Competence is seldom loud—yet confidence often is.
A charismatic smile may persuade a crowded room that wisdom has arrived,while judgment quietly waits outside.
Psychopathy,hidden beneath a layered mask,borrows the language of empathy without carrying its weight.
Its mirrors reflect only what others long to see.
The victim,neither wholly believed nor wholly forgotten,drifts between the sea and the sky—where truth dissolves into distance,and horizons become courtrooms of uncertainty.
To the practiced eye,the mask is never the face.
Charm is not conscience.
Persuasion is not integrity.
Performance is not compassion.
The sea remembers every foot print washed from its shore.
The sky remembers every silence that no witness heard.
And some where between them,where evidence struggles against illusion,stands the fragile human soul,waiting for perception to surrender to truth.
bloody bites bleed me
red lawsuits courtrooms sue me
paper lion king
In a land far, far away,
Where courtrooms were made of clay,
The judge and jury were but mere puppets,
Dancing to the tune of the media's trumpets.
The accused was brought forth to stand,
His fate already sealed by the press's hand,
Guilty before trial, his name besmirched,
His reputation tarnished, his future smirched.
The trial was but a formality,
A charade for the masses to see,
The verdict was predetermined, the outcome set,
Justice was but a thing to forget.
The media, the true judge and jury,
Wielded power, a dangerous fury,
With their words they could make or break,
A man's life, with a single mistake.
So be warned, all those who tread,
In the court of public opinion led,
For the media's pen is mightier than the sword,
And their verdict, the final word.
End Times
When good men
see bad things happen,
and do nothing
but watch...
The world is set...
on the road,
directly to destruction.
Hope is put in the back seat,
and not seat belted in,
but left there to care
for herself,
as she can no longer
care for anyone else.
Faith...
fallen under the heel of the wicked.
The schools are full of rainbows,
created to mock the truth of real colors
that can only be truly created by God.
Courtrooms and high offices,
stuffed ballots in boxes,
lies to our faces,
and spaces for more tents to be... just ahead.
Beware,
beware...
Find something you can do to change, what is...
or there will be no reason to move forward at all.
Find something or someone...
that you can talk to, vote for,
or gather together, that still has value,
worth fighting to keep.
Find people, each person each day...
look into their eyes and know, the way.
The way the truth and the Light.
There is no other that can save man.
There is no other that will serve
as sacrifice for our sins, of complacency,
and depressive whining about
our status in life.
FAMILY VALUES
Foes have arisen in our day and age
And they have taken their act to the stage
Making their laws in the nation’s courtrooms;
It’s families they’re after to destroy and to doom.
“Let’s turn on the families”; they act to devour,
Yet the family’s the root of our nation’s great power.
Victory is certain when families are strong
And we can be sure that our freedom’s prolonged.
Let us go back to the values once set
Under those leaders, and let’s not forget.
Equipped with strong families, our land will survive;
Strong families will keep all our freedoms alive.
This poem is an acrostic of FAMILY VALUES.
This month she's a singer
in public lewd and crude
pushed into the limelight
and usually half nude
Next month she'll be a model
a drug-addicted child
in and out of courtrooms
another youth gone wild
The latest greatest train wreck
is just another face
she'll rise and fall so quickly
then another takes her place
Each new one tries to outdo
the ones that came before
with even bigger scandals
and troubles by the score
Just 25 and burnt out
used up and thrown away
disposable celebrities
come and go each day
And tragically for some
they lose their very lives
they're just another headline
on which the public thrives
Created in a board room
churned out at record pace
the latest greatest train wreck
has come to take your place
Tsunami, the killer waves.........
When the news of tsunami came crashing to me
my heart felt with sorrow and was reckless insane
Unbearable to see our beautiful villages and towns
were destroyed and left our dreams empty and drained
Can we wash away our tears running down
when the killer tsunami washed away our land
Can we walk through the beach sand again
where our loving children were taken away by tsunami
Can we hold the sea moans its hunger and prey
while stealing our souls in the depth of our loving hearts
Can we put this blame on our Lord who is our saviour
while arrogant ocean struck down us with flint
Can we scold the nature that betrayed us
while thousand of lives did claim
Can we rise our lost loved ones again from the sea
when the ocean became calm
Is there neither any judgment nor courtrooms to argue
but God knows that the nature has won.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
All rights are reserved @ 2018 - Ravi Sathasivam
Watching movies
We all think
He deserved it
But that
Don’t play
In courtrooms
Anyway
It was written down in Black and White
Beautiful people segregated
Their dignity denied
A nation diminished and divided
Deprived and depraved
Hatred in the heart spewed out
Across the pages
Erupted on the streets
In peaceful protests
The sound of struggle songs
To ease the wrongs
Batons, beatings and bombings
Courtrooms, judges and jail cells
The sickening crack of gunfire
So many cried
Too many died
The pain runs deep
It wasn’t meant to be
And it’s left a shameful legacy
Which in the end
Only Love will mend
Courtrooms and CAGES
Arrests, scared...scarred from
the RAGES!
Broken hearts from broken
doors.
Glass SHATTERED!
The consequences didn't seem
to MATTER!
Built me new!
Tore me down.
Never built me BACK!
I don't know which hurt worse
the first... or the last ATTACK!
It was me and you.
Then US!
Now it's you and ME
SEPARATELY-
No TRUST!
Epiphanies, metaphors,
moments of CONNECTIONS
We had it all through deep
INTROSPECTION.
I may have been your mirror
but you were mine as WELL,
In your reflection I saw
heaven...
in my reflection, you saw HELL!
22.12.2007
BEWARE
I am so deeply lost
In your hazy embrace
A maze of foggy half - truths
And misty quarter - lies
I am so disrespectful!
Spit angels in the face
I make stormy love to you
In courtrooms of the skies
I give promisses easily
Fearless of Judgement's Day
I follow the prophecies
I see in your blue eyes
But if you should betray me
I will teach you a lesson
About revenge and hatered
Of devils in disguise...
The word’s speaker and listener would hear
Cackling,
Not from one another,
But from a burning Sixo;
They would feel
As though
A noose was choking
Their voices
Before they could even tell
Themselves to “rest in peace”;
They would see
The bullets
That rushed,
Jealously,
Into the bodies of intelligent black heroes and heroines;
They would taste
The blood
That could have filled all the courtrooms
Where racist murderers were not convicted;
They would smell
The human
Waste of those treated like human waste –
A stench strong enough to make some jump
Ship just for a breath of fresh air,
Before the waters
Then enslaved them ….
These effects may sound
Insane
But are they any more
Out
Rage
Us
Than our current
Usage of the “n”- word?
That is,
Many of us would say nothing
If a black friend declared,
“A ______ will never become the President of the United States of America ….”
To be honest,
I even agree
With the essence of this statement.
For only a full black man or woman
Will
Eventually
Become
The President.
Thankfully,
That still leaves all black people in the running.
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