Let me hear the dawn of a new creation.
Let me pull back the sky and restart time.
Eternity without me left in darkness I am free.
Let me walk on fire for your entertainment.
Let me ride the clouds like I am not chained in the basement.
Eternity calls to me while the shadows of silence crushes me.
Look for a way to break away from deliverance.
Look for a way to exit their schemes.
Under sundering lights I am washed away by the font of a new creation.
Blood washing me clean like a calf freshly born.
Elevate me away from my prison away from the eyes of untold watchers.
Set me free for a new Dawn and dismember me before my day of reckoning.
They say they are waiting for a new education.
Heavy is the truth of this new generation.
Swallowed by the ocean my fire will never go out but it will melt the waters around me.
I am turning to ashes chained to a man waiting to go home to a place only seen in my dreams.
Welcome home to the land of broken dreams.
282.
No to Carnage!
Pray for the 1 facing slaughter
Whose blood they want to spill over
Whose flesh they want to spread everywhere
Whose bones they want to dismember
That they will be stopped by God up there!
-11/22/2014
(Dumarao)
*My Bloody Poems Collection
MIDTERMS NOVEMBER
TRUMP LIES. WE WILL REMEMBER.
WE WILL DISMEMBER
Cat three-tooth, cat stone-deaf, cat sidewinder walk,
Old Bealman stalked the croaking, the croaking,
with forepaws meek stroking
airs of a summer cool night.
Bealman, Bealman, Meow & Sealman,
Pacing, still racing, one two three man.
Bealman—frog fisher & free.
Delphinium, the roses, lupine interposes
a shadow of fortressed green leaf
disguises the notion my Bealman supposes—
to seize, dismember it through,
make self-concocted, dishering frog stew.
Bealman, Bealman, Meow & Sealman,
Pacing, still racing, one two three man.
Bealman—frog fisher & free.
Night hours accounting, morning’s surmounting,
a bird warning Bealman, his patience to thin.
Croaking still blending, a flower stalk was bending,
two legs, peaking out, sent Bealman straight in.
Bealman, Oh my Bealman, Meow & Sealman,
Pacing, still racing, one two three man.
Frog fisher & free.
I saw Bealman beaming; I saw Bealman beaming.
How cats manage beaming I’ll wonder again.
Since Bealman was twenty, any beaming is plenty.
I loved my old Bealman, my frog fisher friend.
Bealman, Bealman, my meow dear Sealman,
Frog fisher & free.
Oud— your signature musk I remember.
Warmth and grounded, tame and woody,
Steep memories of wishes I'll never gather—
Cold cruel sillage, bright woodland, yours.
If— I adorn your musk I dismember.
Heavy and cold, wild and leaded,
Cruel words define the sins you waver
Bright stinging scent, damp crumbled, yours.
I never asked to adorn the scent of your sins
Yet, I got a dream— it wasn't what I wanted.
— Tears, sobbing, salty and heavy.
Low, evil— distinctly you
Abandoned desires adrift in the void,
yet possess some life like dying ember
but if the heart be pure and unalloyed
and light of Self within, we remember,
doing nothing at all we dismember
lower vibrations in which we engaged,
which have been now by divine light upstaged.
pre-surgery
I have growth on my lower leg
which I bravely ignored till my wife
said I was smelling
It offended me, who showers every morning
I went to see my doctor, a woman in her
the sixties, she insisted on kissing me when I visit
as a result, I love her
Yes, it was a tumor surgery, the ninth of
Dismember
My doctor's name is Teresa, I knew a woman
in Curacao, she was lovely too, named Teresa
When I left her office, I noticed she
didn't kiss me, but said something about
iodine, changing the wound, putting on
a new clean bandage
Remember, remember the 5th of November.
The gunpowder plot, that was supposed to dismember.
A failed plot by Guy Fawkes to take down the Crown.
With his cache of explosives, to bring a government down.
Now a night of Thanksgiving as they foiled the plot.
While bonfires burn, with Fawkes effigy on top.
A celebration of fireworks, dance like stars in the night.
As we gather together with much joy and delight.
The bonfires are blazing with Guy Fawkes on display.
His effigy crackles as the flames dance and sway.
It's a tale from the past as they did apprehend.
As the effigy of Fawkes meets its fiery end.
So here's to the 5th, for its sparkle and sizzle.
A time for reflection as those fireworks fizzle.
It's a lesson from history that will never grow old.
As we give thanks, whilst we cherish the freedoms, we hold.
Is it nature or nurture
This Larry wants to know
As a genetic researcher
His life has taken a blow
Could he be related
To the beast of Whitechapel
Is his life ill-fated
Something which he must grapple
His ghostly grandparents say it’s true
As a researcher what can Larry do
The family gene he must eliminate
Is it genes or love or hate
Why did Jack do what he did
Was it desire or for a quid
Find out on the seventh of November
If he’s related to Jack, who liked to dismember
I hope you like it, cos it’s a gripper
Things you didn’t know in Rise of the Ripper.
On a cold wintry day of December
a praying owl with jewel eyes of ember
helps the stars in heaven dismember,
as the moon prays to remember.
All those macabre minds,
they dismember the world’s hope;
Manifesting ease,
forgetting it’s worth the fight;
Riot is evolution.
Hydraulic system, heart made of pistons
Every co-ordinated mechanical manoeuvre
My heart served to you on a platter, your hors d'oeuvre
I look into your eyes, a deplorable disguise
Retinas of glass, I see right through your lies
Figments of my imagination
Don't come and cause me more vexation
Circling my mind
Tormenting, suffering, sempiternal gyration
My nerve endings started with you
Now unaware to whom
Now that you're gone
I can finally take off this costume
Now isn't the time for salvation
I re-evaluate our amalgamation
Not even an antisocial personality disorder
Could sum up a source of order
Wander your favourite forest
Walk past me and get hit with my poignant odour
Uncover my carcass, I don't need a hearse
Just dump me in the Oder
Dismember me piece by piece
Put me back together however you'd like
The puzzle wont be beautiful
Something incomparable to Vandyke
You're the one I remember,
Whenever I am sombre:
Our group's unique member
Adored by a great number:
Our home town's full number...
You race to peaks, not clamber,
Reach goals fast after slumber
After beer: urine amber!
With your heel crushed a mamba...
One to watch from September
To Christmas' December
Which club would you dismember?
Not until a penumbra.
Justice for all, equal rights for everyone,
A world where no one is marginalized or shunned,
Where all are treated with respect and love,
A world where our differences are celebrated above.
No longer shall we discriminate,
Or allow prejudice to seal someone's fate,
We must stand together and fight for what is right,
To bring an end to hatred and unite.
Color, race, creed or gender,
Should never be a cause for dismember,
Our humanity and respect for each other,
Should always remain the constant hallmark of our culture.
We were all created equal and free,
And our basic human rights must be guaranteed,
The right to life, liberty, and equality,
Must be upheld, even in the face of adversity.
May our voices be heard,
As we speak out against injustice and world,
May we stand firm in our call for equality,
And build a world where love is the only reality.
A brand new life of pleasing exposition
Is what lays before you, adore it
Love the challenge to foster thy ambition
And be fruitful but never learn to quit
Bright blue is the colour of life
In trouble, courage should be bright
Never permit the blue when you are to laugh
Seasons are flexible, afraid not of fright
You are shown to destiny from afar
Don't wish to sit steering at its rear
For the share of flash has enough scar
Keep up the fight building a sole career
What's time? Can you remember?
Who dare drag it behind himself?
If no one can take turns to dismember,
Avoid coping with its aging strife
Later in the open, you will see
How young ever time truly is
Blue eyes tight drown some in sea
The strong cope to reach high at ease
Keep inking your mirrored story
Which you shall one day tell
Jokingly proud to snub sorry
And hide the part you dine in hell
Watch out the new life with interest
So keen not to have regret to live with
Thanks again for our aids you had abreast
Whereas, decision-wise, definitely you forthwith
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