In life’s lowest moments, it is challenging to gather the strength to rise again.
The hurt and pain decapitate your reasoning. Your functions and extremities are paralyzed, it's like falling into an endless pit. Nothing in life matters in that moment, even the wind on your face exacerbates your grief and agony.
In that moment in time, there is nothing to look forward to or to live for, and you feel like you're trapped in that timeline forever.
The hardest thing to do is to take that first step. To know in your heart that you deserve to move toward the light and heal and go through your metamorphosis, and to embrace your reality. That is true strength from within. To transform and evolve and to become a new and better version of yourself.
May We Make Love At The War Front?
May I Know You While Iron Leads Flies Over Our Heads?
May I Know Why Our Bodies Tangle In The Grass;
Soaked By Bloods, Sweat & Tears Of Soldiers Of Love?
May We Thrust While You Trust Me To Be There With You Till The End.
May We Kiss While Canon Balls Decapitate The Heads Of Men?
Shall I Dip My Stick Of Life In Your Deep Shallow?
May We Tumble & Flip As Men Scream In Pain & Regrets?
May I Burrow My Nails On Your Flesh While War Cries Announces The Beginning Of Massacre?
May We Make Love On The Dead Bodies Of Fallen Men Of Valour?
May I Know You While Men Are Dying For Their Land And Families?
May I Get You Pregnant Whilts We Loosing Our Men?
May I Feel Your Love Tonight Before We Bid Our Farewells?
Gentle rain.
How patient it is,
working delicately
all through the night
with its little fingers,
hand in hand
with gravity,
to decapitate a rose
Deliver the speech to avoid an explosion
Depress animosities rightful emotions
Decapitate that which would delay our cause
Desire the path made by the Lord
Disable powers to fight and defraud
Deposit the heroism that history records
Deserve the gifts of obediences reward
Darkness gathers in
a raucous cloud of wings
to swell in trees, a seething mass
of movement like a maggot ball
hung high in a canopy until all
subsides into a folded quiet.
Air then becomes the domain
of the silent whose
wings beat in whispers
and are cloaked in stealth.
My mind paints a picture of an owl
swooping low with talons
drawn to hook an unwary
mouse. Raptors are no threat
to me.
I fear those other wings
let loose by man that my eyes
cannot see, but slice the air
on the edge of hearing,
can fly clean through
the center of thought
and decapitate a feeling. These
wings kill or leave wounds
that weep and never heal.
Torrents of thoughts torment me
Floodgate of distractions rack my soul
Avalanche of delusions
Decapitate my mental faculty
As I muse over the degeneration
That has dogged my beloved country
She manifests every aspect
Of a failed state
The giant of Africa has lost control
Of her Territory to terrorists
Bandits have re-colonized my fatherland
Kidnappers strike terror into the hearts
Of weary and hapless Nigerians
While her economy continues to
Stumble and wobble with ignominy
In the hands of oil thieves
The ancient perpetrators of
rape
Against our father land
Are shamelessly like vultures
Gathering and flying over
The carcass of the comatose nation
To gang-rape her to death
Arise fellow Nigerians and stand firm
Let us take our country back
From chaos to path of sanity
God Bless America
For all her flaws
current Republican claws
what a lady
eloquence from France after all
A land of all lands
people made up of all peoples
there will always be the extremes
magnified by social media screams
No matter imperfections
our freedoms sing across the seas
as China flaunts human rights basic laws
stand as one and ignore the birdbrained fringe
Countries like humans are not perfection
carry deep in your heart empathies reflection
decapitate the voice of those spewing vitriol
hold hands not to agree, simply to love humanity
the day they decapitate me
will be the day
I stop showing up for work
They will have to hire someone else
To sit here writing poems, pretending I am listening
To make personal phone calls, pretending I am working
I may not say anything
when it happens
but I will be furious.
ISIS-K blew up a girls' school*
al-Qaida claim flogging is cool
No girl is worth
A clump of earth
Wherever the Taliban rule
Jihadists strive to be lanky
To decapitate a Yankee
If Allah were judge
Would He prefer fudge
To another bloodstained hanky?
*whilst school was in session!
Heroin or Heroine?
by Michael R. Burch
(for mothers battling addiction)
serve the Addiction;
worship the Beast;
feed the foul Pythons
your flesh, their fair feast ...
or rise up, resist
the huge many-headed hydra;
for the sake of your Loved Ones
decapitate medusa.
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Shouts, Yells, Screams, Rants, Raves
Bullhorn-magnified Bombast
"Decapitate him!"
Why don't the police stop it?
What happened to enforcement?
Such love that has imprisoned me to many hells,
Neglected nights navigate the pernicious smells…
With fiendish fury left flagitious and forsaken,
Amidst cold caves of ice the demons have awaken;
A virtuous vixen like a deceptive desired disciple,
An edacious Eve offering her appetizing apple…
I am enslaved and entombed upon loves lament,
Left to repellently rot within calamitous cement;
Relinquished ravaged ruins of my heart remain,
Parasitical palpitations penetrate pensive pain…
Derelict desertions devour the longing light,
Empty echoes decapitate within shunning sight;
Where slings and arrows cancerously conjugate,
And where stranded silent sorrows accumulate.
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June.14.2020
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Tolerance
By Tom
11-14-2016
We live in an age where we lack tolerance,
And others actions or words we smother.
Concerned entirely with our selfish agenda,
And filled with hatred toward our brother;
We often try to decapitate with words,
Then ruefully seek some way of undoing.
By excuse or outright denial, we’re saying,
My thoughts, perhaps you’re, misconstruing.
The angels
of the
true God
Fly in
mid heaven
Searching
the hearts
of men
Reporting back
to their Father
what they read
in the hearts
of men
The horsemen
of the
Apocalypse
The dark horses
of death
Weilding
their swords
of righteousness
to decapitate
the unholy
from among
our kind
to bring in
a new order
of righteous
mankind
To start anew
what was lost
in Paradise
This is a non-smoking area
Lizards keep out
Smoking is bad for your health
Long tongues and swerving bodies are not welcome
Cold blooded creatures beware
Strike matches elsewhere, (California has sanctuary zones)
Surgeon generals are lined up against you
To decapitate your kind, decaffeinate your sodas
Next on the list are turtles and frogs
Fat reptiles are not permitted in NY City
Smokers will be executed then put on trial
Liberals are coming after you
They love endangered species
Ash trays are ornamental
Kept in museums next to dinosaurs
It was not asteroids that killed the ancient lizards
Butt cigarettes without filters
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