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
(should Brexit be cancelled)
(this is the reality)
So I guess democracy invalid so too law,
common sense and justice for all,
politics too that leaves war,
but Remain want it how it was before,
now be the losers they were sore,
until hatred flows to the core
and roars hate will kill them all,
see that’s extreme but hatred isn’t,
injustice bubbles viciously...
and when no Brexit a reality,
Remain will remain the enemy,
Well done Remain create hate, in time crimes...
all you had to do was accept defeat,
but if targets for the rest of your life times
pleases you then you carry on sweet
The reality of Brexit being cancelled, is one Remain (like the result) can’t see, they think peace and prosper, deludes. Warnings
(should Brexit be cancelled)
(this is the reality, part 2 of 2)
They believe we will be quiet
overlooking injustice,
but hate lit fire will spread in riot,
for this they have pushed us.
they envision us prosper in peace,
with growth and all fine,
but have hate remain not ease,
their enemy of mine.
they made a mockery of democracy,
expect us play by its rules,
we will choose and embrace anarchy,
won’t recognise what rules.
narcissists blank out true reality,
Remainers have shown they do the same
Remainers and all too my enemy,
this country never be the same,
You must understand,
we do this for a reason,
they didn’t accept defeat,
so now we show them beaten,
Uncivilised rejections of a vote,
uncivilised hatred they grow,
grow and grow will never go,
goodbye Great Britain cheerio.
The battle line is drawn.
Beyond the mystery of your power,
You've laid us down.
In your bid to get in here you promised to build a tower.
On your shoulder do we rest
Till you daily lay us to rest.
We will end the insurgence in few months
While same seems not ending after four years.
Revolution now is seen as threat
While with your mouth it's declared.
The fight against corruption
In your bid is an illusion.
As this is done in meritorious deceits.
Tell me not to raise any alarm.
How dare you say that?
As anarchy iseminent to your act.
In deep thought, the murder of the rule of law
Is announce in your filthy hands
As you desecrate the temple of justice
In bid to be above the law
Where is our hope?
Where are we to go from here?
No food on the table
As all had been inflated.
The minimum wage has no date of implementation
And you've come to fight corruption.
Are you not?
Hear me great Divine
As my petition is made from a wounded heart.
Forgive and let this cup pass us by
As in the time of general Abasha
The shakeup/anarchy
The Green party is in power
Not many cars on the streets
Asphalt is removed, cobblestones too.
They are planting trees and vegetables
The motorway is a strawberry field.
I don’t mind, pick fruit as I walk
To the tax office, which shut no one
Is supposed to pay tax anymore.
Airports are farms, planes are forbidden
They pollute too much.
Private hospitals have gone public and
That gladdens my heart equality at last.
Law enforcement and the army have
Also been disbanded they never served
The peoples need.
There is peace in the land and rivers
are full of trout, and
the king is my next-door neighbour.
A. Anarchy
Amber autumn aflame
An aroma of ash appeases the adamant arsonist; the artful anarchist
An audacious attempt at attacking back at our arbitrary accommodations
The ascended advocate us to abide as they affirm their advancement through annihilation
An abstract artifice, artificial affirmation of all aspects
Treated like an array of aliens in our allowed acropolis with the armor turned against us
Most amused with their asinine aspirations and amaurotic attractions
A few too apprehensive to argue and ask for an alternative, afraid of any altercation
But the agitated and annoyed assemble, ascertaining truth through awareness at every angle
Amateur acts of anger arise and accelerate, accompanying their adverse assault on our amendments
The alliance ablaze and amassing, anticipating an apocalyptic ambush
Absolution remains absent and anger becomes anxiety among those abandoned
The affluent assure abolishment for the average and all under
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