“Praise the Lord, and pass the ammunition”
The Jihadist have one thing right...
One does not die, but lives always:
one's immortal body, the spirit of his
predilections. What they have wrong is,
no virgins and banquets...only the
continued fires of hell....
And we others, the so called
moral righteous, protect the body, as if
it were not a temporary abode, and the earth
no battlefield, though jointly created,
by friend and foe,
outside the roses exhibiting
moral depravities indignant of our shared
anemia – 1 percent proof, when it comes
to Spiritual development –
Like it or not:
No one gets
to true paradise
before
everyone else.
Categories:
depravities, christian, introspection, meaningful, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
Come my beloved
rest long within
the ethereal reaches
of my haven
within my sanctuary
rest your wickedly disconsolate
mind and so lay in repose
absolve yourself in shadows
cast for you
renew yourself in
the mist of my creation.
Crush me with your suffering
and your broken dreams
and your histories and your
deadliest deceptions
those cunning slayers of
all your hopes
so as I cast spells from
my dying contemplations
my terrible meditations
far West
I can obliterate them
annihilate their affect
vanquish their theme.
Envelope me in your angst
in your sorrow and your grief
as I lay dying
behind black embers
buried in the debris
of my decaying magic
ignite my cold conjurings
into vivid imaginations
into vibrant vagrancies
impress upon me
your utter depravities!
Suffocate me with
your inglorious sufferings
that I might ever
fixate on them
ruminate their demise
fashion my incantations
while I sleep
in the furthest
reaches of my
dread desolate world
while I sleep
in my secret realm
that ancient city
forged from mystic sands
which drift far and wide
far beyond the sphere of
creations glorious cosmos.
Categories:
depravities, love, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Tides will lecture us, obtrusively, to our faces,
& it's moments like these we unearth
probity in outlooks and lookouts
to crack the skulls of coconuts. some lives
have small windows, & we, like hounds, look
out & bayed full moons, through panes. & pain,
bringing the high to where the last line
is breathed and we are plumbed. & this
takes fix after fix, to cultivate depravities,
gifts & slumlords, spitting from penitentiaries
the rats & their humans. I saw a few.
This is the kind of stools we sit on
when there is more than blood in our veins
Sometimes guitars sing to us, but the lines ...
are flat, shattered lives. In death,
there's no dreaming, just dumb sleep
Categories:
depravities, addiction, angst, dream, drug,
Form: Narrative
Disturbed
Deformed and sickened
Twisted mind
Lost to darkness
Lost to sanity
Voices constantly telling me
To do that
Which I do not want to do
I feel lost
In my own mind
A prisoner
To my own
Twisted conscience
Hatred guides me
All I want
Is darkness
To be alone
Finding nothing in this life
Worth hoping for
Dreams are not but nightmares
Nightmares are not but savage
Sickened depravities
Death is what I know
Following me
Constantly
A shadow
That darkens my path
Blood is the payment for life
Death is the payment
For living
Alone in this world
Alone in my own mind
Darkness falls
Categories:
depravities, anger,
Form: Free verse
Those in glass houses
shall never throw stones or run
naked at daytime
*I must give thanks to my friend B.B. for inspiring me to provide you with the PG description of his depravities
Categories:
depravities, dedication, funny, happiness, introspection,
Form: Haiku
Time’s masters, tamers of Nature;
Hunters upon deserts and rocky plains;
Enemies of failure and all the detractors of human stature;
United States; a united people;
Novelties of age but veterans of success,
Inclined to abolish depravities that cripple
The sons of men who with faith profess
Extra-precious abilities of mankind
Denied by the tyrants of ages behind.
Solemn fighters against the recalcitrant norms,
That have separated brother from brother
And maimed the fraternal warmth in homes.
Terrible storms you’ve braved;
Extensive are your boundaries,
So numerous are the paths you’ve paved.
Over division unity of all you’ve chosen;
Fallen are the fetters that bound so often.
America the land of bounty,
Millions are your citizens;
Ever filled with patriotism true and loyalty lofty.
Rich in glory and full of fame,
Invincible on both land and sea; of an indelible name;
Caring for the lame and mindful of the old,
Advanced in civilization; unmatched in silver and gold!
(I dedicate this composition to the dignified people of the United States of America)
Categories:
depravities, dedication
Form: Epic
They came across the still blue waters
Killed our Braves, Raped our Daughters
Slaughtered our food,just for the HIDE
Indian's world and white man's Collide
Under the full MOON "Chief Koakki" Cried
They scar and mar the Southwest Plains
Pollute our rivers,while damming the Rains
Keep us on reservations with unfettered chains
Soldiers : guarding with rifles to keep us inside
Under the full MOON "Chief Koakki" Sighed
Treaties,Promises,Speeches with forked tongue
Teaching these ungodly depravities to our Young
The stately NATIVE AMERICANS go UNSUNG
Their History,Heritage,in my heart ALWAYS Abide
Under the full MOON "Chief Koakki" Died
Categories:
depravities, history, native american, sadmoon,
Form: Rhyme
The depravities in his bitter hollowed heart would shake the soul of a many
valiant men,
The masked horrors and hidden pleasures entice the rawness that youth brings,
Beware children can't you see your playing in the devil's den,
the appearance of a jolly fellow as he dances and he sings,
then when he has got you trapped like the prey of a vulture
then that's when you know
that your new acquaintance is the man below,
not a moment before he strikes will it be clear he is the villain,
for in his veins flows blood of ice which cannot compare to the coldest reptilian,
hands of fire and a breath of brimstone,
his touch so severe it will remain after you are old and grown,
Beware children you could playing in the devil's den,
and for you that could very well mean the end
Categories:
depravities, angst, caregiving, confusion, social,
Form: Ottava rima