We are in a new Guilded Age
Sucking the teats of the ultra-rich and powerful
Holding our breath
To ensure we survive
While the elites get their spaceship
The rest of us get cheap makeup
Biding our time
To hopefully survive
Demigods with cattle prods
Keep us all in line
Silence the public voice
So megalomaniacs get enshrined
Battle-bruised hands stretch out
Only to be removed in zip-ties
Your questions will be ignored
answers bathed in our frigid lies
To start with I followed all rules,
Then exceptions were used as mules.
I loved to break them both
And grammar under oath,
Now when old, like stones are all jewels.
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Limerick | 25.12.2025 | anarchy/confusion, language, rules, mules, jewels
Note: This happens to most. But if one happens to pen poems, he seems to acquire a licence. And if he pens today’s poems, there is no limit to this licence.
A language to have fun with,
Or if not, to play pun with:
In love, the two can cleave
Or else into two cleave,
If you like you can flame,
If not you can inflame;
These pairs mean all the same,
Anarchy be her name;
Have fun with it or none with.
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Limerick | 24.12.2025 | anarchy, language, fun, pun, none
Note: English seems a language of articulated anarchy. If there are linguistic laws they are applied but in breaking them. You don’t spell as pronounced, nor pronounce as is spelled. Same words having many meanings, though it is so in Sanskrit as well. But then it has a common heritage which is Indo European. To cleave is to like, to love, to get attached to. It also means: to cut in half, the very opposite. Again, flame or inflame, it means the same. This verbal wackiness makes it an ideal playground for impish double entendre with puns galore.
Madam Justice has been drugged.
She's been knocked out and lies in a coma.
We'll have to hold our own until she come to.
Meanwhile the horses are loose and running wild.
So are the lunatics and criminals.
A throne of bones and a crown toppled,
Bodies trampled around the Holy grail of blood.
A minister with a broken spine,
A queen with a sewn mouth,
And a lone king at the peak,
While his subjects lay on the chess board.
Your presence.
Your essence.
From Sheol.
Smile empty soul.
You played a mirage to confuse me.
Let me finally be.
I keep one in the chamber, I keep one for myself.
It's there on the top shelf.
Etched into my heart, your purpose there is still unclear.
Im the unspoken seer.
The Chosen one.
This prize you haven't won.
The truth came out.
I've been on the wrong route.
I'm the light, you the abyss.
Ignorance is a bliss.
What madness
We are killing the healers and paying their killers
Bound to the pound and signed our own fate
Consuming its rot confiding in demons
looting the land and soiling the seas
The mother is burning the father is frail
Its shadow is creeping its whispers are vile
The machine it runs rampant its controls are all broken
Our storytellers are paid to swim with its tide
Is this the best we have to offer?
Slogans selling you tomorrow
A wall with our unified attack
together we can take anything down;
Even naked riding horses bareback;
A big city in sync with a small town,
sane but a bit twisted with anarchy;
This rebellion will be world renown;
No longer content to just let things be
there is still something here to save;
If you fight you belong at this party;
Call us malignant but we’ll misbehave,
crashing on the shore we are the wave.
The psychological intention, the diversion of the facts
The creation of a situation to erase the other tracks
Augmented argumentation the license to do anything
Plausible deniability with all the false facts that we sing
Paradigms are shifting creating a new different realm
Who is the real leader and who should take the helm
Every decision left open to another one's own devices
Leads the normal activity into a world now full of crisis
The minds of the population separately think the same
The majority of the masses can not win this chess game
So cattled up all together following the herd one by one
The black sheep are the future but for now we're on the run
bmdavey@04/11/2023
Massive strikes in Germany
Burning tires in France
Drummers pound out a war dance
But please do not worry
Real change can't be hurried
Except with a large cash advance
Was it him?
No,
his brothers
tied grenades.
on dead black birds
heaved them high.
to fly, wings tied back,
up to a third story balcony.
Which is the easiest way to make two
Indian states to fight?
One is to throw power, language, water-
Issues on their face.
So you’ll have got two Dravid states
Fighting eternally,
O’er slight and petite things for decades
Meaningless, mundane,
So that your Aryan Empire in the
North will have its way
Of flourishing and bringing in caste and
Sect-bred troops set free.
Not one but multiple such issues
Let loose on the south
On the twin sister-states of Tamil Nadu
And Kerala have worn
Out sistership, brotherhood and good-
Will among these two
Peoples, and eroded their history
Of a common past.
Mullapperiyar Dam Water Issue,
Imposing Hindi,
And Koodankülam Atomic Power
Plants are but a few,
Devised by central government to
Keep them warring on
And smoth’ring each other instead of
Pooling their resources.
We will examine each and weigh how
Hampered they progress,
Before we’re onto the treachery of the
Telengana State.
(Written and first published on: 08 December 2020)
Can also be read in full here: https://sahyadribooks-remesh.blogspot.com/2020/12/224-hindu-anarchy-coming-to-india.html
Small minds,smaller yet, their dreams.
Achiever attackers, back stabbers.
Sheep that follow, media lies they swallow.
A strong leader, they daily seek.
To destroy, oh lost, obnoxious freaks.
Give them a mask and some fire?
They burn wonderful cities to their hearts' desire.
The innocent lie dead at their hands.
So proud of killing, they~on this sad, American day.
1-20-2021
~1~
Anarchy
Terror stalks the night undaunted
Myrmidons of hate unchained from history’s dungeons
March in service to evil’s blackest spirit
While Archangels stare unseeing into Satan’s sinister heart.
Blood flows rivers, vermin feed and thrive
In fearsome villages of cruelty
Where lust and vengeance rule with icy grip
And courage lies weeping in the darkest corner.
Stalking, stalking, stalking all love deceased
Unfettered menace chisels coldly at hope’s heart
While mother’s milk turns poison
And faith loses all armor.
And when time turns past this sunless day
The craven army of the night retreats
To huddle without warmth in wait
For Anarchy’s next dark eclipse come.
Triple Senryus
hit, hurt, swear, beat, scream
thus, the cry of anarchy
goal, loot, burn, destroy
law, order, must end
hate-o-rama, mean drama
bared teeth, angry feet
empty eyes and souls
fires insult God's holy skies
satan's minions all
August 30. 2020.
1pm PST
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