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I am the Force

The Master is resource 
Not me 
I do my service for a fee
I am neither client 
Nor workforce
I ain't the source
I am the Force
I'm Source

This faulty government of yours
Attempts my Navy to coerce

I'll use the force

I swear 
I will use the Force

And I won't have any remorse
For this
As such the function is Defense
We bear not fall to offense 

Contingent plan ruins prediction
I rather do prefer the fission
I want to change subject of the indiction
I wanna drop specific firms the box

Says Ox

Addressing the vocabulary
Of the Journalism

So what's your algorithm 

VS complexity of Army
Your cyber isn't really way
To farming 

I believe

Shall you be giving all to them
And feel yourself  as modest servant

If church implant within your SERVICE
Determined as the diversant

SILENCE

To live bound by “integrity”, where rectitude derides you? It’s starkly accustomed. I enrooted, enclosed by academics--the desolate nature of my sentience consuming my interior. Nether perfection defenestrates my subsequent--and I’m so damn tired. Extort my studies till blood seeps via my retinas, weave my pencil till the anathematic led ruptures; a mere standard in our education. Sacrifice my youth as to my future, conglomerate extracurriculars till my collapse, lay none betwixt within life and school; label it as a system. Shut up, shut up all of you! My exertion incapable of being compensated for—silence, silence, all of you! Toil seldom for me, subsequently bequeathing my labor… Discard my passion, coerce me to fill the perforated gaps in tuition—quiet, quiet, all of you! Refrain from protesting till your own encounter, and perpetually weep!

Shut up, all of you
My future prioritized
Discard my own youth

Depression

Depression came to hurt me
Riding in a hearse
With putrid, rank, heavy breath
And the promise of a curse,

Stealing my faith and energy
Injecting all things perverse
Planting fears like wheat inside me
To coerce a harvest so averse.

Happiness went AWOL
And lethargy held me down.
Like a sinking ship tossed in a squall
I was bound to drown.

There is no way home
When your spirit is torn away,
Just plans to parle with Mr. Doom
Like a wretchedly desperate castaway.

Somewhere I got permission for remission from my plight.
Somehow I found the will to stay in the fight.
Perhaps it was my wife or a celestial light
But I shutter to think, I may be cast, back into that dark night.

A Rose -

A rose as it grows has no cute little nose
Has no voice that can drive a man wild
Has no eyes to ensnare any man who looks there
Has no cheeks that might flush if he smiled 

No saunter, no wiggle, no fun little giggle
No sharp and intelligent mind
No power to make any timid man wriggle
No humour, no shapely behind ;-)

No way to say yes to a white wedding dress
No way to agree to be mine
No way can a rose hold a candle to you
Though a rose can be rather divine

So a rose can coerce many men into verse
For a rose has its own beauty too
Yet a rose that you chose for your bouquet or hair
Shall take mere second billing to you

it's what's wrong

Maybe I’m too simple
or too shallow
but I’m not angry.
What’s wrong with me?

I was trying to think
of someone I hate,
Jews, CIS guys, republicans,
palestinians, blacks, democrats,
the left handed, authority figures,
central americans, parents, vagrants,
the usual suspects, but I’m coming up empty

Things aren’t perfect
don’t get me wrong
I’ve got a pug nose
a flat chest
a giant forehead
and too much work to do
but I’m trying my best—

Worse yet, I’ve no plummeting anxieties
no obvious neurosis
—that one could be a misdiagnosis
no painful hangnails
no sad life tales
no addictions to defend
or hated ex-boyfriends
I have no emo hooks to pin my verse.
no current melodramas to cozen and coerce
between you and me, I think I’m off the rails
It’s really no wonder my poetry pales.

Yeah, that’s what’s wrong with me.
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Songs for this:
Gee, Doctor by Dimie Cat
Sweet Lovin' (feat. Anna-Luca & Iain Mackenzie) by Club des Belugas

Illusions

Do unto others as you'd have done to you.
Real is what you can not buy.
Eye for an eye.
Watch the explosions brew.

No one takes in account for their actions though.
People try to groom and coerce.
They wanna see you in a hearse.
God forbid if you wear a halo.

It's a trap! 
No one to care.
It's there.
Zap!

Legions on the prow.
They act like angels.
But they're devils.
It's a lie, even the vow.

Lockdown extended U K

There's supposed to be an out break of bluetounge in cows?
It started in Sandwich in Kent, reports allow! I heard if it
Last year, its no threat to humans to contract' it does not
Affect their produce, say vets'  yet their movement is stopped now such
A thing' makes me 'wonder are experts?' Fishing somewhat? Looking for problems..Bad news anything.! That could work?
To coerce scare or just plain frighten.? Beause free livings
(The sin!) Will it (be all take care?) go carefull? Mind the air
Breath stale breath back in? Send more tax cash to ukraine or
Where ever.? Thats the way we stop death.?? As more
Flourides in the water, aluminium seeded in the sky.' oh my breath'
And don't listen or watch alternative media screens,  do you ever
Wonder why.? Why more people are dying than in 2019.!
Why Reiner Füellmichs in prison? For raising funds.? On
( on trumped up type charges?) To me it looks an obscene one?
And there have always been dr's;  to help us on our way.'
mengle and shipman theres a host..' I could mention? 
So whats new; should we say??

Judge Not - I'll do it myself

Somehow it seems the poems do not pass muster
The words a swirling dance that will not cluster
They deem themselves alone to be the fulcrum
That lets the lever lift them from the hum-drum

And midst the overflowing verse – coerce
The pen to change its ever-destined course
And drop a not so nearly rhyming line
Though Shakespeare dropped one in from time to time

Thus, do I sit like Howdy’s Mister Bluster
Grumbling in metronomic fluster
Tapping out the pentagrams iambic
Trembling beneath my use-less panic

Thus do I shout: “Damn Shakespeare’s sonnet”
Were I a dog I think I’d pee upon it

Unconditional Love is Free to Give an Opinion

Unconditional Love is free,
To give an opinion,
To forgive,
To seek to understand,
To be a sounding board,
To bring hope,
To commend,
To bring laughter,
To spread joy,
To show kindness,
To sit in silence, 
To walk alongside,
To pave the way.

It is not free to demand,
To coerce,
To expect,,
To only say yes,
To gossip,
To snap back,
To go against its nature,
To give false hope,
To make light of a situation,
To lead astray,
To be unkind,
To give up,
To give in to unreasonable requests,
To make it about itself,
To put time limits.

Insane Fantasies

It’s so easy to explore the Universe;
Lean back, unwind, and simply relax,
close your eyes promise not to rehearse;

Stars, such romantic notions coerce
your spirit to take it to the max;
It’s so easy to explore the Universe;

Unpredictable may appear adverse,
so does the symmetry of comet tracks;
Close your eyes promise not to rehearse;

Harboring a closed mind is the reverse, 
her lucid dreams for us lie in stacks;
It’s so easy to explore the Universe;

Being tied to gravity is a curse,
there is a dimension the Earth lacks;
Close your eyes promise not to rehearse;

Within insane fantasies immerse 
you’ll taste the genius of maniacs;
It’s so easy to explore the Universe,
close your eyes promise not to rehearse.

Purity

(for CFD, 1944–2023) 

Something blinked inside my soul
I used to be half but now I’m whole
To me, the diamond ring is coal –
That’s purity of thought

A bend in the river, a chill in the night
A martial plan to coerce right –
All these things that will the fight
Will one day already be fought

‘Cause I want love
And I want security
But if couldn’t have another thing,
Baby, give me purity

Prometheus and Christ were pure
Over pain’s cliffs and hills, they endured
If a river is cloudy, you can’t be sure
Anything will ever be caught

Yes I want love
And I’ll take security
But if I could only have one thing,
Baby, let it be purity

And now my father is in the urn
The things he taught, I’ve tried to learn
While deep in me, a molten memory burns
Where purity’s steel is wrought

‘Cause he showed love
Resisted security
And spoke to me about the ultimate path
That’ll lead me straight to purity

He led me straight to purity.

It's Love

Love trembles, a heartbeat,
Echoes through the soul,
Bequeaths joy, so very sweet.
Lends hope, making hearts whole.

Love erases the darkest night,
Whispering with gentle grace,
Reflecting the song of its light,
Brings wonder in every embrace.

Love breathes a prayer of hope,
Stirring the dreams, the muse,
Guarantees the soul can cope,
Singing a song that won’t confuse.

Love rouses the beauty inside,
Feelings so extraordinary, so alive,
Conveys perfection to ever abide,
Kindness that will eternally thrive.

Love reaches through the fears,
Conspiring with faith that lives,
Wiping away the most painful tears,
It’s serenity that just gives and gives.

Love pours out smiles of praise,
Arising to be a friend, adoring,
Light that is forever and always,
Its sensation is kind and restoring.

Love bonds hearts and souls,
With a magnificent beyond verse.
Love so powerful it completely controls,
Saving hearts from doubt that can coerce.

Joy of Desolation

I want to be left alone
alone and away from my thoughts
not the people around me
they don't bother me, I do
my mind bothers me
every minute incarnates a new thought 
every thought leads to new problems
with new solutions waiting to be found
they will be found, but when?
time is relative but how does it relate to me
when nothing is willing to go at my pace
unless—
unless I coerce the cadence of my thoughts 
I reckon this may work

Let's Say No To Suicide

World at times is a spring of mirth
And at times a root of melancholiness,
Gaiety and ruth are ineluctable quirk of nature
Where it leaves no beings unbrushed.
Bight trice would shimmer some days
And putrid flash would strike at times,
Discern that's a puissant canon of nature.
When grievance mounts the golden throne,
When relation twists into tears,
When desires wrench into agony,
Never hell bent to confide suicide 
For those troubles proceed the incredible comforts that follows
Alike the precession of hell heretofore the heaven.
Whenever melancholic flash haunts you
And coerce you to confide suicide,
Think no other than thy indulgent mother
Who lugged you almost a year in her belly
And who raise you up, with vacant scars
Physically and mentally, all well sound.
She never raise you up, to entertain thy death unnatural and astound,
She just raise you to live a life 
And amend world into a ameliorate place to dwell in,
Life is a precious douceur of God 
And thy mother is a God in human form,
So let's say no to suicide in all tastes of life.

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Work It Out

Strength, straight soul
Mobilizing, non-coerce,
Work out salvation.

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