TRAUMA IS A WRECKING BALL
Do not forgive them evermore,
they know just what they do.
Tis the aftermath of their wrath
of which they have no clue.
They take a piece of innocence,
a shovel and some lime,
bury it deep, beyond the reach,
fermenting in the mind.
Hidden trip wires everywhere,
covertly Intertwined.
Schrödinger's ticking time bomb,
the trauma left behind.
Do not flinch from experience,
beatings familiar ground.
A wrecking ball of insanity,
left crumbled on the ground.
Picking up the broken pieces,
holding them together.
Owning my ground in normal town
takes strength beyond all measure.
You ask if they care and I laugh at you
You ask if we’re there and I scoff at you.
Belief in a system that covertly oppresses you.
Belief in a freedom that covertly profits from you.
Hidden files lost in time tied up in front of you.
Lies, deceits, corruption, ‘eyes only’ facts that’ll never be seen by you.
Statistics on lists that govern you.
Statistics on lists that threaten you.
Statistics on lists that control you.
Statistics on lists that kill you.
You ask if they care and I laugh at you.
War is when someone wants to take what you have, your land, your life, your possessions.
War is ugly, it is painful, it causes death, it causes physical and mental pain.
War can be planned, like the induction of abortion, addiction, and other negative forces, that lead to death.
War is sometimes good and sometimes bad, it can make people get results that make them live a happy life.
War is sometimes conducted covertly, I am thinking of the hammer of the Scots, how diluting the people was used to weaken the control of the land.
War comes in many forms, like having so many separate interests wanting control.
War of food, war of jobs, war of housing, war of assets are just some of the wars that can happen.
War for love, is one we can all relate to, we have so many types of love, love of possessions, love of a spouse, love of a pet, just to mention a few.
War will always be, it will grow and will sit on the shelf and be remembered, past and current wars, are real, so pay attention and learn all you can.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Engaging a young fellow's dream,
Covertly by small flashlight beam,
With quick-moving spoon
He found out quite soon,
The meaning of too much ice cream.
Just how many babies
Are swapped at birth
With a look alike other
That other being
Some demon or some
Illegal Alien exchange program
Being covertly done
Right under our very noses
In broad daylight
In maternity wards worldwide
I should know
Being born with bi-fid thumbs
And six toes on each foot
Yet, it has to be my sister
She's wicked smart
Perhaps, too smart for her own good
And she has a big head
She’s got to be one
Of course, what’s a little culture shock too
Beings' stranger in a Strangeland
After walking the long long walk
Can’t even talk the strange talk
Seeking asylum from oppression
Seeking the land of Liberty
Feel free to wear their worn-out sandals
They’ll gladly trade for your Michael Jorden Nikes
Then again, maybe the exchange comes later
Some babysitter’s smuggling ring
Except she promises to turn your little rascal
Into an angel, for real
Still criminal but God ordained
Covid
commiserate, conjugate
circumambulate around the
circumference of the
continent
covertly circulate
in the crevices of
confederates
cramped, crawling,
crooning in the
cavern of
Copulates
we concurred
that the crisis
was going to confabulate
Covid closure
clamped and comorbid
into crass and crumpled
consternates
constipate crush
collapse and confiscate
curious conjugates
carelessly canned
into cisterns of
congenial but classless
contaminate.
i cannot continue
to calculate
the cost of our
confusion.
Impel discourse upon one and another,
the unseen veracity of ennui and weariness causes me to covertly smother. Appreciation and fascination moderately transpire,
humanity led solicitous to retire.
A bond have infrequently on any account been achieved,
unassertive alongside what intend to be believed.
Loneliness forge such enchantment
conflicted with despondency.
Just mooning
and buffooning
Covertly stepping behind the veil
Dancing and prancing under the new moon
Burning candles and chanting, leaving no trail
Dark, unscrupulous wishes coming soon
Now, laughing and frolicking under the full moon
When you should be wishing upon a star
Daytime you appear as an angel but when night falls, you're a goon
My, what a selfish, controlling parasite you are
Like a fisherman at his favorite pond
You insidiously cast your rod of malevolence into the night
Reeling in an unwitting victim's essence just for kicks and fun
The poor soul didn't even know he was in a fight
But this is no fun and games
The stark thirst for manipulation and control can be tragic
The Universe is watching and recording faces and names
Karma is the return to sender of black magic
There was a day set aside for the wedding
but the groom was very much dreading
it would be the same day
his grand final would play
and that’s where it looked it was heading
Alas his worst fears came true
So what was he s’posed to do?
Change the date
he’d marry his mate
or send a substitute to say “I do”?
Of course, that could be done covertly
The team had done it before with Curtley
but if the bride found out
she’d give him a clout
and the next month he’d spend inertly
So I hope we have the real groom today –
shame on his mates for staying away
but he stayed away too
when best man for Stew
and the ladies can still throw the bouquet
The bride is also very fond of her sport
loving a good tussle on field and on court
It’s clear and plain
she knows Glen’s pain
and she’s the kind and compassionate sort
This wedding’s been the perfect storm
The bride’s team’s in awesome form
Today’s their final too
So what’s Jane s'posed to do?
Miss it, or follow the wedding norm?
I’m sorry the groom’s grumpy and pre-occupied
but the final’s on now and he’s not in the side
but Jane empathizes
with his sacrifices
having hired a substitute bride!
Sometimes you can neglect your neutral play
When you are in a traumatised community
While many people appreciate your work secretly
And continue learning from you covertly.
Neutrality is opposite of rivalry
But it can turn to be casualty
When the role seems perplexity
In the eyes of few people who identify
That neutrality is voluntary charity without faulty
But they standing to complicate things calculatingly.
July 31/2023
"Immaculate"
I’d like to write something
beautiful for once,
divinely dripping with honey
and milk that washes white
like stamen juice over the uncut,
the bees all come to drink
the heady dew,
stroking their black down
over dusky aubergine-eyed
blue forget-me-knots,
the nots touched by thorns
those slippery rosary beads
coddled warm between the hidden
breasts of petulant nuns
bending in their black habits
unfettered roses
pistils sticky with stigma
covertly kneeling before their
uncovered dreams
of nakedness blanketed
in the sun's light
warm and flaming
as a forbidden kiss
plucked passionately
immaculate
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
pistil.
stigma.
If you give me your love
I'll make you be my dove
Because you're the only girl that i love
If love is a real love
We don't hardly need money
but nowaday
Other girls are looking for money
Even yersterday
My babe asked me big money
and i said that i'll give it to her on friday
because actually i'm in lack of money.
Even today
At 09pm o' clock
She tells me good night
My bestie also wish me a good luck
because i have an exam tonight
I covertly love her
but my mother hate her
David also likes her
but he can't tell her
I explain it to my father
but he told me that we can't leave together
I cry like my young brother
Because she is my lover
Awestruck
My pellucid teddy had been left in the kitchen overnight
someone had scratched its eyes off
The eyes had been dark green buttons taken from
a nazi uniform that had belonged to my uncle, who joined
the Hitler army to fight the Russian communists.
My mother, the communist, didn’t care for her brother
1945, he was declared missing in action, therefore, not
stated as dead; had he been around now, he would have
been 120 old and admired for fighting the Russians
How we, in the West, love hating them and also when
Yeltsin was in power, patronizing them because we covertly
think they are stupid.
The cat coming in from the terrace jumped up on my lap
yawned; her night had been busy.
Gwyneth the dragon raiser dreamt of slaughtering enemies in an easy way
She shared this with one squire, who created armor that fit her back sway
Healthpal her favorite dragon offered to accompany his trainer to the front.
he could read her mind, and with him, she would not get scared or want.
set out at daybreak the minute her armor was finished, sandwiches in hand.
Enemies were everywherel Healthpal’s fire would fix any loose in a band.
Her father watched them go and sent avid prayers to her mother.
she was being followed covertly by her cousin and older brother.
battle of Armisttooth was in full swing when they reached their destination.
Gwyneth took her place in the fight, and Healthpal showed them his station.
They annihilated much of the enemy’s troops, and soon had them on the run.
Oh my gosh! Said her brother and cousin “This was all kinds of fun!”
Gwyneth was upset, thinking they did not think she could handle herself.
She was not a porcelain doll or a china teapot to be put high up on a shelf.
We just came to watch, they said. Are you ready to go to the new front?
They worked together next time, chasing the enemy home to Van Brunt.
It’s a shame, a dirty game
Played covertly with flair of deceit under cover
It’s a shame, a dirty game
Played covertly with flair of deceit under cover
Don’t ever think the men you trust, baby
Won’t deceive you and turn into trickster
Unfaithful man has no shame
He’ll take away dreams of your tomorrow
You’ll be in ruins of your broken heart
He’ll take away dreams of your tomorrow
You’ll be in ruins of your broken heart
Betrayal will sink you in the blue sea of sorrow
(Inspired by the lyric of Joe Bonamassa British Blues song
"Double cross time")
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May 21, 2023
Contest : Joe Bonamassa British Blues Explosion
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
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