"THEY"
A planet spins into another atmosphere.
Pricked by the gloomy voices of, they.
They drown all that is tranquil.
They smother one another.
They complicate moments of splendor.
They are always here, and they hate others.
I know sometimes I hear them.
They hear nothing.
They do not fear you.
They do not hear you.
They turn blasphemes into unholy truths.
Refuse to lend an ear.
Do not run.
They know the chase.
In a blur, I pray to be safe from they.
I am too far for them to love me.
Too quiet for them to hush my mouth.
They will one day burn the world.
Categorized inefficiencies
Ignorant illegalities
Promulgated promises
Vaculant vacuoles
Timeless timeulents
Zealous zealounts
Populous priests
Stopual sentient sanctions
Live for todaydrums.
noculous neverdoms.
MIXING *
A heretic thinks he is progressive,
just because he blasphemes against Christ ...
FUTURE *
He wants to pass on to posterity
thanks to his previous ...
BY BUS OR SUBWAY *
Men can sit
without any embarrassment ...
after all it's not feminist women ...!
WHO'S PHILOSOPHY THE WARS
They advise the right and the left ...
and the assholes applaud ...
WARS
All those voting in favor
will rest on their Yachts ...
POETRY
When poetry loses its essence,
it becomes prose or joke ...
PS * Translation of EPIGRAMS from Barbara Botton (1,2,3)
I hate the ‘Body
Politic’
Whose wave blasphemes
and grows
I battle to swim against
its tide
Or be abandoned in its
flow
I hate the way it stunts
my voice
‘Old Dominions’ chosen
side
I hate the fact—it’s hate
I feel
With the truth a captive
lie
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
Inspired By My Friend & Poet Neal Hall
My stomach bit me,
Crying: how long will
you starve us?:
Won't you feed us?.
Then been considerate,
Took i may soles,
treading toward the kitchen,
Picked the yam's pride
Baked and stayed it awhile.
And then i considered them;
even i fed them.
... Then they became more hungry,
biting and chewing blasphemes...
Then said I: Shouldn't i have
fed them?
1) What's ought to feed me
Makes me hungry.
" The more you obtain wealth,the more you want it".
17:1:12:13:19
I hate the ‘Body
Politic’
Whose wave blasphemes
and grows
I battle to swim against
its tide
Or be abandoned in the
flow
I hate the way it stunts
my voice
‘Old Dominions’ chosen
side
I hate the fact—it’s hate
I feel
With the truth a captive
lie
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016,
Inspired By Neal Hall)
I roam the alley of bruised dreams
The hanging lamps fade, so unkind--
My soul trapped as night blasphemes
Of farewell’s plight nailing this mind.
He’s gone far off to taint our love---
In anguish, I search heaven's dove;
Yet blackbirds howl from skies above.
Titles Of Novels, nette on claud Contest
10th June 2016
quatrain and tercet in a.a.a combined
" A Farewell To Arms"
Been too long before the coming of the strong, overcoming the wrong, witness to the bullshyt n hypocrites spit word of blasphemes n tragedy, about the things that come casually n actually show disdain, my brain can't be rearranged to be a slave to the masses, search for lessons I my own thesaurus, hearing the portion of applauses the only implore the, second wave of those misbehaved un-neutered un shaved no shame gang of hooligans that were privileged or bullied their way, not I, I hustle n struggle n just when u think I'm above u, I'm just close it's my shadow my dude that do that chill that had a thrill with ur spine, humbled much but still non like minded, daily to The Lord payin homage, Uff profits it's wealth in my pocket that'll make me prosper, more proper than any president or pauper, related to facts nothing that I'm forced ta, I'm just bullshytin with this n I don't give a fish n yes this will be put up as is after it's written, so ode to my accopella n it's one hella gusto prescription of venting is infused in these sentences emerging .....peace
I am an Infidel.
The infidel writes,
blasphemes,
rejecting cellophane sermons.
The infidel whispers,
cursing,
the benevolence of the higher power.
The infidel chokes,
gagging,
on the odour that emanates,
from self-righteous mouths.
The infidel waits,
patiently,
for the retribution that must arrive.
The infidel casts off,
the labels of faith,
of belonging,
of sanctimonious snobbery.
The infidel refuses,
To beseech the merciful god,
And to cower,
And to kneel.
The infidel stands,
At times alone.
"Let he who is without sin cast the first stone"
Taunt me to madness
haunting my dreams
sending loves sadness
as meeting eyes gleamed
Travel your path
I’m watching from here
I cant get closer
and its not just fear
The light you shine
from inside of truth
burns my body
down to its roots
Visions bright
scorching my mind
find the paths
into reaches of time
Whirlwinds of lust
twirling my nights
bewitched to darkness
my sheerest of fights
Senses alerted
body stirred in life
melting of feelings
into minds strife
Poured into worlds
untamed and unseemly
dark is this soul
this evil blasphemes
Beloved to deafness
embracing my screams
drowning his captive
crushing my dreams
My alter ego writes these ones (Isis) ...
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