Beware! In my Dwelling, a predator
slinks in without Even saying hello -
spirit who Pretends he’s my creditor -
green with greed and Remarkably yellow.
My words have Escaped this parasite-pest,
“You are So unwelcome here, a no-guest,
a remnant Scrap from a life I once led."
You would bleed me white or kill me Instead.
I ban you contender Of aggression,
Begone Now! rid me of this depression.
heart
benign
intrinsicaly
heart
creditor
worthy
Paul wants to his debts pay by installments
Red-eyed Mark holds not back raw sentiments.
“The cash you plan to release me piecemeal
I could lavish in some delicious meal,
Kitchens crossing their doors to food feel
And pubs parting their curtains to thirst heal:
Now, Red-Hot Mark not sure of starting deals
Nor big transactions providing fast wheels.
Next, a Paul begging lender use of his brain
And brotherly saving of deserved pain…
“You know installments can’t drive a bargain
Which no strength saps while it assures gain!”
“Yes, but I know Little does help The Big
And one less lucky with hair tries The Wig”
When creditor and debtor converse
Check it: one wants to a few things reverse.
Hate memorizes more and forgets less than love,
as well as creditor and debtor... !
a steady pidgeon
for him will provide much food
with white is tattooed
tried to save my skin
to find would go on a spin
found world full of sin
paper does pertain
readers who remain in rain
have become insane
went to news auction
came up with concoction
had used much caution
know an editor
performs as news predator
well known creditor
A sudden decision to hate Max
Who sent his bills like a tax,
Although, I’d wired him a fax
About a song I must first wax.
A reason to twist and turn
And out wardly burn,
Letting prejudice be born
And a relationship torn:
My defense; an easy-going creditor
Can bide with a lazing debtor
After I’d begun to hate Max
My face became supremely Lax
As though some stuff devoured from Octavio Paz.
Important part news plays
Does amaze when God will raise
Me up so Him can praise
have been enduring
we need news reassuring
Can be curing
mad mistake truly
hung down head like Tom Dooley
riders are unruly
when we joined news club
ended up eating a sub
at the nearest pub
we had heard news creed
they became a restless breed
for news that we need
when we pay our dues
receive paper full of news
then went for a cruise
heard that each editor
became a news predator
also a creditor
when we joined news crowd
had great skills and were endowed
with them we are proud
news was over barrel
they put on proper apparel
sand a Christmas carol
Last week, I walked up to a woman,
My arms encircling her un-notified waist,
After stiffly pointing out to some man
His not- funny miscalculations from childish haste…
Only yesterday was trailing after another woman in hilarity
Over her hip-describing shorts
And a not-tall one for a charity,
My eyes her high-heeled shoes giving teasing shots.
All these: grudge-unleashing embarrassment
And in even kangaroo courts, a harassment;
A boulder-large embarrassment, an embrace by the insane
Sincerely acting one’s old acquaintance,
To surely leave one in palpable pain
A creditor for his money breathing open threats of disturbance.
Embarrassment is that a woman could kill for,
Of her gross belittling, exceedingly sure ;
Some wives proceeding on hunger strike
Until the sadists their husbands join them to dislike.
Squarely, a pitying of self while wallowing in shame,
A never ever feeling the same
With a shovelful of agitation
For the deliberate intimidation,
Sufferers carelessly freeing the lock to Violent Reaction
On the spot, denied the Shock Absorber for humorless action.
No repentance in grave:
The Holies don’t the company of sinners crave.
It’s no mere echoing of a Bible verse:
A trillion woes await the indicted hearse.
Every Deity should feel A Perfect Fool
Forgiving The Now-Lifeless with a stony look,
All subjects upholding the rule
That at a transgressor should be thrown the book.
One doesn’t repent, when it’s time to decay
Or mention a debt one's creditor no longer wants one to pay.
Every cell in my body’s tweeting out pain
Something undiagnosed like a speeding train
Wants to kill my physical but not my brain
So I’ll just keep dictating my life’s refrain.
If you’re living, then you’re dying
But ride the former like a roller-coaster dream
Always giving, ever flying
Ride tornados over rainbows where cities gleam.
One daughter has cancer, the other’s a mess
And the balance in the bank could not be less
The phone rings nonstop with those creditor pests
But me and family still see life as blest.
If you’re living, then you’re dying
But ride the former like a roller-coaster dream
Always giving, ever flying
Ride tornados over rainbows where cities gleam.
My friend’s son passed last year, same age as my own
Friend lost their job, now could be losing their home
Loss is relative, attitude sets the tone
Someone’s always got it worse, so live don’t moan!
If you’re living, then you’re dying
But ride the former like a roller-coaster dream
Always giving, ever flying
Ride tornados over rainbows where cities gleam.
July 11, 2019
Mimi Kanawa lives on
A sore thumb in the rain
Creditor she preferred
A debtor she stood like a trout to bait
Hunger swallowed her so
But death stung her not
Being a hard row to hoe.
Mimi Kanawa made a parting with the road
That was so well made
The price overtook her
Repeatedly on this road
Though nothing lasts forever
Her gaze will always reign
For from her timeless gaze
Nothing will erase
Until I tell this tale
Of a fate too true to be stale
I woke up on the outside
of earth somewhere floating to the moon
I was pissed last night I had no
possession of my anger
The only friends I have are my academics
and the gems I make for breaking the grades
All year I spoke to god
I asked for no favors I hoped he was
less stressed
but instead set clouds of twisters and blizzards
death roamed all year like the last one
there is no difference anymore
more than a million body bags filled today
every blink of an eye
me and people do not see eye to eye
my minds not incarcerated everyone else's
living life like theres no purpose
that's the trapped idiotic life
my father died when I was only ten
knew nothing but vandalism
I black diamond for a heart
no feelings to be felt no help of any type of wealth
I just had myself
God as the moon God as my witness
not a gift giver or a miracle creditor
As as my walls
there was no barrier besides lies and sick
thinking that money meant everything
Fed Up (with the Shutdown)
Go to work everyday,
but I don’t get paid
MasterCard creditor chain letters
said I was a New America
debt slave
Was Union told the Federate zeroes
on my paycheck is retroactive
Ain’t got no money to buy food tho’ ...
guess I have to survive
on government
sound-byte fumes to live
I’m fed up with the Federal shutdown,
I’m sick and tired
of listening to Dem Republican clowns
Been going to work every unpaid day,
and I ain’t noticeably gotten any
Benjamin balm better
So weary from getting frozen wages —
I seek chimney heat,
by bitterly burning those personal
property auction letters
Was blue blot told the blank gray zeroes
on my pay stub is rebel non-negotiable
Ain’t got no cash to purchase gas tho’ ...
guess I gotta suck up
mo’ government
sound-byte fumes for po’ survival
I’m fed up with the Federal shutdown,
I’m hurting from hearing
White House noise by Congress clowns
Go to work everyday,
but I ain’t yet been paid
MasterCard creditor chain letters
said Freddie Irish me was a ***** Adopted
dollar bill slave
In the face of war
Loudly our fears drum.
The lioness ready for a feast
I heard Lucifer is angry against God
Battling to get Him to His kneels.
Blood is reigning
The blood sucker awaken
In pieces the sky has fallen
The moon now a commoner
And the sun a drunk wanderer.
Where are the innocence
The black cloud acquires,
Vultures need the flesh of the angels
Their bone the dogs also desire.
The dragon has been unleashed to flood the world,
This time, no one is right enough not to be wrong,
Yes, No saints, No Noah,
No ark to sail to a new world.
Death our creditor, we the borrower
The covenant can't be erased not even a word.
See what we have done to ourselves fighting our creator
See how we successfully drive ourselves to our destructions.
If God finally conquer the Armageddon
In the recreation of a new kingdom
I will want to be the Adam without eve
Dying to see what difference that will make indeed
Because this world is such a complicated trip
The returnees will hate to repeat.
Dishonorable plastic discharge
gouge a crater debt
of predatory lending regret
Dead faces on printed paper
exercise still
their executive will
Oppressive weight
from the mausoleum stacks
of dollar bills
Folded temptation —
some crispy new,
others old and faded
Both remain in
C-4 spend circulation
See for the blast damage done
to the slug underbelly
Crawl into the barrel
of a power drunk
cellar dream cluster fermenting
So psychotropic ink sick
from chasing the jade paper trail
Dead faces stay buried
in their head
Throttle the creased kick,
unfurl the abominable pirate sail
Skim cream of the dairy
udderly dead
Emerald leaven rolls
hidden
in the basement mattress
Adjacent to the Egyptian carvings
on the ivory headboard
of a Cleopatra-scented bed
Whispering voices,
from a dank, debt dungeon,
echo lovingly ...
with craven, creditor joy
They murmur ecstatically
of the profits reaped
in the name of idol presidents
lying in earthen beds
Covetously urging
the living
to never speak
ill of the minted dead
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