DOSAGES AND PROCEDURES
We should not hepatize
the situation...
We should not sulfatize
in vain...
We cannot intoxicate
the reality...
The truth, however
poisonous whatever,
is therapeutics ...
The lie, yes clog
veins and thoughts ...
Pain and exaltation
are not synonymous and
if one can be a cure,
the other does not serve
as therapy ...
Let's do more anamnesis
of our mistakes and successes,
suture and cauterize
the wounds, the inconsistencies ...
Prescribe the elixir
of resilience and the serum
ethereal hope,
and we sipped the love
drop by drop to
make sure
of cure... !
Categories:
dosages, allegory, allusion, literature, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Facts now have alternatives to fortify an elite’s status
Truth has lost its authority
Principles abandoned as minds become amorous to like-minds
Intellectual treachery
Corporations have frozen the status quo
Arrested ideology
Anti-capitalism is pretentious and treasonous
Distrust the politics, kill the new entry
Religion is a sanctuary of poverty walled by tyrants
Machiavellian weaponry
A cloaked politician claims anointment from God
Blind flock in an amen chantry
Jesus misunderstood for good for life is good
Yield to Caesar with slavery
Every system wants a piece of your livelihood
Patriotic puppetry
They invade privacy with dosages of conformism
Online artillery
I am an armoured guerilla in a humanism suicide vest
Blowing up the system
Categories:
dosages, africa, america, humanity, identity,
Form: Free verse
Twinkling of eyes ~ the Secret of BEAUTY ~ give "Daily dosages of Smiles"
Categories:
dosages, health, life, smile,
Form: Monoku
I woke up this morning
The bathroom gets approached
Too tired I lay back on my pillow
Finally the last alarm goes off
Time for me to get up and start
After the bathroom head downstairs
To the drawer full of medications
Take the dosages they prescribed
For the next hour deal with all the affects and effects
Try to muster up energy to make it through the day
Feeling sick to my stomach how much more can I handle
All this suffering feeling stuck
I will make it through this day full of paths of quick sand
Keep my head up until the day turns to night
No exact method or plan to make it through the next day
I lay my head back on my pillow again. -TA
Categories:
dosages, anxiety, day, drug, encouraging,
Form: Free verse
You can’t see the reality outside the window
This window a phase or cruise on your inept life
Caring smiles, or destructive words, Its all the same.
Its all similar in dosages that seem mute and vile
Can happiness be touched just right out of the blue?
Can rage be as so definitive as a broken mirror moment!?
Out the door is a life where you think you don’t belong
Abandonment was never in your order anyways
Can control really be so possible if your down, up, and sideways?
Take a moment, perhaps an answer will come in the form of a smile one minute and tears in
the next.
Categories:
dosages, angst, confusion, depression, happiness,
Form: I do not know?
Parched lips sealed with frowns,
Words locked tightly
Force emotions down.
Taught lips clench sadness and hurt
grins painted on as lipstick,
Replace sinful dirt.
Sealed laughter battles intimate grief,
Sealed lips capture inner most beliefs.
Tenderly , by Jesus, lips are unsealed.
Through his blood, sinful bodies healed.
Dosages of affections
fed and nursed,
Joy effortlessly grows,
Godliness is unrehearsed.
Smiles open lips,
From angels above,
Unsealed lips sing praise
Worship the Book of love.
Categories:
dosages, devotion, faith, hope, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
I am ToXiC
I make guys eyes wander
I don't do it on purpose
I just have a highly addictive
Almost primitive innate sex appeal
I give away my ToXiC dosages in small amounts
Yet boys. Oh these boys. They get high off little drops.
I make them exceed the limits
Have them looking even
when their girl friends are around
It's not my fault
That's just how it goes down
I am ToXiC
To the male chromosome
They develop this need for me
like a baby
freshly out the womb
Waiting to suck a tit
They eye me
In the back of their minds
thinking about the time and place
But never once have I given in to these suggestions
Maybe this is why no guy chooses to wife me
Is my beauty really a curse?
Am I ToXiC to myself?
Do they really see me as worth the time
Once I tell them I am not some hoe
I am simply a dime piece
Waiting to be held
I don't understand
Where am I going wrong?
Categories:
dosages, life, love, me, me,
Form: Free verse