I heard about your violent death...
And had not known about your poems.
I went searching for them, but it seems as if
Someone must have put them away.
Perhaps they would be just too lovely for our ears to hear...
Perhaps the words would be more worthy
Than our repentant hearts might be permitted to feel?
And I am left looking out of my upstairs window
At the mass of white blossoms beautifying the pale cherry trees;
Not even a wisp of wind ...the whole World is left
Silently grasping for breath;
And the fraught blossoms dares not even tremble
Should they lose their tenuous grip upon the crowded
Black twigs.
In God’s own humane world time often comes
when life is mutilated by despicable instincts,
people plunge in cesspool of vice and sin.
Dislodged empathy finds its way astray in chaos
as morality is defaced by harsh intolerance
and kinship disintegrates within abhorrence.
In the cramped squalid suffocating state
the system of severe supremacy emerges,
holds the reins of rigid governance
when even the thoughts are imprisoned.
Enwrapped within collapsed wings of caged birds,
the confined hearts crumble quietly
in the abyss of controlled isolation.
For the helpless captured by dreamless darkness
where even the moon must be permitted to shine,
thin streaks of self-respect get smothered
like the rays of hope entwined with sparks of dissent,
extinguished by the strict surveillance of fear
in the situation of silent submission.
Deprived of the draft of ethical air,
destroying the tenets of human values,
people with blank faces under watchful eyes
walk as shadows of nonentity with muted souls,
trying to train their minds what not to believe,
when even the thoughts are imprisoned
as freedom becomes a memory.
When darkness falls
You find your freedom:
Fantasy.
Don't say you didn't know.
The Tyrant told us all, for many years,
What he intends
Though he speaks mountains of lies
Regarding specifics
His truth absolute regarding his intentions.
Don't say you didn't know.
There will be no redemption,
There will be no forgiveness
Should he and his minions prevail.
We shall be consigned to the dustbin of History
All nobility forgotten.
This cannot be permitted.
This cannot be allowed.
We shall fight him to the last breath,
We shall fight unto our very death
They cannot win
They shall not win
Don't say you didn't know.
They called it terminating a pregnancy you know,
like they were canceling some out-of-date TV show.
If you don’t like the song do you kill the radio,
Oh Momma, surely there has to be a better way.
You never gave me the chance for my life to unfold,
for me to fall in love, to laugh, to cry, to grow old.
And now the story of my life can never be told,
Oh Momma, why have you flushed my hopes and dreams away.
I understand what you’re saying, it’s your right to choose,
you don’t need some bureaucrat telling you what to do.
But what about me mommy don’t I have some rights too,
Oh Momma, I’m out of sight out of mind so they say.
To dream, to breathe, and to love are rights that my God gave,
to be allowed to follow my path from birth to grave.
Should you be permitted to dismiss that with a wave,
Oh Momma, for the world’s sins why did I have to pay.
1.The dogma of atheist does not contain any stance
(positive nor negative)about any form of incest.
about pig eating,about swine soup,about fried frogs,
about consensual gaang baang etcetera.
2.Moreover,most atheists do not customarily condemn
the very practices that religion condemns,
for example,idolatry,adultery,and homosexuality.
3.Atheists do not constitute a cohesive or powerful group.
4.They argued that as long as sex is between two consenting
adults,then it should be permitted.
5.It is an act that is morally or naturally wrong and it should
be punished by law.
They say in his old age, Isaac was blind
yet like his father Abraham, unusually kind
Rebecca, his wife, came from a family evil and cruel
her brother Laban tried to rob Eliezer of all of his jewels ...
Isaac loved his 'hunter-son,' Esau, a chip off Laban's block
in Esau's brother Jacob, her pure son, Mother Rebecca put her stock --
Foiling Isaac's plan to give his blessing to Esau, one so cruel
~ Love that is blind must not be permitted to rule
Wow, to have seen "the choirs of angels continually singing His praise!" :O
Dear St. Faustina, I imagine you were very pure to be permitted this gaze!
You wrote that the angels would envy Communion & suffering, if they could;
I bet they'd also be jealous of us who get to read your Diary -- it is so good!
(Ref. to Diary of St. Faustina: Divine Mercy in my Soul; entry 80 & 1804).
All white Westerners and Western ideas are inherently evil
Indigenous peoples are all naturally kind and good 24/7
White Western governments are all systemically racist
It is biologically impossible for a black person to be racist
Only whites murder blacks. Black men never kill other black people.
White males should be permitted to exist only as an underclass
Abraham Lincoln was solely responsible for 639,000 deaths, the murderer
Fidel Castro's regime oversaw a dramatic increase in literacy in Cuba
Zionism and Judaism promote apartheid and the murder of Palestinians
Police departments must be eliminated the world over
Prisoners everywhere must be released, their prisons destroyed
The Western model of the nuclear family must be eradicated
These are all eternal truths
They replace Mao's little red book
I have burned Mao's little red book
The lines above are my new bible
(July 03, 2020)
Month Two of the First Year of the Republic of CHAZ/CHOP
Sometimes I wish I didn't have children
(Not because I don't love them
I do
Wholeheartedly
Ridiculously
Almost to a fault)
Because I'm tired of letting them down.
And without children
I'd be permitted to leave
This place
This mind
This...
With a snap of finger
Or a twig
Or a neck.
But I have children
And I know they'd wonder
And ask why
And replay,
And replay,
And replay.
Yet I'm so afraid
Of continuing to disappoint them
And myself
And of knowing that if I ever think
That I'd do less damage to them gone
Than being present...
Snap.
These lyrics I write may sound unkind
But black and white crime should not be permitted in these time
Teacher, teacher why do you choose to make me the monkey of the school
Is it because you think the color of my skin is so uncool.
Teacher, teacher my mother did not make a fool
I know when you are being cruel
All of a sudden, you chose to change the school rules.
Teacher, teacher help me to understand
Why, you choose to make me an everyday mule
Can't you see hatred and war only starts a fuel.
Teacher, teacher I want to learn , I have too earn
But your hatred for my color have me terrified and concern
Teacher, teacher don't get me wrong not because my body look strong
It means you can make me the playground clown.
MAN TODAY, DUST TOMORROW
Man is no diviner nor a god,
Why cast your burden on man?
Man today, dust tomorrow
Why trust in his abilities?
The earth belongs to no man,
Evil created by men are inrepairable
In the tattered book of life treasure,
Why depend in the treasure of this world?
We are here today: a journey,
A misery, owing a debt; passing through pains
Yet, we die without fulfilment,
Man today, dust tomorrow.
Won't we be permitted to number our days?
Can't we know when the killjoy comes ?
Man is nothing but a vain thing,
Man is no saviour nor a god.
Man is worthless, oh man is worthless,
Mirror my echoing words of truth,
The world has no meaning, the earth is meaningless!
Man today, dust tomorrow, what is the value of life?
No lasting merriment, no joy and peace, all is lost!
Trust only the man above,
But not with a whole man value
Because man in nature is evil,
trust only the man above with your spirit.
Man is no diviner nor a god,
Why cast your burden on him?
Man today, dust tomorrow
Why trust in his abilities?
(C) John chizoba vincent
#Food for thot#
In the future
To be permitted to work
You will have to have a
Chip insert
Fitted under your skin
So you can’t tamper with it
Which will monitor
You night and day
In every way
Your thought patterns
What you say
What causes you pain
Where you go
When you leave your workplace
What route you take
Who you spend time with
Listing your associates
Making copies of their face
You will be presented
With this data
At your weekly
Employment review
They will say
It’s so they can
Know the real you
And just what you do
To protect The Company
Who is, by law
Now more important
Than you
Anna Archichek
In the future
We won’t speak at all
This will not be permitted
Under law
Scenes now show
Collars pulled up
Heads leant into the wall
No eye contact at all
Those still with homes
Don’t go out at all
The throng of the dispossessed
Keep a steady pace
No expression
On their face
As they trudge past
Those stood by the wall
No one will speak at all
Then, there will be a moment
A random head will lift
From one side of the street
And meet another’s gaze
Journeying the other way
And in that moment
Each will say
If only in their own minds
To avoid doing time
Oh look there goes
A human being
Right there across the street
Still with something left,
Although weak
Remember when we used to meet
Human beings
Share and speak - oh what a treat!
With thoughts now separate
As they each think of those
They used to greet....
But the pain of memories past
For one
Will be too much
They drop their gaze
And withdraw
Bury what they once were
Right down to their core,
Rejoin the trudge
And the moment is lost....
Anna Archichek
I saw Egypt on fire yesterday
And I like Solomon winced
Not because the end of everything is ash
Jimmy told us long ago
How it would end, anyhow
The fire next time
Could only be lit
By ancient aliens webbed in modern lies
What man would burn his home
Would set fire to his heritage
These are strange people who play with fire like children
And when my house long haunted
Is made vacant by the fire's exorcism of greed
I shall go home
And plant palm trees to make my wine
And this time no guns will be permitted
No subtle tongue of lies
And shall sit and speak of our grandchildren
And wine will quench the greed that torches your soul
I shall smile, and drench the fire in your eyes.
deep
deep
deep below...
My size has become so small;
like a newborn child seven months premature,
almost loosing his life to the cold chill that is a hospital room,
to weak to cry to announce his name.
so small...
Hands like flower petals, that easily bruise when touched.
Enjoying their fragrance; for it smells like untouched youth that has been forgotten.
deep
deep
deeper below...
In my mind I am laying curled up, so each body part is connecting,
so I may gather warmth and be at comfort with myself.
But I am displayed to be sprawled and uncaring,
my eyes are numb for they are tired of seeing the ordinary;
tired of trying to make appealing a mere piece of cloth;
not allowing the light to be permitted through the window.
deep
deep
so deep below...
I have been slowly sinking into my bed, feeling the sheets floating against my skin;
having their affair with my body as it caresses me,
for I am not in focus with my senses to know what's going on.
I have let myself dumb down, for it is more peaceful that way.
deep and deeper
the pills go down
deep below
there is no sound
below myself
I could not see
now hush away
for I shall sleep.
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