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My Abomination to Archdemon Mammon
Oh Archdemon Mammon, accept my abomination!
You who are crowned as “Lord of Greed”
I do not want the abuses you heed!
You covet for everything above your need
I do not need the excesses you feed!
You make yourself miserable & desperate indeed
I renounce such rich excretions of your filthy seed!
-07/09/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Demons Collection
LIFE REALITY
strikingly
clear
arrestingly
similar
yet
insignificant
coincidences
inclined
understandings
profound
thoughts
bring
solace
existentially
precarious
&
prosaic
intense
initiatives
exaggerating
exclusive
imitative
highlights
catalyising
personality
excesses
ORGANIC IMPRESSIONS-:-
ultimate
perceptive
longings
idealise
identity
into PIVOTAL FIGURES
stubbornly
fanciful
excesses
theatrically
sentimental
with ALLEGORIC EMPHASIS
strictly
defined
exampled
praised
inspiration
ARTISTIC EXPLOITS
enthusiastic
subtle
expressions
in
resurgence
revived
comfortable
concepts
sourced
aesthetic
achievements
in
imprecise
remnants
of
aspiring
legendary
patchwork
awareness
of
supposedly
anticipated
excesses
boldly
designated
The rose, Nature’s fragrant
Enchanter – inspiration of poets
Our preference for themes of romantic
Banter
Embracing her velvety flutes and
And silky arm swirls
Genuflecting servingly at her sacred
Scented altar
Is there more to be said of such
Endearing essence that has not
Already been amorously written
And gushingly read?
-------------------------------------
Perhaps highlight further
Her blood-like red -- rebleed years
Of greenless stems and deeply
Penetrating barbed thorns?
Or simply allow her to be
A manifest less complex rarity
Never linking her heavily to our own
Vein letting excesses and soul shredding
dooms
Affirm royally the Rose’s purpose, above all else
Simply to reside as another of Mother's perfect garden
Blooms --
Religious cooperative
When I do, as a liberal, I should defend Muslims and
their religion and the right to worship as they wish
Yet I think Islam is holding the people back as it is
too self - obsessed putting the absolute demands
of this subversion of this eastern religion that is
a comparatively new religion with elements of
Judaism and Christianity, yet Islam is, despite what
We have heard about the excesses of the fanatics, who
contrary to true Islamic thinking, spew hateful lies,
a peaceful religion as we see practised by
the Palestinians.
Both creeds, Christianity and Islam, reject the idea of
free from all sexual norms of Judaism, and before we are
dismissed of anti- Semitism, I still think we are right
It’s a truism that you get what you pay for
Or vote for or ultimately what you deserve…
But when we pay illegal immigrants
To stay in five star hotels with pre-paid debit cards
And the homeless to just hang out with food stamps,
Cash handouts and Obama phones
What do we expect will happen
But for the problem to grow!
And so we watch a nation crumble
Under the weight of its own excesses
Fueled by bleeding hearts,
With blood collected in taxes
And just poured into the streets
And down the drain.
Where does it end you wonder,
Wherever the sewer takes US.
(9/7/25)
A return to Normalcy
As night comes, all are at ease
We return to slumber
In the electric comfort
Of artificiality that is our lives
We revel in the false sense of our own
Modern conveniences
We forget the thin veil between
Our electric life, truth of nature’s brutality
Of our existence, we believe we are
Immune to the real world, harsher realities
Till only a loss of electric life or death, finite
Our comfort zone is rot, lost, and won
Something jars us back to reality
Of the world so frail
So it goes for everything n anyone
We are wrapped in ourselves
We are ignorant of the truth, in flesh
We hid in the comfort of our arrogance
We whitewash our history
We tell ourselves one thing
We miss direct our attention
With glamour, illusions, n media broadcasts
Peel back the thin layer of civility
See the bones of mortality
The flesh of humanity
The blood of our souls, vanity
We are primal and dangerous
Everything foretold, lost
We are comforted by our excesses
We fear what we cannot hold
And believe all we are sold
As we turn in for a much-needed reprieve
A needed night's rest, we are in our woolen
Wilds and slumber in our hypocrisy.
They pose with the austere stares of
Loving, friendly ghosts —tall, gaunt and lissome,
With big, rounded head.
Draped in weathered robes of care,
They are the only guardian spirits we see.
They have the calming power,
Where drunken machines run amok
Through broiling engine oils
And reckless crankshafts,
Spitting gas, and brittle axles.
Roads are unpredictable.
In winter they storm with the quiet rage of
Sods, dragging queens and whims . . .
Guide me, O limits of spirits!
Check my fattened excesses for fibrosis.
Darkness thickens —even by feast-time of the sun.
Why Poetry? she muses, sat in front
of paper, staring blankly, lifelessly
at her image.— and really…, who is she
to ask the page—in a manner so blunt—
to shoulder her excesses? such a stunt
surely exceeds the bounds of decency;
Soliciting a perfect effigy,
she risks paying her Muses high affront.—
Still, she dares,—and dares she bold and willing
to strike strokes of black ink upon the white
mirror challenging her to forgive—
And here goes flying, now there goes spilling
the blood of Artistry,—and Spite,—and Might,!
Why Poetry?—or, better yet, why live?
Trimming fat
off his soul
he searched
for the bone
With every
new slicing
his consciousness
honed
All waste in
the fire
to sizzle
and fry
Excesses
like smoke
rise forgotten
— incised
(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
Folks ask why
I chose Elon as my guy,
Smart and tough
Knows how to fight even when rough,
Let him loose
To put woke projects in the noose,
Cause a stir
For progressives to deter,
Stop the rot
That placed us all in this garotte.
Act with haste
Take a sledgehammer to the waste,
Clean up house
Never mind who first we douse,
Set the scene
For what will come not what has been,
Make us great
Stem the voices that insidiously berate,
Make us strong
Choose what's right and not what's clearly wrong,
Pull as one
Don't cheat and steal then simply run,
Trust in him
For the fate of all excesses will be grim,
Trust in me
See how great united we can be.
Pre- Juul time
The trees on the avenida have fairy lights
wrapped around their trunk
in the evening when the avenida is full of
slow-moving cars, people wanting to go
home from their offices in the center
they drum their fingers on the steering
wheel and wait for the traffic light to go
green, they might think it is beautiful
it is but
What's lacking is pristine snow. it is
a scene from a Hollywood movie about
Christmas; luckily, I have not seen snow
in Cascais. I think about the electric
bill it was high last year, perhaps more
this year, someone has to pay for the local
administration's excesses.
Quite by chance
I saw a single, small, white wildflower
amid a crush of grass and weeds
along the roadside, its presence crowded out
by seed heads and space hungry leaves
of species honed for survival.
This wildflower occupied an area
no larger than my little finger
and even then was bumped and bullied
by weedy neighbors. It fed
on the leftover light filtered down
through the tall grass.
I would like to think that in this sometimes
bleak universe there is a caring
and benevolent force that tries to preserve
such fragile beauty from the rampant
excesses of survival and greed, nudges
the odds to favor such a humble flower,
nurtures its seed.
Pay It Forward
Miracle Man
9/18/2024
Most days many scan their menu choices,
trying to decide on which choice of meat.
But across the world comes starving voices,
not opting for choice but something to eat.
From our abundance many willingly share,
*some from excesses so that others might see.
While many today may have scant, but care,
thinking, but for God’s grace that could be me.
*Matthew 6:4-6 KJV
That thine alms may be in secret: and thy Father which seeth in secret himself shall reward thee openly.
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