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From neglect comes deviation, electrifying radiation, like a leaf in the shadow,
Drying stanza so bore-some, a bit much candidly said,
In the Sun thinly it is spread,
As it comes to - an End.
Unpropitious almost as a son left to die in a wooden casket,
Beating the chest, screaming the pain dumped in the basket
This fight that is looming, so void and gore,
Drained of meaning, young and old, shaken, - I’ve been told.
Hey, loner-donor go seek Freud and subscribe to the membership of bold.
What name, say you?
Look up, zap the depth and any chance,
Given but not forgiven, just sanitised slam dance,
Not tipping the balance,
So settled, decisive and predisposed,
Here comes the pain rolling down the mountains at Pieve di Cadore
You do not know whether to ignore or adore.
I am a natural riparian who likes to fasten poplars on the banks of my heart
My eyesight at breast height gets pulled by gravity – down!
Sipping on a glass of Vitis Viifera while avoiding an overdose
In the eyes of a true ochre sensible enough
To touch the ground or poke her.
Grab the ivory rod that is a relic of lies,
Crafted for the bride who held it dearly
In the arc it traveled back and forth,
North to south, back to north.
Everything crumbled, thorn to pieces,
Gunning down feeling after feeling,
The fight is looming, but I am not kneeling.
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Free verse
And all it happened
As i feared
Turned into life
A nightmare
When i touched the flame
I burned down
All my ashes
Lingered around
Seeing the sky
Lying on disgust
Can never bring stars
Into your palm anigh.
Awake
And revive
From those ashes
And burn down those stars
With victory of crashes.
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Rhyme
You melted my dreams,
Casted it on your expectations,
Slammed it on me,
To mesh with it with determination.
Draining myself for you,
Still heard what you have done?
Before I close my eyes every night,
I wonder,do you ever love?
You mock at my feelings,
That peep through my eyes,
It's of heartache you gave,
But I am tounge tied.
You care of me sometimes,
And it's alleviating,
I forget all my sorrows,
And think you're loving.
But when the daydream shatters,
And I come in light,
All I see,
Love is but a blight.
I cannot utter "I hate you",
I feel neither,
Though you made me hate myself,
Or the world either.
Everyone says,
I should be loving you,
But I donot feel suchlike,
I feel like I am at the darkest roads,
Forlorn,
Deaf and muted,
I cannot even scream or cry.
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subscribe to, bullying, hate, love,
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I don’t care about your colour
I don’t subscribe to the look of your face
Were all sisters and brothers and fathers and mothers,
Joined in the human race,
Open your curtains and turn on the news,
we’re surrounded by horror and hate
At a time when so much is so lost and abused,
Why are we screwing our fate,
Your gender your race your beliefs,
The choices that make you be you,
Are individually and perfectly great,
Because they’re completely and honestly true,
If we’re ethically and morally at war,
Then how will we ever move on,
We’re ruining what was given before,
Because we’re treating each other so wrong,
When your down or damaged or lost
And the noise of the world just blares,
Your not caring what barriers are crossed,
Your just grateful to know someone cares,
So people - please look around,
See the person living inside,
Because if we all make just a small effort,
Then never again need we hide.
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Free verse
Don't tell me my dreams are dependent on a twenty thousand dollar tuition fee. Don't tell me, you scored high in this and low in that, so this is what you can be. Don't tell me we are free, when I look around and all that I see are shells of broken dreams. Men throwing suits on their backs, punching in to power the machine.
Don't tell me that brothers and sisters of other nations hate me because of my freedom, when you cannot look in the mirror to face the true reason. Don't tell me that I am unpatriotic because I see the cost of capitalism. Don't tell me with hard work, YES I CAN, when you have your hands directly on the controls, raising the cost of livin.
Don't tell me you are protecting me, as you put filtered images on the TV, dictating what is that I can and can't see. Don't tell me that I am just naive, labeling me an unrealistic visionary then dodging these words by saying "He is just crazy!"
Don't tell me that this is the only way when to this day you spend more time and energy on weapons, instead of peaceful words to say. Don't tell me that everything is okay, while one man starves to his grave, he is passed by a man on a two week paid vacay who feasts every night at an all you can eat dinner buffet. Don't tell me that I am not a man when I don't subscribe to your, take everything you can in order to get ahead success plan.
Tell me that these tears, in my eyes and upon my cheek as I watch our resources deplete. Tell me that they make me weak, because I know that when the future looks so dark and so bleak, the world will be given back to the hands of the meek.
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Rhyme
I had my 65th birthday on Monday.
Here are some things that were clarified for me by friends.
I hope it is a sign from God that I can still learn!
False, "erectile dysfunction" isn't a labor dispute at the
new high rise they are building downtown.
False, a "persistent vegetative state" doesn't send
representatives to the U.S. Congress and the Senate, it
does however describe the U.S. Congress.
False, Dr. Neil Clark Warren doesn't have the answer to
everyone's dating dilemma. He had a wonderful
transvestite, necrophiliac, faith-healer lined up for
me, but I got cold feet...................Imagine.
True, the only media entity getting lower ratings
than me and my poetry on PoetrySoup, is MSNBC.
False, Chevy Chase isn't one of the tracks they visit
on NASCAR's Sprint Cup Series.
False, we don't subscribe to the theory that premarital sex
will make you go blind. At my age, it is called "Pre-
Interment-Sex" and I wear bifocals already, anyway.
True, I was really feeling a little low about turning 65
and all, but then I saw Hillary Rodham Clinton on the
tube. Now, I feel like the King of the World!
True, there will never be a clear winner in the battle of the sexes.
True, if you woke up on the wrong side of the bed
this morning, you still "woke up." Be happy!
True, I will never write any of this opinionated drivel
on PoetrySoup again for fear I get banned. If you
believe that................
Happy April Fools Day Soupers, don't take ya-self too serious
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Prose
Silent Lies
Silent lies
Silent tries
Silent deceptions upon the meek
Blaming Yahudi or any others of different speak
Whoever doesn’t subscribe to propaganda’s blubber
The gardens of Babylon had both fools and gardeners
False accusations
False assumptions
Defiling peace, a sad interruption
Deception is the tool of the propaganda’s fool
Silent lies, yet on and on do they try
The gardens of Babylon had both fools and gardeners
Hiding behind his many monikers and dark lit screens
Many of us are crying cause one of us is lying
Hate wrapped in well wishes
Love wrapped in ancient vendettas
Deception hiding in his own confessions
The gardens of Babylon had both fools and gardeners
While the sickness spreads upon her breast
Silent ones, wandering along the poetic path
Seeking brides with beauty to accept both cane and wrath
Deception and lies all dancing in the rain
Once bitten, most lovers know never to take that train
The gardens of Babylon had both fools and gardeners
Never praise the fool
Never kill the gardener
The ancients lost their wisdom
Repeat not the tribulations of the Iraq
The gardens of Babylon had both fools and gardeners
Silent lies, truth cries
Silent ghosts, phantoms dance
Deception mixed in romance
Fools mange the mirage of silent lies
The gardens of Babylon had both fools and gardeners
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Free verse
They say dreams are the gateway to the show, the subconscious
like dreams are the free movies you subscribe to
once you close your eyes
If that's true
then what kind of movies am I subscribed to
What on earth do I think about while I sleep
This nightmare, the images I can't get out of my head
I repeat
incomplete are my thoughts
as I fail to sleep yet these drastic slumbering memories
find a way to seep through the disguise
of a day going all too well
freaking swell
Doctor, doctor
please tell me what all of this means
Doctor, doctor
tell me one thing
is 'delusional' the ailment to my disease
a spectacle of sorts
Doctor, doctor
What does it mean for you to be possessed in comatose by a ghost
then proceed to rip apart your own skin
to remove the demon within
shouting that you will not die today
What does it mean
to witness video game like death
a female apparition scratching names off her list
as she takes life after life
in search for her daughter just to kill her too
then resurrect the players to pursue and destroy again
What sense does any of this make
to be saved by a gaming controller
from a pack of werewolves on an abandoned dirt road
Doctor, doctor
what is your diagnosis
Doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor
could you tell me something, anything
Doctor, doctor
or would you shrug it off
make a joke and tell me to sleep it off
tell me to kill myself in my dreams
so I only find truth in my demise
like a personal cocoon to retreat in
and relive the moment where I thought I was in immortal
only to float back down on my magic carpet
bound and gagged
for me to be killed by corrupt castle guards
till I wake up in a panic
a childhood movie ruined internally
Doctor, doctor
am I delusional or am I really that evil
for even my dreams wish to bury me so far deep in the ground
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Free verse
When equanimity falls to the wayside
And the eyes empirically survey the hillside,
It’s Einstein’s time that I can’t bide,
Mawkish mental masturbation adroitly I chide,
Thy self,
Then my discreet self in its inchoate knowledge of reality,
Like the mass of humanity
Dissembling about Nature,
And Nature in turn disassembles matter, that we build up and think
Matters,
Your death is no grand spectacle even if it seems to be,
wrought cosmologies wield fantastical narratives of eternity,
Even when my hero Nietzsche in his tautology: Amor Fati unfolds itself like origami into eternal recurrence
Don’t get any ideas about permanence.
Take an uncompromising acceptance of reality, isn’t that just akin to Buddhist philosophy?
As discreet markings form abstract symbols of meaning in letters that form alphabets, that form words, that form sentences, that form phrases that compose ideology to compel us and histories, that inform us of existence, don’t get too cozy with them as they have a way of presenting like the Horizon,
The horizon, you know is just an illusion.
I do not subscribe to Pascal’s wager, Dawkins showed me the light,
I do not matter much, but no matter, as surely as I exist nothing is more precious.
All religious cosmologies aside, miraculous evocative entertainments beguiling distractions,
"Cogito ergo sum" Descartes comforting statement.
You bring the inside out,
this doubting mind can be certain of existence, by our certain doubt.
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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXXII
IF ever I had a country with or without nationality
And if ever I were elected or nominated Chief Patriot of this God-forsaken mis-carriaged country
And if ever my country - minus the nation - were to be on the verge of being invaded by other countries which religiously subscribe to the notion of " God-bless-us-first " in all exclusivity
I would make it the point of utmost urgence to challenge such insolent uppity countries on their concept of nationality by tabling a motion on the definition of patriotism as opposed to that of nationalism in the United Nations General Assembly
All at the risk of being expelled from that august self-effacing ineffective body and my own blasted country in utter ignominy
And I'd command all patriots to take up arms against and shoot at sight the back-thumping nationalists within my country for fear they may join hands with the invading xenophobic nationalists to enslave and throttle all patriots - y compris the Chief Patriot - in my dear old patrie
And this, even if I were to be unconstitutionally nominated Chief Patriot by all die-hard nationalists in within my own country
Even if I never ever had no country not legitimately sworn in at the United Nations General Assembly
© T. Wignesan - Paris, November 20, 2018
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Dramatic Monologue
You will never be ok
No matter
You can study with the Buddha
You can read the Gospels
You can subscribe to the Koran
You can be agnostic
Nothing will show you the way
Like the demon inside
That makes you evil
Gives you faith
You enjoy it but you know that
It is not the truth
To keep the skies blue
And to make the children happy
Then you must ignore the dark side
And keep on the sunny side
It is not easy.
Society has given you all the tools
To do either.
The choice is yours
It’s tool time and you have to make a choice
Neither one is wrong it’s what’s right for you
You can always change your mind.
That’s the beauty of life
You have so many years to decide.
Just don’t hurt people if you can help it.
Love is everywhere. Pick it like a flower
And smell it and know that it can be gone in and instant.
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BACK TO JUJU
Tradition laments elegies of those
Who have perpetuated the thoughts that held
Me in the womb of darkness.
I want to adjust my rear-view mirror and focus.
I would like to be free to think my innate thoughts-
I have dined on your crumpets, and vomited;
For none of your ingredients have agreed with me.
I need to be free to think my innate thoughts-
and feel my true genius, my God awaits me.
How long must I die a thousand deaths?
In this matrix of doom, yet you subscribe to every issue
and never care about the depth of your soul.
After all, the damage and hatred has been spewed you cry,
and return to the vomit.
My eyes and ears are closed to you:
I will not give up (high john the conqueror) again.
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Verse
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They put Poetry into Visual Musical Sounds and
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Rhyme
I don’t know.
So I don’t starve.
So that I can subscribe to the 40 hour work week.
So I can have my life in the hands of capitalist kings.
Who have their lives in the hands of market gods.
So that I can join the many that have good work ethic
Which basically means being in a state of gratefulness for this tiring job
This life sapping job.
You should hire me because I’ll be a good, not passionate worker.
I’m just passionate about being financially stable.
So I can have my life in seconds, enjoy it in stolen minutes.
So in those seconds I can say
Hey. I’m a working gal.
I think all this. I know all this.
My mouth opens
“I think it’ll be a great opportunity to work with your prestigious organization. I am ready to give the very best of myself to align and uplift the mission of this place”
I’m ready to give my soul away.
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Free verse
What's the point of Dr. Dishwater?
Well, what's the point of anything?
The only thing that appears
to have a concrete purpose
is my car key
- And I haven't been able to afford a car in years!
Dr. Dishwater emphatically rejects anything
that is not dishwater,
and fully supports anything that is:
And that's how we'll keep the human race
pure of interbreeding
(with the always friendly faces of "eugenics"
and "Social-Darwinism" as our watchwords.)
The better you understand something,
the more like dishwater
it turns out to be:
In a triple blind taste test
- I preferred Dr. Dishwater
to having my eyes yanked from their sockets
(even while under general anesthetic.)
Dr. Dishwater says,
"Don't be fooled into thinking
there has to be a reason
for everything"
- Because you'll buy whatever we tell you to:
Dishwater or not!
Dr. Dishwater reveals the surprising truth
about people and situations
- Just add a little dishwater
and they're pretty much all the same...
...Dr. Dishwater does not subscribe to any religion,
or endorse any political party,
or do anything other than dishwater
- Those who disagree must be illegal aliens.
There is no real secret to feeling dishwater
- But if one is foolish enough to drink Dr. Dishwater
while visiting Seattle,
their stomach will explode!
Dr. Dishwater may be the preferred drink
of other people
such as yourself
- If you're anything like other people
and the situations they find themselves in
with dishwater.
Never overestimate the remarkable abilities
of Dr. Dishwater brand soda
- Try 'new' Diet Dr. Dishwater instead:
You'll swear you're drinking genuine dishwater,
at only half the calories!
Please wake up every morning
knowing that things are going to be dishwater
- They had better be, or you'll get diabetes!
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