The things I observes,
Become the observer and the observed
They become part of my personality
To the eyes of others,
I become the subject and the object
To them comes the subjective or the objective view
And as I see them too,
Any judgement comes from me I demote or promote.
God give
God get
God promote
God demote.
Knick-knacks, bottle caps, pop tabs, and acid
The reflux of my mind of many memories redacted
Connections don't elucidate the fuzzy things that happen
Only emphasize the vacuity of brains fried and flattened
I wouldn't deign to age another decade with this habit
But self-control's a feeble virtue in youthful years uncounted
Demote me to a lesser life where everything is vapid
My rancor for the world only grows as time elapses
I press on indulgently into the sugared gasses
The romance of it influence next generations addicts
For boys discover empathy and girls affirm their status
They haughtily plod to the tracks as the sully train passes
Words
Are all equal..
Dismissing the
Call to elevate some
Demote others..
Yet in dreamland
Separation enthralls
And frightens
As words are
Unleashed to
Trick and treat...
Afraid that a slip
May render me maimed
I’ll likely lose grip
Of all that I’ve tamed
I’ll wind up behind
With weights on my shoes
Handicapped and blind
There’s too much to lose
I’ll never get back
To being afloat
Once knocked off the track
I’m doomed to demote
I haven’t the strength
When I’m overwhelmed
To go to the length
And be homeward bound
I move in circles
Repeat and repeat
I look like a fool
With worn and sore feet
I fake normalcy
But know I’m a fraud
Hiding my crazy
Promoting my odd
He is more than idle,
Idleness his Idol;
A sloth without bridle,
Along sidewalks sidle …
Now begun to languish
And had been in Anguish;
You can guess: Empty Tank!
His heart this morning sank;
Why won’t it in basement
For a rump on pavement?
A human to demote
Or send to camps remote;
One I would never quote
Nor in election vote.
Luckily for the bereft
grieving through darkness alone
dawn is abundantly deft
at its medicinal tone.
When a new morning appears,
duty abruptly commands
focusing thoughts on careers
and some routinized demands.
During distressing ordeals,
structural chores are, of course
spokes on restorative wheels,
turning with rhythmical force . . .
Multiple labors assigned
(whether unique or mundane)
comfort the crestfallen mind
like an elixir for pain.
Physical efforts promote
pleasing endorphins to rise.
Mental endeavors demote
misery’s spirit and size.
Affable people abound,
sharing benevolent goals.
Meaningful purpose is found,
forged in incredible roles.
Muscular hearts can attest
circular time is renowned
for its centrifugal zest,
helping the lovelorn rebound!
E. V. Wyler
The joy you bring is of amplitude
You sing the joy to my heart
No melody is merrier than your words
For your words are the sweetest
No heart is so adjacent than yours
You touch me the deepest
And with each touch of your hand
I love you more and more everyday
You depose my life of sorrow
You bring out the best in me
And set my foot to the blessed way
Joyous heart lives in my soul
For you demote the pain in my heart
It love you gain for me, my sweetheart
And a special joy in my heart.
A goat in a suit
was appointed farm manager
in a potatoes farm he worked
He was always smart and sharp
when he harvested potatoes
half he ate, half he took as evidence
When asked how much potatoes
he took to market
he often replied;
“How can a smart goat in a suit
steal mere potatoes?
Open my stomach
and check to confirm
boil the meat and eat
if it tastes potatoes
then demote me
if it does not, then pay me
all potatoes in the farm
Instead of rising to the skies please demote to my heart
if you don't,my heart will fall apart when my heart was falling from the night
he found your hair so strong so bright he grabbed your shiny hair so tight
your hair became an abode for my heart he found delight from the light of your side
Now my only dilemma is;where are you,your hair and my heart.
Our lady who is first
Our lady Margret, she is so great
All over the world there be none like her
Among the many she stands the greatest
What a lady our Margret is.
Her silence speaketh volumes
Her poise shouteth wisdom
And when behold
Her mouth she openth
Wisdom rich and warm
Floweth freely from her heart.
And alas! What a heart!
Our lady has!
So big and to the brim filled with love
And her smile.. like the sun
Warms the land and all our hearts
And when she standeth
Beside the big big man
You can tell, on her strength
Heavily leaneth he
And there are so many rooms that house us all
In that big warm heart of hers
There’s room for kids
The kids and now to school they wear a shoe
And to the mothers: the clinics on wheels
Safe clean deliveries to promote
And the needless deaths to demote
Oh what a lady our Margret is!
And our love we pour in droves
To our lady who is first
And we love you.. Yes we do
And we pray that long you live
For to the least big love you give.
A kid is not a human child
But offspring of a goat
So why do you then call him so
And thus your son demote.
Kids are animals wild and free
That butt and kick and bite,
On second thoughts – I’ve met your son,
Perhaps in fact you’re right.
Partial character selection
to profile, define and judge
just to demote and reduce
Fairest and prettiest of all queens, you're never faithful to your king whose hands
barely touch your luscious lips that others secretly kiss;
and you meet them in an empty dungeon to satisfy your urges of lover,
not honoring those vows blessed by that priest who sprinkled Holy Water.
In the prime of your youth, you were given in marriage
for an exchange of great wealth by a father so greedy and heartless
who sought his interest, refusing to admit you were of a tender age;
and he brings his gifts to appease a king who won't demote his rank of prince.
Loyal maids know each secret and arrange your meetings with another knight,
keeping a watchful eye, and they would warn you if they heard footsteps;
naked and screaming, enjoying the ecstasy of lustful lover...wishing it would be night,
to forget the lack of everything: from sensual kisses to warm caresses.
Does guilt ever accuses your conscience of wrongdoing,? No, you seek revenge
by having continuous affairs with knights who have more sexual drive than an old king.
Driven
My inspiration lies,
Deep within my soul.
When it comes to surface,
Therein I seek my goal.
There’s no control I have,
For when I come to see
What it is I yearn for,
Completely controls me.
Determination sets in,
Burning passion cannot hide.
I cannot put out the flames,
For I let my feelings guide.
I’m told to lose my dreams,
But whose place is it to say,
That I can never make
A name for me someday.
They try to draw it from me,
As they diminish all my hope.
I say I’m unaffected, yet,
My self esteem do they demote.
Very few can understand,
What drives and lies within.
I could try to explain,
But wouldn’t know where to begin.
I do that which I love,
And it loves me in return.
The more I get to taste the sweet,
The more for it I yearn.
When I set my mind upon,
The goal that stands before,
There is no turning of my back,
I spread my wings and soar.
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