I sit stunned in silence.
At these images of horror, nature, and violence.
Unable to move as if in a trance.
I see if not total acceptance.
Then what I deem as TOO MUCH tolerance.
I along with the masses wait for the next tragic instance.
1,000 reported missing or dead.
With a slight smile and a toss of the head.
This is how the tragic news is read.
That this is "the norm" the swill we've been fed.
Each hour thousands will suffer...........and inevitability.
That this news will be delivered by a perky face.........a certainty.
5-min after its heard it becomes a memory casuality.
Sad more thought was given for the fall of a nations presidental morality.
To get to us all a tremendous ability.
How do we escape this travesty.
You alone hold the key.
For my fellow man can you not see.
Simply get up and turn off the T.V.
I urge you to allow your soul to be free.
You will breathe better almost instantly.
The blame lies on one entity.
The "MEDIA" is the root of our present calamity.
Categories:
casuality, political,
Form: Rhyme
Once...............
My life was sane.
Now from those memories I refrain.
Not because I feel any distain.
Not because I feel any pain.
Not because I feel any strain.
But Because........
I STILL REMAIN.
Once.................
My life was serenity.
Now I turn from this enmity.
Not because I feel any anamosity.
Not because I feel any hostility.
Not because of any fraility.
But because.............
I WILL NOT BE A CASUALITY.
Once......................
My life was convenient.
Now I turn from the sentiment.
Not because I feel any attachment.
Not because I feel any resentment.
Not because I feel any abandonment.
Not because I am done with the arguement.
But because............
I WANT CONTENTMENT.
The me that was has disappeared.
When the mist has finally cleared.
I see where I must have veered.
But here I am alive.............
And only a little seered.
Categories:
casuality, introspection, life, life,
Form: Rhyme
Deluge of criminality in the moral night;
sun was taking a plunge on the falls,
in the name of cobbled up front, for our
rise and fall in the primary casuality.
Sacred contusion, on the floor of mausoleum,
when you smell like a forgotton god, and
lie in the generosity of asylum under the downy mildew.
You cannot cry in the armless death.
History begins with starvation and murders
of innocents between the blasts. Spiders were fattening
on walls eating untangled, discarded syllables.
Punishment of defeat makes you a sex slave.
The ash smeared body must lie on doormat.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
casuality, art,
Form: ABC
Surefooted, sure fisted,razor tough
If I should fight that war again
I would want one for the going rough
Like yourself,
Fair and fractured
When the friendship slough
No claim to be a paragon of anything
Just an average man in your own eyes
While I hoisted you like a kite
Above naseberry trees and bush
Above the gormandizing sea
Above the Compound's red mud
Carrying the archeological memory
Of man's life like a sud
A mere consequence of a theory's lie
It was your mating urge that first
Lured you into the systems net
Thereafter your life became troubled
Wandering around the wilderness of regret
Framed like a pirate's ghost
Stereotyped and labeled
I still do not think you guilty of their crime
Your demonization came before your destruction
And when you died
I cried and cried at such a useless end
My fearless friend would never be at my back again
But tears will water pain, and still brings nothing back.
Categories:
casuality, allegory, people, placeslife,
Form: Free verse
Deluge of criminality in the moral night;
sun was taking a plunge on the falls,
in the name of cobbled up front, for our
rise and fall in the primary casuality.
Sacred contusion, on the floor of mausoleum,
when you smell like a forgotton god, and
lie in the generosity of asylum under the downy mildew.
You cannot cry in the armless death.
History begins with starvation and murders
of innocents between the blasts. Spiders were fattening
on walls eating untangled, discarded syllables.
Punishment of defeat makes you a sex slave.
The ash smeared body must lie on doormat.
Categories:
casuality, art
Form: I do not know?
the whisper of your words
as they tangle in my hair
the evening slipping away
the passion resting there
the shadows in the room
hidden in your lover's lair
truth on the tip of a tongue
a heart which won't be spared
the morning dawning red
a caution for the sea
a storm is about to come
while you shake yourself free
and as you lay it down
your eyes look through me
my love an apparition
something you don't need
go ahead and turn your back
it's what you always do
how many times I've been here
as we tried to work it through
my heart is once more bleeding
another casuality in your path
another walking wounded
in the hazy aftermath
this time no surrender
when I find you at my door
no white flag or welcome back
this time you lost the war
Categories:
casuality, lost loveheart, heart, time,
Form: Verse
I'm all alone
As demons call me home
In my own reality
To get away from the casuality
Pretending not to recongize
The problems we should realize
Many people acting stupid
Doing things the really shouldn't
Getting pregant or being strippers
Molesting, Raping, or becoming killers
What kind of world are we living in today
Maybe this will change some day
Until i must stay by myself
To find out for myself
Should i stay or should i go
stay in the reality i made for me and be alone
Or live in this world that some call home
Categories:
casuality, art, imagination, inspirational, people,
Form: I do not know?