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The seed planted in frozen earth now grows,
through storms and time, its tender stems arose.
Once choked by thorns, stubborn, toward light it goes,
No pleas for light—it takes what sun bestows.
The moth unfurls from silk it once outgrows,
the river carves the rock, no hammer slows.
Wounds I wore now bloom in the vein I chose,
old meanings dissolve where deeper Knowing flows.
Stars fade as night gives way to dawn’s quiet repose~
my former self decays, unmourns, and does expose
my ego, that internal script that age and turbulence depose.
soul reshaped—my life is now stunning prose.
O my life! What a beautiful disaster it has become!
For the doses of my sunny days and starry nights grew numb,
And the sweet caress of my existence has partly succumbed.
It paralyzed me—as though my foresight had been overcome
By whispers creeping into my mind like an intruder's hum.
If I could depose the noisy image of my tomorrow,
Would it bring me silent war or peace amid the undertow?
How could I unfetter the finitude of my own window?
For my soul could barely perceive the playful tongue of a foe,
Or a friend's delightful persona behind an ugly show.
Yet I lament that the world has made its own foolish nickname
When filtered righteousness and glamorous deceit have enflamed.
On whom should I lean when moral transgressions take on their name?
Or should I wish to fly to the Heavens far from where I came?
For illusions seem true—and truth can be an elusive game.
Deny the whispers that snake through the cracks,
their weight too heavy, their truth too raw.
Shield your soul with veils of silence,
words wrapped in shadows, never fully formed.
Defend the fortress you built in haste,
each brick laid with trembling hands,
each wall painted with promises unkept.
Stand your ground against the tidal doubt,
even as the waves carve their mark.
Dispose of the echoes that linger too long,
discard the shards of battles once fought.
Let the ruins crumble into forgotten dust,
for in their absence, a seed takes root.
MANIFESTO
Three words inscribed on a bullet
Finger on a trigger ready to pull it
This system that does not concede
Free healthcare at the point of need
Or each citizen having their own say
Then they express in their own way
It’s politically influential Big Pharma
That have a different kind of karma
Money not blood, is the circulation
Feeding each medical organisation
Donations keeps it just the way it is
Even when retribution begins to fizz
With certainties like death and taxes
Just where now indeed is that evil axis
Industries may be considered corrupt
As insurance fees are simply upped
What does it really take to lift the lid
Pushing the poor down the pyramid
Social medicine is seen as communist
The truth is diverted and then missed
It’s not capitalism in everyone’s sights
Or choosing to distort human rights
But money makes the world go round
Despite extortion often being found
Yet murder cannot justify a murder
Even in a kind of government purdah
A message has been sent, to be sure
Remember ‘Sicko’ by Michael Moore
And now the sense of injustice grows
From the words, Deny Defend Depose
WITHOUT A CONSCIENCE
Are we without godly conscience...
if I'm not mistaken,
Another human life
was tragically taken.
There's no justice in murder,
not even karma so cruel,
For a death sentence decided,
without a judge's rule.
Yes, we've been oppressed
A murderer became obsessed
by the system's"Deny, Defend, and Depose,"
Let not our anger be displaced,
our right for justice erased.
though from our afflictions a killer arose
Let not a single satisfaction
from just one man's appease,
Become a viral infection
of his vicious disease.
Without conscience he pulled a trigger,
so callously cold,
Let not this kind of evil
be the removal of our souls.
From compose, comes composition
From suppose, supposition
From depose, deposition
From dispose, disposition
From oppose, opposition
From repose, reposition
From propose …
As i sit back in tranquility ,
I travel in a lane of boulevard,
One memory always strike my Psyche,
A girl crying 'coz of the world,
Veiling her pain behind her smiley.
I worked hard to change her,
To make her get up and oppose,
Against all of them humiliate her,
And always wanted to depose,
Then she made her mind to fight.
Her attitude was very different then,
So that no one dares to question her again,
She worked hard to come out from those beasts,
Who humiliated her like a devil,
Keeping stone on her heart once again she took up her pen.
Then she began to write,
No doubt she was the best poet of the town ,
then the beast greeted her with a pleasant smile without any fight,
She got the world's best crown,
The crown of happiness and successful life.
Russia valiantly fights 'a war of defense'
against Ukraine which 'has given offense'
Can Russia depose 'the Nazi, Zelensky?'
to end Ukraine's 'genocide of slaughtering Russenkis?' (aka Russians)
Russia's 'defense of her people' is understandable
But are NATO's policies all-so-commendable?
NATO says 'Nyet' to to No-fly Zones -- 'too provocative'
~ Russia laughs at such 'justifications' for her to use her prerogative
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Russia bombs a maternity hospital and a nuclear reactor; levels whole
towns; shells civilian apartment complexes indiscriminately -- and NATO
can't OK a 'No-Fly-Zone' -- a DEFENSIVE tactic! -- to stop it?!!! For the
sake of humanity, when will Western leaders find the courage to FIGHT
this second coming of the murderous liar, Hitler?!!!!
At last, when my soul shall find its rest,
And I shall relish those days of consolation
When someone says I have met the test
I am worthy of my well-earned station,
I’ll sigh, well, I escaped hell and damnation.
Of course, I never expected such a fate
To be cast down for living the life I chose,
Considering Father kept the pearly gates
And saw fit, to my benefit, never to disclose
All the unsavory things I chose not to depose.
Not that I am unlike most fellows I know
Who even at their best occasionally strayed,
And, like me, in their younger days, though,
Were not so squeaky clean as they portrayed,
Whose best sides all were a tiny bit frayed.
Written February 6, 2022
Pure Magic
Rain laden storm clouds nurture mangroves
Inside man or beast live symbiotic microbes
Deceptions entraps the devout and fanatical
Believers defy agnostics depose the rational
Invisible waves illuminate dark cosmic space
Migrating essences and agelessness embrace
Life harboring galaxies astoundingly hypnotic
The universe is a manifestation of pure magic
Penned: 11/11/13
3:43 a.m.
Aboard cruise ship: Splendour Of the Seas
Stir the soup, please
Don't stir it up
A poet's task is to compose ~
A commentator's is not to depose
"The unwavering human desire for perpetuity"
--by poet--
Hunger For Life
Desperation reason with destiny to depose inevitability and find utopian coast
Longevity is not an impervious spiritual armor weakened by an invasive ghost
Inculcated within thoughts are prognostications of inexorable advancing years
Endeavors defying the rules of gravity regrettably culminate in shedding tears
Polar winds menace leaves steadfastly clinging on as tainted skies appear dim
Beyond freezing horizons anonymous newly departed faces wander in tandem
Grey whales returned and blizzards withdrew except old towns are in disarray
Hunger for life contesting dreadfulness anticipate the dissolution of a blue day
11/02/2014
1:46 a.m.
Aboard cruise liner:
Splendour Of The Seas
We go to war
to acquire more
Land
We go to war
to protect our investment
the Oil 'neat the sand
We go to war
to depose your 'evil leader'
strike up the band
We go to war
because we're right and you're wrong
about internet broadband
We go to war
because your country is corrupt, impure
as your dark-colored hands...
So, many will die
wives and mothers will cry
the world will shrug and sigh
commentators will ask Why...
Whatever the reason
There's no way to 'ease in'
So many will die ~
Can't war just be banned
Be careful with words you intone,
because words have lives of their own.
Words overblown, relayed on the phone,
words in harsh tones that jolt, stun and depose,
and shock us with what they disclose.
I took health for granted,
my youth like a rose
To bloom in the present,
till thorns would depose
Attacking my body,
invading my mind
The sleep I’d grown used to,
much harder to find
Not a cold or a fever
for so many a year
No matter the weather,
with nothing to fear
But time is recalling
its card worn and thin
Infirmity threatens
—death budding within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
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