Do not debauch the banner--red, white, and blue,
By waving it above traitorous insurrectionists’ yell.
Old Glory was “so gallantly streaming” in 1812,
It has stood the tests of time tried and true
From Iwo Jima, the Japanese sulfur island hell,
And the Halls of Montezuma, on history’s shelve.
Proudly, she stands for our American democracy
Her illustrious story is one patriots proudly tell
No one dare defame her if they her history delve
Relinquishing tried and true to lurid conspiracy
The flag must wave proudly in 2022.
May 23, 2021
He held the torch aloft
fevered flame indignant
forged itself within his eyes
a wrath so kindled
this terrible iniquity
in recognition of its pestilence
all the corruption and the filth
in monument had erected itself
and to disgrace
its lines of perception
etched upon his harrowed face
a grim contempt
and therein a desperate hope
the blood
the gore
robed priests of the temple war
infected with wealth
their spiritual debauch
and all the lives beguiled
infesting the streets of his home
he held the burning truth aloft
he set the fire
and prayed to God
to bring freedom
from the tyranny of Rome
Fiddled : to alter or manipulate deceptively for fraudulent gain, to tamper or interfere with,
to contrive to do something by illicit means or deception, to falsify, to swindle
Small gauge large sound
could be trivia profound
Stations and shunters
red lights for the punters
Small member large auto
mobile cars pars pro toto
In silly banter we trust
French letters a must
But remember the other
Freud had a mother
In Victorian Vienna he toiled
his thoughts rather soiled
In mind he bonked on the couch
dirty old man sought to debauch
Those wicked rationalizations
what a treat for all nations
Kill thy father bonk thy pother
plenty of perversity to smother
So deliriously stupid it seems
it is all in all in those dreams
Yet morbid mortality calls
when the man stumbles and falls
He walked a tight sleezy rope
cocaine was his grand old dope
When the wicked go mad
it culminates bad and sad
High volume tiny shackles
still nonsense’s trifle crackles
All quiet again at the libido check out
Sigmund is dead long live the doubt
Let us loose upon the lands our children,
So they shall be in woven sunbeams clad,
And romp free in winter’s snow-lined cauldron,
Drink in star showers, by starlings’ flight led,
With the largess of nature often fed.
Let their minds be lodged in the greenest vale,
Playful under the bluest lagoon’s spell,
In earth’s bosom give them halcyon days.
With a lasting firmness may their hearts swell,
To suffer none to debauch nature’s grace.
A new word is a woman
you’ve just met,
beautiful and wondrous
until you try to make her fit
snugly into your sentence.
A new word is a restaurant just opened, hoping
your eyes will get used to the light,
they know how to do steak,
their horseradish is homemade,
and they too dislike pickles.
A new word is a song
breaking into the top ten.
Either the girls like it
or the boys, but seldom
both, tapping their fingers.
A new word is a surprise
party thrown by your lover, where
your friends threaten to carouse and debauch
before settling into understandings
and face-to-face interaction.
I dreamt, the grim wrath of judgment day
And took my place among the exalted ministries,
The divisional angel, with stygian face of mysteries;
Was fiercely maze, in oblivion, and resurrect fey,
My pang shame exalted with each known face I saw,
Never say my sins; but among squalid: abortion-amorous;
Those that trance in crimson, and debauch-lucious,
I felt the reality of stygian doom, and the heavens allure,
Waking up, I had lived half my years on earth,
Thinking about nothing but vanity insidious,
And the incessant emptiness paddling my faith chaos,
Infinity is for time, not you cowed by youth,
And me by indignant fate, the list obscene:
Was unexplained; till uncertain grave forlorn.
Onward then does Time ascend the eons it does build
Within the endless void of space which never shall be filled
Deep within the eons past, a Potency there compels
Horrors be extended from Evils which are Hells’
And herein do I dwell within Hell’s castle keep
With keys I do open doors and let the evils creep
Avarice and malfeasance let loose to run amuck
Despair and sorrow following, causing their havoc
Slimes that ooze and glisten with names that you know well
Cultivate and incubate the tribulations that are Hells’
I unleash the Hounds of Hell, in silence do I watch
Devoutly do they search - for souls they will debauch
Hounds of Hell cause someone to bid their soul adieu …
And now, my festered eyes await the soul they’ll bring from YOU!
Debauch , the act
as it proceeds step over step
condemn with brand of evil
actor at the center
circum-loci the people with moral mentor
"motive ,means along with fruitful deeds
the devil caught with all rotten seeds"
decreed and screamed "kill this man
as soon as you can"
But 'due procedure of law'
had to ask him once , right hand clutching a saw
His aura still not fainted
the fool was logical and reason-tainted
"my crime's only natural and rationale",he cry
some laughed while others made relieved sigh
" O being, how dare to say those cruel words
we measure by meaning alone not mind's curse"
triumph of countless majority over minimum of one
"we are more so right, follow us or none"
"fate of individuality and one is to die
part of society thus no right to think and never ask why?"
rejoice and cheer!! the man was hanged atlast
pray God that no more unique and standouts or
have to kill each ...till the earth last
have to kill each ...till the earth last
These tears work well their Machiavellian craft.
They blur my vision, clog my nostrils
like a vice, constrict my voice and finally
confound my countenance,
debauch my dignity,
I'll have no more of them!
This faithless wash is ended
with a firmer grasp upon a solid staff
of reason, my defense
when sentiment and tenderness assail
the fortress of my heart.
In all the years remaining
shall I then create a fortitude
contemptuous of fears, and no regret?
Will I ever understand again
the meaning of humanity.
the truth implicit in the arts?
And, will I never see the stars at noon,
or capture in my chest that rush
of aching splendor that a smiling child imparts?
And with my intellect, and on my cheek, I know.
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Precious piety covers his face while
I`m tearing at delicately woven lace
Honest gardener works till the late hours
I deliciously debauch his innocent flowers
Creators, sustainers frown with a look of amnesia
Forgetting their brother is a worshiper of Shiva
Ahem this phlegm
In snotty body
Needs and pleads
A hotty-toddy.
Think a drink
Or pill will
Fight my plight
Kill this ill?
I might ply
With some rum
Debauch with scotch
Numb the glum.
Until that swill
Outs this bout
My poor sore
Snout will spout.
If we lived in a state
With no societal contract
Formal laws, constrained movement
or expression
Would that bring out
a hidden harmony?
or would humanity
debase and debauch
having no recourse
to reward and punishment?
Would we still exist, love, and share joy?
With no social control or design?
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