are profound, your ways unclear,
Yet, in the questioning, I search for truth, and hold on dear.
Perhaps in the silence, an answer will resound,
A whisper of wisdom, that echoes all around.
Cursed
I am plagued by things of the now: daily
physical aggravations for which
doctors have given me no cure.
Memories can’t afflict me
the way my body has
been bedeviled by
ailments which do
not even
have a
name.
I
suppose
I can say
the memory
of a physician
having injected me
four times with a substance that
gives some people dire side effects
haunts me to this day. Cursed is this world
by doctors who are meant to do no harm.
Relentless, empowering, with so many mountains to climb
Remorseless destruction, given on those who idled around
Youthful years spent wasted on anger never worth its time
Pursued until driven under this cold, listless barren ground
He had a mission given to him, before his own birth breath
Centuries before him, a devil’s power on his enemies to ail
Bring them all down, then left to wallow in their own death
Just to sight him was enough to render those demons pale
He was going beyond any hell known that all feared but he
Wiping this world, of those who would afflict beyond belief
To make all a better place only for the likes of you, and me
Not to be burdened with their woeful cries, thus their grief
Where God’s beyond, will feed upon, their perishable souls
With all their knowledge on a platter digested, as achieved
So, peace upon this world can reign once more, we control
So evil will no longer exist as we have all always perceived
The heart that beats does scream as my chest tightens,
A sound so sharp it bleeds from me, my every will.
Hath only the mind to break my faith and frightens,
My soul under deep now slaved shall ever be still.
The body does succumb to its own writhing,
I beg this moment cease, the play of such filth,
Like fertile field, every second upon me scything,
It reaps from ground the bounty that blood forth spilth.
The eyes spiral through with sight of mind distorted,
While blind despair does spread as thoughts afflict,
My world falls down, both shapeless and contorted,
I cannot break the grasp that chains constrict.
Into my every being it has pervaded,
The man who weeps as his soul degraded.
loneliness doesn't torment, it matures.
so you must make the sun your lover.*
nothing in sight.
my heart whispers, "thank you."
how can it say this? why does it cut?
can anything afflict when everything already does?
my lover is watching.
glass. steps concrete doors razors. keys.a needle.
my lover watches me.
can i meet the stare? can i raise my eyes and
let my bones melt?
i see someone over there in the corner sobbing.
this is holy ground.
i traded the surreal.
now i can feel the chain link and cuffs and shackles
is this what it feels like to feel?
the darkness was horror. i stood paralyzed,
engulfed by terror. is it endless? surely it must be endless.
You told me you would meet me there.
You would walk with me.
then you swallowed the pills. you covered your face
with the party mask and attached the hose, filling your
lungs with helium. You are asleep.
the note said sorry,
but you wanted this since you were five years old.
is this what it feels like to feel?
do you also feel cold steel around your wrists and ankles?
i will meet you there
not in shadow, but sunlight.
this is holy ground,
*first 2 lines adapted from Nietzsche
Airplanes slammed into the North and South Towers,
horrible screams rose and pierced the smoky air;
sirens wailed, the airborne enemy had stricken twice
to afflict death upon the innocent and unaware!
Whenever we go back, we don't see that empty space,
the foundations of the towers violently shake,
who can imagine the terror on each face?
They reach out for those helping hands of grace!
The survivors met face to face with Hell and were grateful
to the ones who gave up their lives and dignified call;
and those who died will be rewarded by a merciful God:
is the One who blessed the peace-makers and cursed the bad!
Let's all remember what happened on that tragic day,
and if we still shed tears and sorrow persists in us today:
let's be glad that they paved our way with awareness,
giving us courage and hope and these are priceless virtues!
It's snowing outside today
and sticking in spots
it's as cold as an icicle in the airway
our heat is kicking on lots
I've been thinking concerning messages
that gets sent by our work
I believe a misunderstanding regarding images
that aren't what I meant to perk
if that is the case I apologize
I'm not an evil person for sure
and appreciate the comments you actualize
I'll aim to be clearer adjure
the way I present is meant not to conflict
with anyone who does read
I hope my voice is clear and without to afflict
for I'm trying to be a careful creed
It's snowing outside tonight
it'll be gone by tomorrow it seems
I wish you all a swell night
in whatever time zone sweet dreams
Hubris and centrism are forever hook and mitt
A myriad of players does seemingly afflict
Resenting green eyes now focusing in
Rocks tangled with glass and taken square on the chin
Petulant stance, the recreants cry
Transitorily deuced with an inquisitive why
Posturing accepted, a haughty delivery in the night
Furtive and devious, and not very bright
Mystified clearly, network disrupted
Vista on essence, simply corrupted
Spiteful in pattern, indifferent and rude
Coercion les enlist, poultry and crude
Yeah lesson concluded and left to reflect
Degree obtained, autonomic architect
Every posterior, leered and showcased for thee
Closing of view and this third degree
May we ever make amends my friends?
Once a hobo tears you to the bone
Facing now a fiery end all deaf to tone
No atonement chanced while all defiled
Set to fighting on a flag projection
None will win the outcome of election
You afflict me for a thought deception
Humanity to pay wholesale rejection
Those who split our nation gleeful
Twisted under sanctioned violence
Toppled kingdom ruins flashed to dust
Until the loafers pay the final Pence
End
President Trump is like a hangnail for the deep state. You remove it with a lot of pain, but it keeps comes back again for no reason.
On this earth, which the man beholds
As his sanctuary own, he has proved
The mightiest of all and defied
Challenges unthinkably hard,
Has taken the route of science
To go up the value chain
That shields him from disasters
And plagues but at what price?
Lives sacrificed and centuries wait,
All seem to go up in flames
As out of the blue Coronavirus strikes.
A reminder that the world is flat for all
Crowns and paupers no difference
None owing its pardon for a bribe
Coronavirus the cruel is at his door
With its penchant to attack the crowds,
And known for its savor for flesh vintage
Goes on the rampage in search
Of the vulnerable old, raring
To afflict and put him to death,
Heart wrenches as digs invisibly the pest
Into his kith and kin to reach unto him.
Fight between the man and the devil
Is heating up every second
As destiny stands with bated breath,
With the economy in ruins and so the life
The man needs to hit the devil fast
Where it hurts the most
By cutting off its wingspread
By him moving into a loner's life
A skill that's not easy on the man
But once mastered Coronavirus
Is bound to lay down its arms.
Being a highly self-directed person
Knowing how to speak and reason
Today’s woman is alive to the sense
Of her dignity and the importance
Of her private functions straight
And domestic domain ultimate
Her talent is superb I state
In the public domain great
Being rational in approach
She is cool with no reproach
Want to do things best possible
And in a manner commendable
Let’s emphasize woman’s role
In all fields of society I dole
Thus she has a pivotal role
In eradicating poverty whole
She can mend social fabric
If taken out of daily afflict
Let all womenfolk enjoy their
Rights and opportunities fare
Major reason is the illiteracy
All we need to change policy
Education is a weapon at large
Narrows down odds at barge
Being significant is their role
For better life in future whole
Let’s educate our girls umpteen
So as to take HDI in teem
Want to see society progress
Then enhance the women status
Let’s honour the women folk all
Stopping restrictions on the girl
Let’s stop early marriage
To gift the women much tutelage
Women’s Reservation Bill is the call
Please fight for it my comrades all..!!
I went to a coffee shop on a Friday morning.
When the young lady working behind the counter;
Without provocation and giving no warning;
Laid me out with a smile, a welcome, and a good morning.
Conveyed with conviction, it was touching and heartwarming;
So, not just hot coffee which warmed me that morning.
Whenever my touring took me near that shop,
I always made it a point to make a stop.
The young lady would hit me again and again;
With the brightest of smiles, a welcome, and a good morning.
And it wasn’t just me she treated in this manner;
All who came in received the same banter;
I had only been there but maybe thrice;
When it occurred to me, everyone in the place was nice;
It seems that smiles and kind words are some sort of disease;
Contagious and infectious they spread through a place;
And soon are emanating from every face;
I hope that I have made my case,
That a smile and some kindness can vaccinate,
From the depressions that afflict the human race.
I haven't told you that I love you, and I still do.
I haven't told you that I dreamt to be with you,
still hoping too.
Haven't told you that I care for you,
but I know you will never know.
These are just all in my heart.
Hide, kept, buried till my heartbeat stops...
even my breath won't reveal
the secret of my repressed desires...
Was I to blame when our love to sprout didn't bloom?
Where my words and actions
hold your heart's expressions?
Why so easily discourage and choose to step back?
When my heart's only want is to know if your love can hold on so tight.
Your choice to surrender afflict me so much pain,
Where my world torn apart and put it into flame,
And there are crimson, twilight, dusk and also dawn,
Forsaken the day till it has forgotten,
light was unknown...
And now its just solitude and abyss in my room.
Was I not worthy of your love?
Halt of passion, misty and obscure
Bygone, by past, dead, defunct
And so I lift it to time to heal in act
But destiny calls as my desires to forget
To meet a man whom will be my forever dearest.
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