I'm Proud of our Fathers
I'm Proud of their Actions
I'm Proud of our Mothers
I'm Proud of their Passions
I'm Ashamed of our Leaders
I'm Ashamed of their Creed
I'm Ashamed of our Bleeders
I'm Ashamed of their Greed
So many gaps are getting bigger by the day,
The gap between the rich and those that are not rich,
The gap between the famous and the infamous,
The gap between the generous and the not so generous,
The gap between the closed mouth and the open mouth,
The gap between the tree huger and the developer,
The gap between the lover and the hater,
The gap between the buyer and the seller,
The gap between the optimist and the pessimist,
The gap between the helper and the shouter,
The gap between the soother and the shooter,
The gap between the honest and the dishonest,
The gap between the renter and those below the renter,
The gap between the media and the reader,
The gap between the leaders and the bleeders,
The gap between the real and the unreal,
The gap between the inventor and those who say what for,
The gap between those with power and those without power,
The gap between the grateful and the ungrateful,
Are all very worrying,
Without adding the gaps that we continue to be inventing.
But the gap we should be really worried about,
Is the gap between thinking and doing?
In a world that is dying,
To see more doing,
And less thinking about doing.
Birds move in synchronized harmony, no wasted motion. Truly a original ballet in the air. No worry or care. Priorities are gathering food, raising healthy young, and building and maintaining a nest.Unlike Man, who can’t let go of the rest. Wouldn’t be nice, if man could mimic nature, all races and colors comfortable gathering at the same feeder. Instead of decades old conflicts causing countless bleeders. In the air above downtown concrete, desert sands, mountains, and seas, birds frolic and play,for all to see. To bad we can’t tune in to the rhythm they hear, we can see but choose to turn a deaf ear. The rhythm is broadcast all night and day, played on the real instruments, not the electronic kind, by Mother Nature’s rock band. Why can’t we hear it, and dance to it our own way, walking in the same direction, not farther away.
Call them human,call them bleeders
Life's less fortunate to live
Power rage a nation,a soul's depths
Life's Blood War,game of survival
Battle eats our being
Drugs, sinfulness,our weakness it feeds
Darkness devour which lights the world
Stained blood of a cross hung
Stained soul of a life being
A everyday fight blood runs
Like a dream, never ending war
A struggle of real being,soul being
Blood War spilled in numbers
Suicide,a bullet flys, another dies
Even good that mean no harm
They fall victim even to life
Sorrow emotions,weak minds
We bleed trusting in ourselves
Believing in a world of existing
Only know we die inside
But it is us that kills ourselves
Life's Blood War, strong with power
Quiet is he that is lifted from his grave
But dead is he who haveth no life
For his grave already dug
Once more a wish upon Halloween night,
Made dark’s desperate insidious tone;
Howls of redemption carved razorblade tight
Gash chills in bleeders hoped soon slit their own;
As grease choking cast-iron post-boil gels,
Effluent spirits drift solidified,
When comes each year what turns whispers to yells,
Echoing drums on the day beaten died;
Too near remembered refused be forgot,
Scenes filled strewn costumes where ecstasy floats,
Favors giv’n parties aft’ we tied the knot,
Shrieking shrill pleasure through treacherous throats;
Shattered by two wearing cruel D.N.A.,
Spiraling staircased t’wards judgmental eyes,
Rather than laughter I’d have final say,
So slaughtered as mine all twirling in lies;
And now I pray haunted wishing for hell,
Fifty years fixed promised more to accrue,
Entrapped the church where my innocence fell,
When at a dance I came looking for you.
10/12/16
World Bleeders
Casualty enter-fear soldier worn ear,
caught and cooked way out of town.
Prisoner of War a country ignores,
Mega Powers made up rodeo clowns.
War not cold, espionage is sold,
sworn secrecy Mr. Agent Both Sides.
Difference solved, one country dissolved,
chemical candy stocked 10 miles wide.
Gripped in terror, so Holy Scared,
nations join in search of The Man.
In the midst of it all another must fall,
the ignorant tactics of Mr. Uncle Sam...
bmdavey@
02/28/2016
Lustful silly dying pleads mistakes
Heralded lying deeds unforgotten bleeds
Passion misplaced heartaches reversed
Diamonds’ faded shines tossed ashore
Rumors, subside trusted missions disgraceful
Allies uttered passion siblings’ chatting
Moonlight madness captured blissfulness
Insuperable numbers unfolded lies indentations
Riverside linked markings social interventions
False accumulations revised taunted hunted
Musical themes engaged tearful dreams
Detected numbers fashionable Jewels
Heartless mentors size-able games
Bleeders’ feeders’ unhandy kindly manor
Unmatchable rimes utter fence-less
Distressed allusions undressed notable
Honors misfits twisted risked dilution’s
Defenseless dilutions endless dusk
I am a star seeder…
Emotional healer of heart bleeders…
Value, unity and concentration I teach…
Assisting my dear ones with inner minds thought speech…
Observation, imagination and manifestation done from love’s truth…
Catapults one consciousness beyond feared sleuths…
Master emotion making reason based decisions…
Focusing will on your life’s grandest visions…
Knowing your self is meeting your savior…
Naturally we will display goodness behavior…
I am a star seeder…
He went under pile of words
to tie the thread of understanding
but was stoned to death.
They put the piglets in liquid nitrogen
for future generations to study.
The point of departure had come.
Navel-gazing was the best pastime
for the commander whose sepoys
were fighting the battle for freedom.
I have to say something which I need not
say. The fight is gone from the bleeders.
World was moving towards the poles.
We should talk about looking, not only
owning up our blunders. The import of
saying No has been cooked under the small Yes.
SATISH VERMA
Politics what does it stands for?
Is it a bunch of idiots trying to get votes door to door?
No it’s really many parasites
Abusing my human rights
By spending my tax to fund an Afghanistan civil war
They call themselves leaders
In fact they are income tax bleeders
Like lambs to the slaughter
They sure to tax the water
So they can benefit from the tax relievers
*Leader or Follower contest*
Are you sleeping with hate ?
I wanted to know, does it have a meaning ?
For we human beings, any equals in plants and animals ?
There was this audacious betrayal of a brute force
to behead a beautiful lass,a scion of fine race.
The baby king was still sleeping in his tomb.
Tut, we were talking of a Kamikaze attack on
Tutenkhamun. Living in piece meals, walking
Alongside the wall only, fear writ large on the face
the moon birth had gone waste. Eye donors were
waiting for the vision in darkness of violence,
the hostages were thrown out limb by limb,
the crazy world going berserk. Somebody
was carring flowers on the beach. My words
were losing the edge. I was dreaming of only bleeders.
Satish Verma
Some ride coffins
Black and slick
Completely round
The best of linen interior
For when your inbound
Four feet laid under the ground.
Some swim in tears
Blue tinted, salty, and clear
Drowning their cheers
Pain always living in it
Public with their lament
Swollen eyes become slits.
Some hide from fears
Pressure stifling abilities
Alien to feelings of tranquility
Melting into the woodworks
Like lost tribes of gloom
Dead flowers which will never bloom.
Some are searchers
Seeking out the wretches
Desperately taking accolades
Like bones being tossed
To rabid slobbering dogs
Selfishly wanting their own applause.
Some are procreators
Breeders of hate
Tearing the wombs
Bleeders of hearts
Butchers of gentleness they filet
Lost souls for the ones who disobey.
Some take things farther
Openers of closed doors
Never sitting still
Builders strengthening others wills
Unselfishly bringing new beginnings
To those of the nonliving.
Some we never knew
Like aimless doves flying
Wrinkling moments in time
With upside down smiles
Painted onto canvasses
Of blank faces…