Have you ever seen the satanic snake?
A fierce cheetah hunting with no mistake
A bloodthirsty wolf in the black sheep's clothes
How would it be if you find all in close?
Richard the third, the most villainous Duke
Known as a treacherous and selfish kook
Holds the status of the Duke of Gloucester
A saboteur, schemes as an imposter
Possess an ugly build with a hunchback
Hides his flaws as a professional flack
Feels menial for his deformity
Handles things with extreme enormity
A power monger and it's very clear
Cares not even to kill his near and dear
Strategically waits for chance and grabs
With his honeyed words, he always backstabs
By hook or by crook, wants to seize the throne
Cheats Lady Anne with his convincing tone
Spreads rumours to showcase the heirs unfit
Executes those who thwart with his outwit
When the battle at Bosworth in full swing
Stanley takes a U-turn and quits the ring
Unhorsed Richard cries out losing the source
'A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse"
A ruthless tyrant with no repentance
For him, there isn't any moral sentence
The Bard's 'wicked uncle' gets the title role
Invites the crowds' interest on the whole
Easy targets are those being trampled on rights wise
least we forget where the truth stands voicing an opinion
take the structure of your argument cursing and name calling
it embarrasses righteousness to even speak in defence
Now search your soul for a few minutes addressing subject matter
moral deformity within society has taken a dark shade
nothing is impossible for you to see when push comes to shove
If one looks the right way around with a balanced view
identifying grave error surrounding values
many in this world today are complete frauds
Justice no longer exists to protect the innocent
instead it latches onto the guilty parties side
Three times today one individual roared in such vulgar language passing back and forward
whilst we prayed adding this soul to the list for conversion of heart
sad to see some people totally possessed and so abusive
Incessantly it trods and plods
perpetual the pendulum.
So long before the abbey bells
tolled and told of hours passing
before the ticks and tocks of clocks
or shadows crept with solstice gods
no one to worship at its start
that knew not of a perfect love.
The kindest heart left drowned in tears
and wrapped in gross deformity,
yet sheltered by cathedral walls
in disrepair as much as he.
'til Esmerelda's gentle hand,
he knew no love, just hate and scorn
and like the brand from tempered flame,
it's burning love that made him strong.
So like the edifice was he,
an ugly house that held God's love
and Quasimodo's lonely heart
who'd toll the bells that silence hears.
Then in the end he found her dead
and sacrificed his mortal life
to sleep with one who truly gave
the only love he'd ever known.
Interred, yet not forsaken souls,
whose bones became entangled vines
that turned to dust when first exposed,
then blew to heaven ~ found in time...
She had a face, a beautiful face,
With eyes as bright as the moonlight,
Ultimately leading her to a new light.
Her face grew hideous and weak,
Her attitude becoming dull, old, and bleak.
Her mere existence feeling like a bomb,
Her demeanor no longer old and calm.
Her echoes grew distant, foggy, and measly,
Her disconnection shattered me deeply.
He was a good, hardworking man,
Who ran the wrong side of the tracks.
The pain inside attacks,
Setting him toward a dark and twisted path.
Of blind confusion and conformity,
Becoming his ultimate deformity.
His blind disconnection,
Making my soul feel abnormally.
The two pass each other on the street,
Just a glare, they both let out a small flare.
The two walked on past each other,
Both completely unrecognizable.
My soul collapsed, praying for the new dawn,
Hoping this one would soon be gone.
“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking~
we attained God consciousness unblinking”
- UnseekingSeeker
I pledge myself to You
I sign this covenant
with the eyes of my heart open
step through the veil you rent
The logical mind cannot fathom
the love you feel for us
So believe we with our souls
the seat of love and trust
For all your mighty power
you do not see with the eye
without fovea, cone and rod,
without retina besides
To you we have no gender!
No color, race, or social class!
For “the last shall be first
and first shall be the last”
No deformity will challenge
your choice to know us and care
Nor the price we pay for clothing
we stand before you bare
The minds of men are unequal
to the task to comprehend
Yet with the soul, the heart
we can truly understand
We catch a tiny glimpse
when first our eyes behold
the gift of a child placed
in weary arms to hold
In the eyes of a bride
as her beloved husband to be
Swears his vows of love eternal
and fierce fidelity
So this covenant between us
of love and loyalty
I pledge not just with my mind
but with all I have in me.
Just getting started
Who left the lion free cos
God took away my sorrows
Now I bounce back
The love is obvious
The feeling is clear
My heart is open
Forward ever
My soul is willing
Their is no holiday for a poet
Everyday is an inspiration
The energy never mute
Either do my frequency die
One thing eternal is life
This is not a lie
So be alive yes live
This has always Been my message
I curse no soul except that against
Humanity
That against my right to exist and
Cohabitate as a proper human
The world is ment for all
Not for a few
So cast me not away so quickly
Cos no deformity can challenge nature
And this is the greatest remedy to
Our dear Mother Earth
I will keep wailing
I will never stop writing till
I rest my case.
You flip and flap like a flip flop
side with the side that is on top
but it’s ever changing like a tik tok
all you do is suck up like a lip lock
Always seeking out the route to glory
Being Right is the title of your story
never wrong as that shows you’re faulty
insecurities got you faking conformity
Warped perspective
and you’re a detective
reject subjective
progressive expert
no more exclusion
all out inclusion
we must collude in
now keep it cruising
it’s a new dawn
forget your choosing
we’re the same form
no more refusing
remove the stain
but I’m refusing
and I do warn
you won’t convert me
into this ordinary
lame deformity
worded normally
uniformly
as if numb is what I’d become
a uni one on a mono run
because god has made me
awkward baby
maybe crazy
but the brain ain’t lazy
abomination
no regulation
no rules were placed upon my creation
I’m free to speak
I’m weird unique
I’m beautiful
you’re miserable
Woke liberal
I at times in moment of quiet reflection consider it unfortunate the scars so deeply carved across my heart and soul which take on no outward appearance, for though wounded there is no evidence to the world of these pains which have been suffered. Pains of loss, born through the awakening from flowered dreams of innocence and lies of eternal bliss.
The question drifts through my searching mind as lone cloud in an otherwise empty sky:
“Is it best this scar be concealed under the vail of summer cap or perhaps winter cloak ....?”
Though the damage real and infirmity limiting there is no outward sign to others this suffering which is mine. No walk of altered gait, no deformity, no call of recognition which might bring moment of understanding and therefore mercy from those who would see it in their passing.
But the scars of a broken heart do not call out making themselves apparent..... and the world takes no heed of that which cannot be seen through blind eyes.
Bless my existence
Bless my days my friends
Cos I will keep on moving
I will never stop writing
Either will I stop the songs of my soul
I once said I can't run away from myself
And this is never a lie
Here I am again with my personality
I can't be another one else but me
support my life if you love humanity
Be a good blessings to my soul
If you are with love
So if I ever touched your soul
Bless my days my friends
Cos all we need is love
Bless my existence
Be a blessing to me my friends
We can't make life shorter than supposed
No wonder my pen always bleeds
It always create the act of humanity
It can't stop singing to a dying world
What else are we living for
So bless my days my friends
I will always sing for the love of the world
I will always call for peace
I will always write the chronicles of reality
And I will never give in to vanity
Till the last breathe of nature get involve
In My domain
So never be my deformity bro
But be a blessing to my kind
Cos life is nothing but love my friends
Does Nox hold sway where you sit or lay,
or stand blanketed in deep fog's clime?
Where perfectly proportioned physical deformity holds
in substantive and coddled awe' sublime.
Shrouded in shot from fusil's beautiful dark pall,
far from heredity's nameless and shameless hall.
We walked as friends, along a stoney ledge
talking of women and lofty soul's reprisal'd pledge.
Wore separate clothes, to separate mothers
we cling'd,
free of our father's shadow at last.
Yet in time..
if your beliefs differ from mine
will you still call me brother?
We are so few since wreck and ruin,
should hate ever.,
take us away one another.
I'd never turn against, you have my word,
no matter the seizur'd absence of mind.
For it held strong our promised bond,
and for it,
prefer neck to the sword.
No crowning achievement in sorrows my truth,
faithful friendship strong as any belief,
more than life it's a simple us I hold to.,
for w'out us there'd be no more we.
He is deformed but she doesn't care in the least.
When it comes to them, it's beauty and the beast.
Everybody calls him a monster and it's so unfair.
He doesn't even look human but she doesn't care.
People hate him because he's different and it's a shame.
Everybody is frightened of him and they curse his name.
But he is the love of his girlfriend's life.
She wants to find a preacher who will agree to marry them because she wants to be his wife.
He is deformed but he is a wonderful person on the inside.
She sees past his deformity and she intends to be his bride.
She can see what everybody else should've seen from the start.
Outer beauty is unimportant, what matters is what's in the heart.
Dear Mommy and Daddy, where did you go?
Why didn’t you take me home after I was born?
Was it because the doctor said that I’d be slow?
Or was it because you saw that I was deformed?
I was so excited that the day had finally come
To see you both in person and in the flesh.
But, now I lay here feeling heartbroke and lonesome.
After nine months of waiting, I can’t believe you left.
You waited for less than a year for me to arrive.
I waited in the dark for my entire life.
From the day that I was conceived, I felt so alive.
But, discarding me cut my heart like a knife.
I graduated top of my class and got my degree.
I have a loving family and a wonderful life.
I have not been hindered once by my deformity,
And I own my own business with my loving wife.
So, you see, Mommy and Daddy, I turned out alright.
This whole story is what my life ahead can be.
Here I come, into the unknown world of light.
Please, Mommy and Daddy, don’t ever give up on me.
How are you my pet?
Have all you need?
Are you all set?
Have all your wants and needs met?
Good, now it’s time to pay
With your vote for me today
Prove your loyalty and appreciation
To further our political masturbation
Of you my obedient pet
Just obey
And please don’t fret
We need your mindless conformity
As we employ our brand of deformity
Time to keep quiet and do as your told
As we bring you to heel
If I may be so bold
It’s the same story
That’s old and retold
We prey
You obey
And fit the mold
Of soulless servitude
To the heartless and cold
Surprise, surprise
Your existence has sold
To the lowest bidder
Is what I’m told
Now come my pet
And submit to the F. O. L. D.
(Follow Our Logic Deviant)
Eric (and sometimes not)
Sarah Biffen *born with phocomelia
painted a portrait of Queen Victoria
Overcoming her deformity with guile
her miniatures illustrate her style
*http://www.artnet.com/artists/sarah-biffin/
Nobody owns anything,
but there are those who want to be
owners of everything...
Have employees and they conceive
they are slaves...
He who has a wife and children,
intends of their lives
be a proprietor. ..
People of that deformity clutters
human progress... !
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