…to invoke solely the weaker arguments and yet triumph
is a talent worth more than a hundred thousand drachmae.
~ Aristophanes, Clouds
Despite the velvet rhetoric and carefully coated
Evasion of the simple truth (what is truth)-
Man’s heart is desperately wicked
And deceitful above all things -
Guile is the blueprint of his tongue
Often spoken softly so we lean in
Grasping to hear the whispered promises of his words
Until whispers evolve into the roar of tyranny
Enslaving both the unwary and not.
Dark brown eyes enslaving my soul
Always on alert and patrol
His kind heart always on show
He’s not a boy that goes with the flow
He loves his life to be regimented
Nothing a guess but predicted
His belly rumbles at the same time
Knows what tricks to play to get his dime
He is sweet and caring to all he meets
A special boy who manipulates for treats
He knows how to give a cuddle
And how to dive in a muddy puddle
He shows warmth and kindness
Loyal and life’s brightness
And he is one of three
One of the three best dogs in the world, you don’t have to agree
Extricating himself from the stench
Of malfeasance and saturnine flirt
And letting go of fleeting grasps that hurt,
He gulps galls that all atrocities quench.
Her trapping snares and claws of death
Capture and enslave with biting clasps,
And he tearfully tries with groaning gasps
To flee from this enslaving dragon breath.
And now time has flown to decades two
And he hasn’t yet disentangled himself
From this deathless devilish amorous elf
That coils round his glittering jewels true.
Welcome to Sapele, a small city
In Delta State, Nigeria to be precise
The land of rubber, timber, oil and gas
The land of tourism
Once the most peaceful city, now terrifying
Once resourceful, now lacking and slacking.
No infrastructure, but so many hotels
Girls reside just like hostels
For prostitution
A city filled with corruption
Boys carrying out atrocity
Because of instability
Disrupting the city, causing insecurity
Just to live impressively
So many graduates without occupation
Poverty is the mother of crimes.
Camouflage everywhere
Trying to prove them competence
Over evidence
Beating and harassing
Whosoever don't go their way
But they've never apprehended a criminal
Steadily oppressing and collecting bribes
Just to feed and defend their tribes
Now you see a black man
Enslaving another black man
Just to feel superior over the minors.
They fed us lies in golden wrappers,
Salted dreams, sugared chains.
A kingdom of flavors,
Ruling the tongue, enslaving the soul.
The streets smell of comfort,
But comfort is a coffin.
Fast hands, fast bites,
Slow deaths in shining lights.
They called it progress —
Processed, packaged, poisoned.
The wheat no longer breathes,
The corn no longer knows the sun.
Scientists play God in white coats,
Mixing genes with greed.
Seeds owned by kings unseen,
Farmers kneel to patents, not to rain.
Children smile with candy-stained lips,
While angels weep in the soil.
Our hunger is manufactured,
Our cravings designed in labs.
What we eat now eats us —
Silently, sweetly, efficiently.
The body weakens, the spirit dims,
And the Devil counts his profits.
Eat, they say,
But forget who’s feeding you.
The banquet of mankind
Has become his own funeral feast.
Green woods
Barefoot I walk
Chalk half broken
Unspoken yearnings
Earrings from the caves
Waves from the Tigris
Enslaving existence
Distances chopped
Pearl drops
________
July 2, 2025
The self-obsessive free-will seemingly dormant,
envelopes the possessed mind with an illusory veil,
obscures the ordained destination God decides,
l need to reach, for I’m subservient of His will.
The unseen glow of the omnipresent light
floods my possessed essence, but I don’t perceive,
for I formulate the free-rule tenets enslaving the ego
in the realm of fantasized self-deception.
The stain of murky disdain blemishes the spirit,
as I traverse the slimy ground of cardinal indulgence.
Life is stifled by the corrupt clutch hidden within,
in penitence I feel the pernicious pangs of pain.
I travel unshackled out of the dark abyss of anguish,
on the inward journey through layers of consciousness,
perceive in the soul the shine of the spiritual crystal,
radiating in the inner sanctum with divine bliss.
Within the deep space of my godly awareness,
my soul sparkles with the brilliance of sacred sapphire.
In my self-searching odyssey at the edge of eternity
the luster of devout acuity turns me into a living gem.
the thought that we are separate
is simply what’s called the ego
pursuing its own well-being
attachments afraid to let go
this false identity serves us
to navigate this harsh terrain
but somewhere the soul’s script is lost
and then life is felt as a strain
there then are two of us in here
one the ego, other the soul
love is the pulse that determines
what path we should take to feel whole
karma, law of cause and effect
arises from ego’s craving
whilst if we but choose to be still
soul’s free from desires enslaving
love alone resolves all conflicts
so it’s really up to us
to succumb to lust or to rise
by getting aboard God’s bliss bus
when ego acts karma rebounds
as fate birthed by seeds we did sow
being but our brothers calling
to repay debts of love we owe
Far above the reaches of my mind
A mystery enslaves my thoughts
Entitling a Spector Visual Spectrum (SVS)
Scoping all enterprises of my mind
Enslaving a rainbow arc
Captures in visual power
Catching the historical recesses
Memorable times of speculating
Reaches the final the cranium sought
Still trying to catch up what's taught
My mind settles on the present
recycling and referring to the past
Imagining what flew back
Subtly remembering it at last
Still centered on Rainbow Vision of my mind.
POWER enamered me, but the fear of Caesar tainted me.
I was not willing to risk the loss of my position.
LEADERSHIP is both liberating and enslaving.
AUTHORITY has boundaries and limitations.
THE opportunity to accept and believe is NOW.
ETERNAL life through The Christ of Calvary's cross.
none of your thick walls
can succeed enslaving me ~
I'm an idea
Against the fury of fire, water and sky,
under lightening, thunder and the pouring rain,
I danced with body glowing with rage so high,
the dance of my life, dance to show my deepest pain!
my eyes radiant like the orbs of burning coal,
hair in long locks shook like boats in a stormy sea,
muscles rippled and flew like horses to their goal,
restless mind sought existence, to be free, be me.
the ground bore marks of my feet tapping in anger,
I was breaking with bare hands many chains that bind,
chains that had kept me captive since I was younger,
denying justice, love and enslaving my mind.
free I was born, free I shall live, in freedom death!
give me my space to live, and to die underneath!
The self-obsessive free-will ever seemingly dormant,
envelopes the mind with an illusory veil transient,
obscures the decreed destination God ordains,
l need to reach, for I should submissively at His will.
The camouflaged glow of the omnipresent light
floods my possessed quintessence, but I don’t discern,
for I formulate the free-rule tenets enslaving the ego
in the revered realm of fantasized self-deception.
I travel unshackled out of the dark abyss of despair,
on inward journey through the layers of awareness,
perceive in the soul the shimmer of the divine beacon,
lighting up the lane leading to the abode of bliss.
When the ill-conceived endeavor of the migrant mind
finds the dead end dark in the introspective pensive path,
the prime portal of the innate consciousness opens,
where the essence blooms permeated by divine light.
My soul shines with astral radiance in the space within
with the flaring brilliance of thousand suns,
in my self-searching odyssey at the edge of eternity
I’m illumined by heavenly galaxy in the inner sanctum.
With factories and private jets, the elite
produces 100, 000 times more carbon
than you or I. (It has gone up to .04 from .03 ppm.
Yet, we are the ones lectured in scare, tactic.
Tell me something. Do you see the Davosites
eating bugs and car-pooling?
Do you see them eating filet mignon and travelling
in a style harmful to the Planet?
Extravagance is not conservation.
It is the opposite.
They are enslaving you with pretty notions
and hypocrisy.
"Israel will be compassed about with armies"
...Iran, Turkey, Sudan, Russia, Lebanon, Syria...
Psalms 83, Ezekial 38.
"Wonder what is on tv tonight?"
(and you haven't even flipped through the Bible
to see if it was prophesied)C
(I know it's not as riveting as a cookoff or American Idols.)
One third of the population will perish from their coming war and deeds. That is 2.6 BILLION WITH A "B"
AL...
All... picks out a variety.
Like roses, plucked.
He chooses a fat one.
He chooses an unwilling one, a willing one.
How did she get to...?
As long as we are enslaving objects for eternity.
Oh, well. Let's get some red ones, so fiery so
delicate.
The yellow ones will do what you want,
I will take a dozen, oo she thorned my hand.
You cannot do that this is not Hell masquerading as Heaven.
Or the Devil masquerading as God !
Oh, well. Let's get a dozen black ones ...
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