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The Pepperman Pondering 07241022

I JUST HAD, TO ASK THE QUESTION,
WHAT'S REALLY, GOING ON?
SO I OPENED A DOOR IN THE UNIVERSE,
FOUND A PEAK TO PONDER ON.

ODD THINGS SEEM TO HAPPEN
AND NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE.
ONCE IN FICTION MOVIES,
NOW, IT'S EVERYWHERE.

NO ONE, SAW THE UPRISE.
NO ONE, SAW THE THE FALL.
OTHERS, WERE SIMPLY BLINDED,
NOT NOTICING, ANYTHING AT ALL.

PEOPLE WERE BEING BRAINWASHED,
CONGLOMERATES WERE BEING  FORMED.
NO ONE SEEMS TO NOTICE,
TRANSHUMANISM, IS NOW THE NORM.

" "SLAVERY" IS A WAY OF LIFE."
MEANING "STAYING INSIDE THE BOX."
NEVER UNDERSTANDING,
THINKING LIKE A FOX.

NO ONE SEEMS TO REASON
SOMEHOW LOGIC DISAPPEARED.
FROM SOMEWHERE, INSIDE THE DARKNESS,
ANDRONIKOS REAPPEARS.

STREETCARS WERE ONCE ELECTRIC,
NOW CONSIDERED, IN THE PAST.
ANOTHER WAY OF SAYING,
NOTHING EVER LAST.

THOUGHTS AND WORDS ON PARCHMENT,
HAVE STOOD THE TEST OF TIME.
ELIMINATING HISTORY ,
SHOULD BE THOUGHT UPON, AS A CRIME.

Michael E. Harris
07242022

Corporate Control

I always feel hungry
yet dare not complain
it may set a precedent,
believing I am the fodder
the factory keeps feeding on my
infinite illusions.
The Radio talkback show tells us,
“No one wants insecurity anymore.”
Yet the conglomerates give no guarantee
no “Job for life”
Only a life! For a job.
Perhaps security is with the power
of the poppy or cocoa leaf?
So far, I’ve been lucky
I’ve found my comfort zone
this side of life.
So! Do not weep for me
for I breathe the fragrance of innocence,
my mind remains only
a fragment of intellect,
my musing will never make poem of the day
when my world one of such simplicity.
Yet I see mankind bemused,
multitudes from all walks of life
programmed as corn in the meadow
swaying to a acrimonious breeze,
before being judged within a
clockwork frame, with hearts
that beat in caustic chests.
Frail bodies embraced with wretched minds
tolerance etched upon stark faces,
their promised land dangled upon
the filament of dreams,
while calculated scenarios
bombard their unswerving ambience.

© Harry J Horsman 2020

A Wish

When my existence expires 
Lay me in the Sky, amid Sunsets, 
In the eye of a Storm, 
Or the warmth kiss of the Sun, 
For the ears to hear, 
That i was wrapped in the softness of the Cloud, 
To decay and be a progeny of them, 
Join in the running of their daily activities, 
Seeing lovely things and what New Jerusalem would look like, 
And assist in completing the building. 
But not in an oblong closed box, 
Carefully lowered, within conglomerates of stones called graveyard, 
Abandoned to decompose and be a progeny, 
Just to expand the lineage of Dust, 
Who only sits here to wait for that day,
When New Jerusalem will descend from Heaven, 
As a bride adorned for her husband.

Why Vote Mate

Why vote for governments
That uses you
That abuses you
Confuses you and refuses you

Why vote for governments
That doesn’t respect or defend your rights
And fight with all their might’s
Why vote for governments that are not contrite
And feel their evil doings are alright

Why vote for governments
That steals the meals off poor people’s plate
Yes I know you can relate
You lobbyist and you rich conglomerates

You leaders brought this world to this state
You closed equal opportunity gates
You email-gate, water-gate, racial profile, hate!
You collaborate to devastate by inaugurate debates
And brain washing mandates

You empty and launder it
The treasury’s financial reserves hey wait!
You vaingloriously defend your scandals eh mate
Yeh! You really forced me to explashiate

Against fractured cannibalistic nature politics
Syndromes of “eat ah food” government’s historics
Past and present, you categorize and polarize
Our society for your sooooole benefits

Eh why vote mate?

©Copyright August 27, 2014 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved

Writer's Block

Writer's Block

barren saplings of thoughts
strain against conglomerates 
praying for rain

©deborah burch
4.27.13

The Bush Family

Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction
so we invaded Iraq, but we found none.
Now we're over there fighting for Iraq's liberty supposedly,
but that isn't the case necessarily.
The Bush's have government contracts supplying weapons for the military.
They are also major conglomerates in the oil industry.
Something about all of this stinks if you ask me,
but none dare call it a conspiracy.

Who Does Indeed

Sometime soon many of you may get kicked around some.
Who knows, maybe you'll get picked up taken away and held for treason.
One day soon many of you will be picked at random
and all who supported you will revel in their abandon.
Everyone appears to be right on coarse
of blindly following our leaders and accepting their wars
while our children continue to get slayed in the name of fighting terrorists.
A War That Will Never End, that's what this is.
Everyone still refuses to see
how we're all losing our civil liberties.
Well, it doesn't really matter to me
if I'm seen as a tin foil hat wearing paranoid of conspiracy theories
or if I'm seen as the unknown, unpatriotic enemy
because everybody has always had to fight to live free
and I refuse to live my life as a refugee.
I can't spell it out any more clearly,
The Bush's are major conglomerates of the oil and weapons manufacturing industry.
They possess billions upon billions of dollars in contracts with the military
and are opting for, if not already a total oil industry monopoly.
So who benefits from this war on terror truly?
Who does indeed? Who does indeed?

The World We Live In

Don’t blink
Don’t dare
Dare to love
Dare to hate
Hate the weak
Hate the strong
Strong hold
Strong arm of the Law
Law of gravity
Law of time
Time to change
Time to hear
Hear the pain
Hear the cries
Cries of man
Cries of children
Children skipping
Children fishing
Fishing for faith
Fishing for hope
Hope runs dry
Hope is why we feed
Feed to energize
Feed to revive
Revive this state
Revive this broken world
World of hatred
World of garbage
Garbage day is coming
Garbage will be collected
Collected in masses
Collected by heartless hands
Hands of evil
Hands of the corrupted
Corrupted conglomerates
Corrupted by money
Money holds the key
Money is power
Power of the mind
Power of the state
State your business
State your opinions
Opinions no longer matter
Opinions are yesterday’s news
News of famish
News of death
Death of all lies
Death is our future
Future….
Lies….

Corporate Annual Assessment

I always feel hungry
yet I dare not scoff
it may set a precedent.
(“My TV’s begging for Africa again!”)
Yet! I believe I am the fodder
everyone keeps feeding on my
infinite illusions.
The talkback show tells us,
“No one wants insecurity anymore.”
Yet the conglomerates give no guarantee
no “Job for life”
Only a life! For a job.
(Not forgetting the analytic “Bull”
upon application!)
Perhaps security is with the power
of the poppy or cocoa leaf?
So far I’ve been lucky
I’ve found my comfort zone
this side of life!
So! Do not weep for me
for I breathe the fragrance of innocence,
my mind will remain only
a fragment of intellect,
my world one of simplicity.
Yet I see mankind bemused,
multitudes, like corn in the meadow
swaying to a acrimonious breeze,
before being judged within a
clockwork frame, with hearts
that beat in caustic chests.
Frail bodies embraced with wretched minds
tolerance etched upon stark faces,
their promised land dangled upon
the filament of a dream,
while calculated scenarios
bombard their unswerving ambience!

© Harry J Horsman  1997

Af-Rui-Ka

The African countries lived well by themselves
Until the white man crossed, continental shelves

I can understand adventurers who decided to roam
But not the conglomerates who raped as they combed

The British in Sudan and the French colonies
Never helped Africa being brought to it's knees

This beautiful continent enjoying political appease
But it has a powder-keg fuse that can light with such ease

Angola, Uganda, and Rwanda hit the news
Civil Wars and Genocide once again man's abuse

The biggest sore it carries in this quite wonderful place
One word, slavery, white man's ultimate disgrace

It's not for me to say about a place I don't belong
It's just such a tragedy that it's seen so many wrongs

This continent called Africa, African through and through
Adeleke Adeite, be proud to be you

We Are the Power

Look out your window
And what do you see
A land of beauty
And all in purpose is free

Conglomerates all over
They grind and they mine
Who tells them to take
What is yours so defined

Elections must change
For tomorrows today
As we are the people
And our thoughts you must say

Be in power
As we have granted you grace
But we are the power
To remove you of place

If you can't be upstanding
Especially, from where you came from
We will know you as weak
When you thought you were strong

For we are the people
Your bosses we are
If you do whats right
We will allow you to star?





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The Weight of the World

It saddens me
To read poems of our poets
Anguish of life
And society knows it
 
The threat of eviction
Because no jobs can pay
Multi conglomerates
Stand in our way
 
Their tall buildings
Overlook our homes
Shadowing the poor
Savings they comb
 
Destitute families
Looking for a way out
Administration
Give them a shout
 
We voted you in
To change for the good
No wonder so many
Have to turned to the hood
 
The weight of the world
Is on us all
But the ones at the top
They rarely fall
 
So Corporate America
And corporates worldwide
You wouldn't be there
Without us, by your side


Written after reading James Peranteau's poem " I'll loose my little Son "
whilst listening to Tommy Shaw's  " The Weight of the World "



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss.php

Amazonia

Rain top canopy
Sea of green
Spread like a carpet
For any Amazon Queen
 
Meandering flows
Delta bound
Fresh and sea
River down
 
Indigenous tribes
Never seen
In tranquil peace
Below the green
 
Nature blessed 
This basin of life
Diversity of species
Jaguar to wood lice
 
But this modern day
Even by the hour
Mans machines
Deforest, devour
 
What comes of the tribes
Their jungle zoo
As these world conglomerates
Do as they do
 
There has to be change
Before all greenery falls
We have to adjust
Before the bell tolls
 
The nations so might
At the table sit down
Preserve this wonder
With World Heritage Crown
 
Amazonia
Modern and tribal
If we continue to maim
Raped suicidal

Artist Manifesto

And who is artist?

I was told before, dollar for painting

(a hundred for creation)

I don't believe that anymore

(never really did)

We are the architects, playing to the open field of the underworld to realities

(an artist with an 'e')

thick conglomerates of sticky color for fingertips

assimilations of rarities in a crown of words

(and I wear it every day)

I walk with a liquid transcription in my mind, and a step before another

planned to exist.

It's the attraction to memory-movement-making

Paste against palette, mouth against ambiance

a sensuality, that goes beyond knowing

and enters the realm of divine.

We are what we are- and what we are is

liquid- little tapers of movement,

beautiful movement.

Even the naked, aspiring snakes of Adam and Eve

begins here. 

And who is artist?

I promise you this

They'll never pay you to enough to know.

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