An astute and interesting citizen
Observed his legislators in their
Seats of congress.
He took a mental photograph of their
Actions and later developed the picture.
That picture unveiled for him a great
Practical picture of life.
As legislation presented in congress,
Our lives can be debated.
We can be berated.
We can be frustrated.
We can be hated.
If through much endurance,
We manage to make progress,
We are still subject to be vetoed.
But keep to the path of endurance.
Give it all you've got to give,
Because that which opposes you,
May well be overridden.
Starfish is my teacher now the child said
His imagination is on overdrive said his Daddy Ned
His mother thought it was cute; he is gifted she stated.
They met teacher starfish on conference day and felt almost berated.
I'll never walk Lagos's streets, for there I might not find German restaurant in which
To eat, or Russian grub? Or Maori food.? Or
Polo playing..Now dont think me rude.? But
If I arrived and they did not have
Chaucer plays or Tolstoy? I would
think them mad.? At least mono-cultural that most henious crime, in the west its been uncovered umpteen times
I hope some camera crew or even two do make a
Visit to see if such horrors are true.? No
Phantom of the opera in Eskimo.?
A real bad sign i'll have you to know,, yes they must be lectured if such is the case..Even berated! Right in their face.) And their
Land transformed, that they become much
More civilised.? Should that be the in
your place
Face.' Or faces of many? cause thats how its been for fifty pointless years on.' In the attacking of the
working western dream.)
A man most loved and hated
For life you cared for after being berated
A man of honor or whatever
Teaching, telling you things with valor
or surrender
Hide and seek you grow and forget
Every tear you shed and regret
Relief in your sorrows
Forging a mark in you that follows
On special occasions you missed the same
man
Rejoicing or mourning alone
like a sandman
Left under the Sun that churns
In your body that warms and spurns
Feels like you're a hero or "Super"
when guided
Every step you take, you breathe
as molded and guarded!
disappointment once held me by my neck
threw me on the ground
stomped me in the face
but then I realized I was the culprit
taking life’s disappointments out on myself
the bully was me
I was a verbal bully to myself also
crawling into a depression and funk that kept me down
in the house, with blinds drawn
not wanting to see anyone or do anything
this was self-imposed, and did not do me one ounce of good.
the more I lambasted and berated myself, the worse I felt
This all changed when I became a mother
the joy of toddlers spun me into a chameleon
they taught me that every day your attitude and joy is up to you
disappointments happen, but you do not have to beat yourself up
Jesus said “let a child lead you” and I let three of them lead me
Learning along the way my attitude and feelings are up to me
and me alone.
Cold in crone collision?
Collusion, choke the core.
Doubtless, my derision!
Just listen to me snore!
Nothingness, the sacred!
O life, flicker and fall!
Berated? Death, doom, and dread!
Red bleed, one and all!
Children, collapse! Cave in, O hope!
Dreams, just fly away!
Tormented lament, thy dope!
Rope tie round decay!
Ice, freeze o'er! O empire, burn!
Ocean, take the lot!
Temper-fount a-taciturn!
Tamarind, a thought:
Folly, my love! O lights, glow low!
Luminesce and die!
Hawk and dove and God? Oh no!
Hear my battle-cry!
Frenzy, strike out! Sulphur, smolder!
Like the way we were?
God of death and left a cur?
Reality, purr...
O tempest, flash! Rain, in torrent!
Storm, ignite! Flood, come!
O Queen Dido, thy lament?
Wargods, thrum! For some...
Plip, plop,
Pin, tin, pin,
tip, tip, tip,
Spigga, spigga, spigga,
Ssshhhhhuff.
Window closed now
I can think.
No rain on the brain.
No more drink.
Creeaak
Goes the door,
An old friend comes in
Berated and bombarded
By drops as big as grapes that
Slam onto my tin
Trash cans:
Skiddity-skip,
Skippity-skid skid skip,
Skiddity-skiddity skip skip,
Skip-skip-skip-skip-skips-skip-sk-
"Close the door, please."
Creeaak-shuft.
My friends soaked rain coat
Slops to the ground,
Puddle leaking out from under it.
"How long have you been dry?"
"7 days."
Fffp, Fffp, Fffp.
Cold, wet drops find
The very top of my head.
I looked straight up at the ceiling.
Mpa. Mpa.
Right on the tip of my nose.
I open my mouth.
Onk, onk, onk they go
Against the back of my throat.
Onk, onk, onk.
"I can get you a glass of water,"
Says my know-it-all friend.
I have no time for his kind.
These drops are divine.
Dance, Lilith, Dance
Born from the dust that willed your soul to be free
You belonged to the night
Where your golden hair seduced the moonlight for a waltz
And the stars dimmed their light to protect earth from its blaze
Or were they shying away from your mystical smile
Sing, Lilith, Sing
Of your sacrifice to freedom
Enslaved by the egos of the tongues of men
Who berated you,
For your temple did not worship their loins
Conceiver of the first divorce
That stirred the paparazzi in days of old
To slither beyond those alluring eyes
Your judge and jury
Speak, Lilith, Speak
Queen of the mythical silver screen
Whose sins and lust have been etched into the abyss of immortality
Who do you say you are, Lilith
Speak to defend
Deafened silence speaks louder than words
You answer to no-one
I'm trapped inside a maze that's my own head
I don't know if I'd rather find a way out or be dead
Twists and turns, memories that burn
Burn the perfect picture of someone I thought I knew
I'm trapped in the raging fire you have created
I'm bleeding and crying, hurt and berated
The smoke of your actions fill my lungs
I'm choking on the thought of what you've done
I'm trapped in a cage and I can't let it in
The fallout of your actions, your despicable sin
The monsters you conjured are here
Here to destroy me, by telling the truth
Slide, barrel, firing
My life expiring
Carve peace into a bullet so its the last thing on my mind
'Cause what remains in the sky is our stars misaligned
The shrapnel from the meplat dissects my insides
My emotional integrity, treat like it was Alcides
I submit to you my mag of hatred
You load your gun and leave me berated
The echoes of metallic disparage on the concrete
Discard the magazine, rest it on my grave and replete
Disengage the safety, make your grip pirouette
In my mind you're already dead, your ballade des
Your body slumps, no longer recepts, self-sabotaged
The thoughts of us never escaped your mind, constantly collaged
Making a huge mess is so underrated,
it’s a release to let go of that rigid line;
Letting the rules go you’ll feel elated;
In those moments you feel berated
flashing emotions and colors combine;
Making a huge mess is so underrated;
Don’t let yourself become deflated,
a small mistake is not your headline;
Letting the rules go you’ll feel elated;
A button deep inside gets activated
getting a little dirty is more than fine;
Making a huge mess is so underrated;
The chaos in your head has dissipated;
Trust the illogical and things will align,
letting the rules go you’ll feel elated;
Be proud of what your mood created
as you easily erased the bold outline;
Making a huge mess is so underrated,
letting the rules go you’ll feel elated.
You've made me feel
weak
Pathetic
Small
You've made me feel
Inadequate
Shameful
unloveable
And raw
You halted my dance
And forced me to crawl
You taught me true fear
I'll never trust anyone
Ever
Not at all
You've fed me to the wolves
And left me to rot
Berated my name
And proved im easily forgot
You've made me feel
Jealous
Sad
Enraged
You've made me feel
Vacant
Hungry
And caged
Even with walls already built
From deep within me
you stole
My hopes and my dreams
My chance
At ever being whole
left bewildered and broken
Sunken and cold
Questioning How to protect
What is left
of my soul
Once a wokness held my thoughts, i know it now
By the name much taught..' I wore its form and
Mores; its style' unbeknown to so many i carresed
Its wiles..' a hard religious mould created. i was
Aloof and distant, yet most frustrated.' I wanted
Perfection i rehersed the steps..I conversed with the
Devil.?? On better or worse, I blamed the Lord i
Harboured hate, for I was better; and undeserving a
Fate..Of walking with the unclean horde; of so many
Witless, all in full discord.' I didn't; wouldn't look for
Hope, its very essence i regarded a hoax, i was i guess
A lukewarm man? despised of God, the great ( I Am )
Whose greatness cloaked in humble form persevered
To the finish on splintered boards who ate with sinners
And healed the lame gave sight and hope the eternal
Kind..Who walked beside me, no doubt for years.' To
Take away my angst and fear the sense of right' that i'd
Created False and godlike, and with such berated the
Very people, day and night who needed Love that the world
Can't know.' and instead of such much dissention sows.'
Last Thanksgiving Day, I was berated
By my mother-in-law, I am hated
"You left giblets inside!"
She screamed. I could've died
My turkey dinner was doomed; ill-fated
I wanted to clobber her with a spoon
While she went on mocking me like a loon
My husband shut her down
Her smirk became a frown
When he called her a dried-up wrinkled prune
I am the reason I didn’t get there,
I am the turn that led me astray;
I am the nonexistent boundary lines;
I am the person who avoided mirrors,
I am the woman who berated herself;
I am who was too hard too often;
I am the one who was called upon
I am the one who didn’t understand
I am the one that was needed;
I am aware now of how I fell
I am not going to go down again;
I am just a little bit wiser now;
I am the one who finally realized
I am my worst enemy.
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