Beetlebum, what you done
Chasing a high on the run
Red spots adorn your skin like stars,
They burn out, arms, toes, and neck
Just from various black tars.
Horse crashes into those below,
There is no carriage, no smooth flow.
Money always runs tight, fear is high
The lungs, liver, and kidneys damaged
No matter, the goal is still to fly
China white, but nothing ceramic
Never inside, is there plastic?
No serotonin, synapses all fried
Stick the needle in, don't whine
Hope you feel the need to hide
Landfills filling to the brim on the regular
fast fashion flying by rising up the temperature
Few people straying, staying loyal to the brand
Equipping only cloth from the local hand
Quality over quantity I'm chic with it
Sourcing things with ethicality sweaters hand knit
See I'm mink on mink, catch him doubling the fur
Put my chain under the sink 'cause I'm doubling the brrr
This eternal fight will end one day
Before mother nature will have to pay
Cocoa kissed delight on a floral china plate.
Haute couture, or a humble local bake?
On velvet mauve, the table set
Cherries glazed, maraschino duet
Overflowing sauce, the doily collects
Layer on layer of cocoa kissed bake, made perfect
Aromatic bliss, a taste none should miss
The velvety ganache of roses, sit atop
Eat me fast, the silent call won’t stop
Cup of coffee the perfect partner
At high tea a sinful starter.
Kudos to this temptation in brown
Euphoria and drool it spreads around.
Dying Young Lyrics by Eileen Manassian
I’m afraid of dying young
Of leaving things yet undone
I’m afraid I’ll leave this place
Yet not leave a single trace
I’m afraid I haven’t said
All that lives inside my head
I’m afraid I’ll disappear
And no one will hold me dear.
chorus
I’m afraid I’ve yet to touch ,The hearts of those I love so much
I’m afraid I’ll never see, Who it is I’m meant to be
I’m afraid, for can’t you see?, Not much time is left for me.
I’m afraid, oh, I’m afraid
Instrumental
Soon I’ll lie silent in my grave…
With my stories yet untold
With my dreams yet to unfold
With my songs yet unsung
With my words yet on my tongue
With my passion tucked away
With no more prayers left to pray
I’m afraid……
chorus
I’m afraid I’ve yet to touch ,The hearts of those I love so much
I’m afraid I’ll never see, Who it is I’m meant to be
I’m afraid, for can’t you see?, Not much time is left for me.
I’m afraid, oh, I’m afraid
Afraid
(Afraid)
Afraid
(Afraid)
Afraid
A FAITH-BASED PERSPECTIVE
OF WAR AND ITS DESTINY
Murder is a crime
Unless it’s in war;
Then it’s all legal:
A death penalty
For the innocent:-
Our reality,
Is not of heaven;
Wars have no angels:
Only its demons;
Scavengers of peace:-
Yet, let’s be of faith,
Laboring in love
God is on our side,
And has canvassed hope:
ARMAGEDDON:-
A prose poem based on Copotronic love (Scifie)
by Tamanna Ferdous
One day, I was all prepared to test him about his IQ.
After testing him with different questions in general knowledge,
I read him from an antique Bengali poet, Jibanananda Das.
"The resting place placed the restful here
Never certain if the restful is resting here, though.”
Then I asked his opinion about these two lines.
He informed me," A humane quotation with an outlier in deeper introspection."
When he was showed an art piece of Paul Gaugin,
of a polynatian girl,
he tried to perceive the art from different angles and then said,
“A deformed body had a strange reason to occupy the usage of all the colors
used otherwise irregularly.”
The valuation of paul gauguin and the remark,
it was too difficult to control a wild laughter.
After a while I stopped my loud amusement and asked him.
What was I doing?”
“You were laughing.”
“What is laughing?”
“A physical procedure devoid of meaningfulness.”
“Please try to laugh!”
He followed up with a mechanical noisy aptitude, sensible.
Prometheus, he was a machine!
Adam and Eve were kicked out of the garden, then they started eating meat
Away from plentiful fruits and vegetables, they started a fleshly retreat
Unwittingly sliding down Jacob''s ladder
Man falling from heaven down into dark matter
Away from the light of spirit
Closer to the root in this world and no longer intuit
Taking deep dives and swims in the infamous cesspool
Aimlessly moving through waste, playing a devil's fool
Now man is eating science projects like a sweet treat
So many manufactured food-like items that's Beyond Meat
Just wandering and meandering; meandering and wandering
A futile external search for sustenance, peace, and truth finds man perpetually scampering
Lost Paradise
Paradise Lost
How much time and energy will man exhaust?
Lost Paradise
Paradise Lost
How long will man pay this hefty cost?
Gender-based violence, why all the silence?
We walk the walk; we talk the talk.
With all the violence
there is only silence.
Women cry at night,
feeling they have no right.
Rape every hour
leaves them sour.
Beatings, rape, and murder,
there is no way to take it further.
Men treat women like scum,
while they are numb.
Girls are raped at a young age
like animals in a cage.
That is life on the Cape Flats,
where some people live like rats.
Paying a medical bill
Is a battle that’s uphill
Living off the government,
they don’t earn a cent.
Every day they must find a way.
Without income, it’s a difficult day.
They steal and plunder,
they would steal your thunder.
Gender-based violence.
These gangs you won’t silence.
They live in violence
and die in silence.
In a world where money fades away,
A new economy comes to play.
Global resources, shared by all,
No debts or servitude to enthrall.
With tech so smart, and systems grand,
We’ll manage resources, hand in hand.
Automation takes the lead,
Ensuring all our needs are freed.
The Earth’s green heart, we’ll protect,
With science guiding each project.
No more scarcity, no more strife,
Abundance leads to a better life.
Boundaries fade, nations unite,
For common good, we all will fight.
Human betterment, our new aim,
In this world, we’ll find no shame.
A future bright, where all can see,
The promise of a GRBE.
A world of peace, and harmony,
Built on love and equity.
A One Off Concept
as Tends to happen
casting to be
announced
a institutional concept
emotion exclusivity
concepts of revivalry
quality needs not to be
negotiated
Neglecting the needs of
your consumer base
undermines your effectiveness
pre production is successful
at the post production fade
Brand recognition offers
satisfaction
Production within the bounds of
creation
allows the functioning production machine
to keep the momentum of production
Oh don’t bury courtesy
on the political Prairie.
Where politicians rant
And tell words I can’t;
Say in a crowd
or even whisper out loud.
Oh bury courtesy not on the political Prairie.
Where the politicians howl
and untruths flow free.
Oh bury courtesy not!
These words came loud and pleading
from many citizenry.
But they took no heed
those politicians breed;
And they buried courtesy,
on the political Prairie.
Wish there was a petition
for books we want
to turn into a movie
if the movie producers
actually listened to us
that'd be sooo groovy!
I, a window-flower,
and he, a winter breeze,
carrying along the birds,
the butterflies, and bees
Quiet strength's my power
putting chipmunks at ease--
munching seeds, without words
looking at me, to tease
Thinking I did cower--
--the day-- I did not seize
the breeze went with cow herds
(forsook for milk and cheese!!)
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"You're A Flower In My Garden" Poetry Contest by Tania Kitchin
--meets--
"Wind and Window Flower" by Robert Frost
another martyr
wonder who will be the next
one more life taken
he went through pure hell
dictator leadership
a sad price to pay
have been hanging on
fingertip will slip and slip
caste into the past
he wants to consume
dictator alligator
swallows each mouthful
hurt goes on and on
there is no relief in sight
life full of much pain
who will be scapegoat
are able to pin rap on
give them all the blame
ship started sinking
life disappeared into space
now no longer here
This is based on current news.
Brushing teeth in school,to be like a golden rule,
Cutting back on a shuggery meal
Seems quite the lead; by touch and feel
Yet its quite ok to add, to their water (not a fad)
Around thirty three things? or more, from God knows what store?
Also injecting experimental drugs, from some mad alien thugs
Watching bloody wars, is part of life for them now raw'
Trangender also a big thing, its merits 'they must sing' so its
All good, and clear and fine, if you will just abdicate the mind?
Let an ideology run wild, takeing over every child.'
With (a i ) to follow life even more, i wonder why my heads
So sore? Yet i'm also sure; thats what is best.! is a human scale
We all need to face lifes usual gales, yet no more blasts of
Such reckless social change, from the no doubt insular.!
And of Minds deranged.'
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