She sits composed, not as a woman,
but a lavish landscape of angles and cubes,
a psychic collage of splintered dissonance,
framed in fractured facade of anguish.
The body portioned into pile of unsettling planes,
the face split between skewed profiles,
the misaligned eyes displaced downward,
the limbs contorted into implausible grace.
All depict the geometry of emotion,
not a reshuffled shape of reality,
an embodiment of inconsistent identity.
The jade fingernails disrupt
the flowing fractured form
with glowing color of concealed liveliness,
or of radiant rebellion, a disguised diligence
that something within her
opposes the distorted repression.
The facial deformation isn’t a style preference,
etched on unusual emotional visage,
but an artistic assertion of authority.
Yet, with the display of her amazing vivacity
defacing doesn’t demolish Dora Maar,
but accentuates her charisma.
Inspired by Dora Maar With Green Fingernails by Pablo Picasso
Get data smart, don't let them start.' Such Intended centers, strike at the real heart' of all
Eco-log-istics, and world climate resolutions.' Resultant scars on the earth would
Be a hostile intrusion, defacing and squandering available and sustainable resources..I point out the trampling
And tearing of our
Earth.' We must apply all our recourses.'
To arrest such desecration, resist in all
And any manner, be firm stand fast and
Into this machinery, lets throw every
Bloody spanner !
Held it in, so strong.
For too damn long!
Bit my tongue,
it bled blood-red.
Cracks ran rampant,
as the eruption spread,
the pressure built.
The head-cap exploded -
Volcano Maricano!
Flash to Ash
Dread is Bled
Scene is Black
Flak is Sacked
Volcano Maricano!
Ashes flew,
molten lava spew,
red burning streams
dribbling down,
defacing, everything in
its path! Smiling!
Flash to Ash
Dread is Bled
Scene is Black
Flak is Sacked
Volcano Maricano!
Volcano Maricano!
On the moon a monolith stands on watch.
Searching for signs of humanoid arrival.
It is the sentinel for Earth's Gaia's cousin 'Yahah'.
The living God that protects the moon.
It sweeps up the dust of footprints
defacing its moon face persona.
It confounds the signals of alien
craft trying to land, so they crash.
It is a tower of Babel confusing conversations.
Destroying hope of foreign civilizations from
polluting, defiling, destroying, scaring, and
corrupting lunar landscapes and sacred ways of life.
Beware the Looming Tower of Yahah
It will be Your Eternal Undoing!
A feeble excuse that's plain as day,
given in the forlorn hope
it evokes forgiveness and pity,
with a lame witty ditty tale,
about what the dog ate,
is demacing, defacing, emacing and demurring.
It voids the hope of mercy, pardon and exoneration
that the dog ate as well.
Staring wide out from the past;
Never seen to blink.
Superior; nonchalent.
As kings and as gods.
Trace, as on a wall of air
Speech; decipherable.
As fades, fades, in front of each
Awe which silent nods.
"All of this rubbing of Time
As fierce these sands blow
Is, in defacing, blunt-clawed!
Bears Nile's hexopods".
Choking, churning dense river of clouds.
Vengeful, raging, wrathful airspace,
where seraphs and cherubs are murdered,
where cold torrential demons are unleashed.
Dank deep noons and nights interbreed,
incestuous and quailing, unholy waters
wailing, exploding, spilling specters,
erasing, defacing, disgracing all that was.
We all know the inequality of cruelty.
Cloudbursts inflict the most on the least.
Drenched hopes and soaked assumptions are
undone by mudslides, unhinged in flash floods.
There are so many conversations we wish
we once had, before the rains started,
before the blast of tainted waters scoured
our private rooms, and it was too late.
No, we don’t know we’re drowning in
the life we repudiate.
They murdered her without conscience, concern or caring
No one knew her real name
They called her mouse but no one remembers why
She should not have been here! They are argued.
Agreeing never to divulge what had happened
Mouse’s murder was never solved
But the bridge turned ugly
People came with spray bottles
Defiling and defacing it
Maybe Mouse’s relatives.
No one knew why
But after her murder
The bridge forever remained
the place that girl was murdered
And it stayed perpetually ugly
like the bullies' lack of conscience, concern or caring
each step
down an overstep
emacing
defacing
the pond's complexion
and its inflexion
reflection
By George P. Lumayag
https://georgelumayag.weebly.com/
Spending oftentimes with friends on the virtual screen,
There the lives of young minds might be seen,
Such beauties are presented by MPEG or jpeg,
But sometimes, these are stolen and corrupted.
Breaking the rules and defacing the limit,
The things for public and for private,
Whether pictures, videos, papers, and artistic works,
These need purity through the hardest fix of screwdrivers.
To eye on purity is to wire up the human system,
And your conscious clicks are measured by a pure screen.
Then a wholesome desktop could be measured by a LAN tester,
And your genuine heart could properly maintain these things.
Bashing and defacing articulate less
when we are proficient to express
As a cygnet being assailed by a heron
we remain quite emotionally barren
We leave our nest never to return to it
aghast if we didn't could might be bit
Pursuing rations in the unknown colossal
hoping to be saved by an alarmed apostle
We'll grow to be a majestic radiant pawn
charge wherein uncharted territory dawn
Astute to achieve amplitude for to appease
while bodies bend to worthy on our knees
Passionately eternally
My emotions are compounded
I'm so friendly seeking the guidance of a mighty being
My reality my carnality
Passionately externally
Angels embracing
demons defacing
Smiles of a child
Being crushed and denied
Who will speak for the Lost
No matter the cost
I shall not be condemned
I don't need any friends
Jesus Is My Hope and Grace
Now I arrived in this space
Given Amazing Grace
Hallelujah, hallelujah again Amen
Eternally passionate
a loving Father God
5/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
The same people who demand I put that mask over my face
are the same ones who lift sieves from borders.
Inviting sludge +slag along with the gold.
The ones with no respect for law and order.
The same ones that demonize all police.
The same ones who close an ocean.
The same ones who claim they can stop rioting with a hug.
Broiling the soul of the country for optics and blood ratings.
The same ones that release violent inmates.
Into society to protect them from the flu.
The same ones that are defacing Honest Abe.
The same ones that use retirement homes
as halfway houses for rapists and drug addicts.
The same ones that rip toilets from their mansions,
to avoid paying taxes-all the while raising mine...
That's why you can bet your blue "regressive" behind
That my thumb will be turning red come November.
Why not make a real difference?
By mending broken down walls and fences.
Instead of defacing personal and business property.
Recognizing people and their business need the
freedom to operate them. A healthy and productive
economy, Complete with equal employment opportunities
Is beneficial to all of our countrymen and country women.
They feel they are being surrounded by walls
of hatred, and bigotry. Black people need to
have the responsibly of freedom. By respecting
the rights and privileges of all people, tribes
and tongues. Those of us who are white.
Realize the need for social justice and equality for
Black Americans.
Why not make a difference? Each in our own words,
and each in our own ways! Locking and closing down
our country. When your voices have been heard
is counter productive! The time has come to mend,
fences, walls and bridges not to tear them down!
We are all in this together. United we stand, but
divided we fall!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 02, 2020
There are those who are still waiting for the signs to tell them what to do.
There are those who will do the opposite of what the signs tell them to do.
There are those who don't understand what the signs want them to do.
There are those who think defacing the signs is the thing to do.
There are those who think sign collecting is the thing to do.
There are even those who think obeying the signs is the thing to do.
Me, I prefer to read the sign before I decide if that is the right thing to do.
As I don't intend to end up landing in a pile of poo.
Because I thought signs had the ability to know what the weather will do,
Or that those charged with putting them there always have clue enough to do,
By using a dictionary before they do what they do,
If they are unsure the words they have written will lead me to do,
What they think I need to do.
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