Caught between a glamorized past and an imploding present,
Future's hope hangs upon the scales of a timid fate.
A country splintering,
A modern-day civil war where words fly by like bullets.
Family and friends become nothing but mere collateral,
To radicalised ideals and misplaced allegiances.
While the rest of the world unites,
Watching as the sparks of hate ignite.
As flames of blind loyalty sweep through cities.
Idiocracy now rules the ashes,
The clock is ticking down.
Will you cower in the shadows,
Waiting for the winds of change to blow over,
Or will you fight, come hell or high water?
Life’s Repetition of rinse and repeat:
Saga, the odyssey
lies
And deceit.
Juliet’s drowning upon daggers blade in
Response to a Romeo’s lethal swallow.
The need be not the chasing down of serpentine sleuthing out the whys they bit you..
But the how so to heal oneself from poisons onset.
Cause the effect.
Effect the cause.
Alterations of souls allegiances.
Whom wages the war upon one’s self
Loses all in either outcome.
Close the gate,
Button down the hatches
Night draws near.
Light the lamps for shadows creep.
Let illumination run deep..
Burn out yesterday’s fabled ways.
Upon pages of white begin anew.
“Lord what fools these mortals be”
This said by Shakespeare and not by me.
Instead mirror thought of phrase as “idiocracy pains the existence of man”.
Overcome..undone
Underwhelmed..overburdened.
Buried in minds sea
Drowning in muddy thoughts.
Remember our freedoms, lest we forget
The price of liberty and of surrender.
Tyranny cannot trample the people
Lest our future succumb to infamy.
Carried: our flag over our enemies
Our land secure as soldiers we buried.
Pray our allegiances will never bend
As we stand firm for American ways.
Let founding principles be cemented
Cured and secure, and forever be set.
Brave as one loyal to God and country
Live committed and resolved to the grave.
Atoned by the soldiers who gave their all
Their names on white crosses and sacred stones.
Sound your commitment, all citizens pledge
To stand resolute and to country bound.
Dread is no option, allegiance required
Make bravery soar and division: dead.
One nation is ours to love and defend
One life is yours and your obligation.
Black and white motives, it was simple;
The camera rolled before words came,
an adventure played on screen;
Technicolor breathed even more energy
into that delicious cinema magic;
It was all about the best way to tell a tale.
Once upon a time Hollywood had a story to tell..
As it chased what the dollars dictated
slowly the red carpet flames faded;
It didn’t matter who was creative
no chances were going to be taken;
Art locked out of every studio door
exchanged for recycled reboots;
No risk in more of a sure thing;
Now we are left with creativity dying;
Once upon a time Hollywood had a story to tell..
Work places know to keep off of topics
that are known to impede their business;
The film industry is not exempt from this.
Create the most compelling product,
leave out their allegiances keep their art.
Bring back all the ‘Happily ever after.’
Once upon a time Hollywood had a story to tell.
It's just a small crack
much like the one in the Old Liberty Bell
but here it is again growing,
in the torch of Lady Liberty's hand;
like any crack first made
it tends to grow and stretch
repaired yet recurring thru time
still inching larger and looming
over the freedom of mankind;
if you're not careful,
if you fail to tend its needs
forget or deny its original purpose
the freedoms, justice, and liberties,
those allegiances in which you once believed
will become crazing that erodes a little more
of unrepairable fissures that grow
fractures, breaking points that rupture and explode
as the cleft and breach of a democracy implodes;
until the world, you well knew is unfamiliar and lost
to a common-sense America no longer knows.
Labryrith
Lost in a dark cavern of my own making.
Wanting to forget all allegiances that I am now foresaking.
"Allegiances to what, say you"~
Answer..to stop writing about what is excellent, noble and true.
To the tedium and meaningless of life will I write.
Mundane, nothings to not uplift the spirit, for tis better to go fly a kite!
To let go of the social tendrils that choke, like bloody masks!
And to look to this day, which may be our very last.
Augusr 1, 2020
7am PST
in it's beginning
all who opposed it sought an end
yet they marked it's beginning as unknown
and found it more complicated to
make quarantine and contain
sickness
those who find togetherness as part of events
and those who abroad in business or fun.
it has found away to cripple and grasp the attention
of those who are in opposition of'it's spread.
those who war are ill, and those who seek peace
are ill.
then might the mightiest of graces
humble the minds of man
to find himself the cure to the sickness he has created.
Chore and thus thy labors shall find remedy
that mans recilances comes from his fear of god.
yet the zealot speaks as he knows each en: and the scientist speaks
as each beginning is the right start.
Man and woman stay true to their allegiances to one another
and the lonely and displaced find refuge in being alone.
calm the shores of this stormy place, man will never have such power!
Man shall find these facts and streamline each difference
and on every shore all men shall began to heal.
and mourn those they lost to sickness.
pray ye this to shall pass.
pray ye this to shall be resolved.
With flowing robes,
pungent herbs,
arching doors,
organic walls,
and eerie lights,
you take on trappings
of one thought evil.
Yet in you beats
an open heart—
one always skirting
curdled customs,
sterile allegiances,
trivial tyrannies—
one ever seeking
reunions with roots,
transforming spaces,
raw possibilities.
Adherences and allegiances, and monogamy
Browse for the absence of intelligence in her tummy
Commitment and rings, and binding two to one
Doting her temporary smiles and there we go `just married`
Ephemeral joy and love, all these wars and cries were expected.
I have given contests my very best
only to bruise my ego with unrest
and sometimes hurt within my chest.
I confess to times of being obsessed
with stinking poetry contest-distress.
Feelings from result-upsets are not chronic,
no, they are more geared towards chaotic.
Whenever my imagination goes myopic,
I become a seeker of contest topics
to fast provide fed to my eager muse,
ergo, I have sustained the pain of abuse.
Sad chagrin remains aflame till my joy claims
and strains my reins to make me pen poems again.
I win only the odd inning to earn minimal grinning.
Contests involve allegiances, politics, grievances,
perspectives, objectives and other human messes.
They are entered by a sphere of genuine peers
who, like me, have need to feel they belong here.
Whether my entries are revered and cheered,
or seemingly smeared and painfully speared,
I would spill no ink if contest stink disappeared.
For me, smelly contests heed the strong need
of my self-centered muse who controls my lead.
Perhaps these words are just stinky alphabet turds
that I merged for a contest my muse used to feed.
... CayCay Jennings
August 10, 2018
As the world wakes
and new yet old allegiances abate,
the need and desires of nations and leaders lay in fate
cemented to embrace the ever living hates.
Quiet Americans rarely display their plight
silently watching rape of the land and honor in sight
diminished long ago in their absent fight
relegated reservations where speaking out is right.
Why do men fight over oil, gold and dirt
assigning its needs as necessary wars to its worth?
Time and history seem to never change men's ways
denying freedom and equality to every woman and man they slay
old ways and patterns resurface everywhere in place each day
at so great a cost buried by this great demand to play.
The sacrifices of so many lives broken and torn
complete the record, the cautiously worded reports forlorn
with every new generation even those yet to be born
the authenticity questioned and lessons scorned.
It seems we never learn
that life is more than war can earn.
The Beheading of Thomas
Let the clowns play on heathens dirt floors
With the rabble and unwashed masses
The Squires shall reside above
With men at arms and knights of superior glove
Allegiances to kings and royal courts
Let the bishops sort out the cohorts
Be deceived not by those with no letters
Saying they are poets for the better
They worship their own idol minds
While the wise ones seek out their own kind
Seekers who only find battle
Silent ones who preach with loud voices
Forewarning to the masses
You have better choices, forget their pretentious classes
Walk among the islands grazing sheep
Contemplation rewards the humble and meek
Trumps Rubies may shine today
Under rubble I assure you
They shall be one day
Lumpers gather, clump, fuse, combine and meld.
Splitters separate, divide and rupture.
The Lumper's huge nuclear fusion bomb
makes bigger bang by fusing hydrogen
than Splitter's uranium fission bomb.
So where do your allegiances lie?
Is it fusion or fission, lump or split?
Do you focus on the differences
or else, put similarities forward
when deciding how to pigeonhole things.
How do you group, class and codify friends?
Overgeneralizing is risky,
it ignores individuality.
But overs-splitting can be dicey too,
with far too much variation to grasp
and hold while you consider your options.
It is more about what's on the labels,
than the size of your hands, nets or boxes.
Fallen upon knees in ashes of pipe dreamer’s infatuation
chimera's collective stardust reigning through macrocosms,
world spins counterclockwise unrealistically bound hiatus
stained glass mirrors fracture in rhetorical opposition,
earthly beings condensed to mere commonplace residue
threadbare allegiances written on worn out constitutions,
idly spinning cogwheels from premier breath to closer exhale
angels hark intensely attempting to assuage inevitability
whilst calm winds yield to maelstroms' imitative gesticulations
forfeitures of human activity sacrificed in sins' germinal vices
banal platitudes reinforcing an elusively unoriginal existence,
dancing 'round the fire tween inquisitions' reluctant commendations
preparedness on conventional suspension of ill-advised reiterations,
awaiting surrender 'neath an incoherent vigil's unorthodox rite of
incarnate passages' disconnected resolve mid consequential rationale
thereupon...
timelessness is but a variable symbol
factored in mankind's hallucinatory prayers
Allegiances, they pledge; my side, theirs
My trust, unconditional
Acceptance preceding perfection
Their appreciation shown, their truth unknown.
With them, are my woes no more
Unrestrained is my voice, in their presence
Insults do we barrage, none to harsh
Joy is embraced, smiles reflected.
When my steps are unheard, their cloaks disappear
My oppositions they sought, my closet they open
The war incited, buried in yellow carnations
Our fists, unclenched; my wounds too deep.
Disloyalty, a constriction to my heart
Their red hands, an intervention to my faith.
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