To think.
To see, to understand.
To speak, to say what you think!
Be careful.
Be mindful of the thoughts.
Be mindful of the words.
Be careful with the voice.
It’s real to think.
It’s real to understand.
It’s real to speak.
It’s real but…
The system will stay the system.
The rich will stay the rich.
The poor will stay the poor.
Expendable. Expected.
Excommunicated.
Extreme. Excoriate.
Exemplify. Expose.
Extinguish. Expel.
Exclude. Exterminate…
A language rich in words for silencing, yet poor in words for loving.
Its not what you see..Always..Who can see always anyway.? Well I know.' I know
Silly question Father.' It was re...Oh you knew..' Anyway I..? No cause in reality me
Its not..Now say for instance i was
talking
On the phone no visuals..And i say you are a
Christian..And the answer comes no i
Am a muslim..? Now what can i do? if it was
Not ' my word?' I have to consider carefully, i cannot, never exclude God
He is inside me.' I must persevere in these
Earthly shoes.)
In idle, I am prone to the unintentional siren
yet with obligation, I can pretentiously delude
concealing the apprehension... and the desire
Remarkably discernible from a mere moment glimpse
in her ivory mask with tinges of light rose
looming unmistakably regardless how afar
Yet, I keep my distance; becoming too nervous
propinquity may induce "Untamed Attraction"
in defiance of the restraint that I impose
Amongst the mundane, I unwillingly exclude
in fear of displacing the facade over this ruse
all to hide my veracity from ridicule
Is it in timidity that I indulge this notion?
Incapable to go beyond being elusively platonic;
in favor to the ethics upon which I've stood upon?
...
Alas, I bury any sentiment as a mere fantasy
to haunt me within my dreams; as I lay vulnerable.
In favor to the ethics upon which I've stood upon.
Written on 02/26/2017
A Fickled Bunch
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They wish to deceive me
to say I'm gullible
might i believe there stories
and tell the tale
to this frustration
what must i do
they never stop
they reprise the plot
they make it hot
all to speak there
frivolous fools
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My fickled audeince
might such interest you
that we should gather together
non to be exclude
whine the clock's in eagerness
the morning of the show
my ficckle audeince
neverr let me go
oh I complain
too many empty seats
the night moved to slow
my voice didn't
do it's thing
the music was lousy
the words didn't fit the town
my fickle audeince
I love when you're around
are we selling out
do we need to add another show
come on don't leave me
lingering on
please let me know
I have a fickle audeince
what can we say
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sold out
need to add a show!
Coast to coast
I move always with an open heart
I carry love in my heart from coast to coast
I portray an aura of positivity each time I flow
I leave my sorrows behind
I lock my grievances in the cupboard
I love to relate with a pure feeling everywhere I vibe
So I always move with an open heart
I carry love in my heart from
Coast to coast
Coast to coast
I disallow toxic energy around my zone
I protect my circle with purity and happiness
Cos i know the essence of life never exclude peace and harmony
I tell you no lie my friends
So I move always with an open heart
I carry love in my heart from
Coast to coast
Coast to coast
I never get trapped with hatred in life
Cos I rise to live above limited freedom
My elbow portrays the life i chose
My dignity is what it is
I never cross no man’s path
I prefer respect
I always give peace a call to exist
Yes am a man of no nonsense
I need no negative drama
So I move with an open heart
I carry love in my heart from
Coast to coast
Regarding food Sweets are my best choice.
I like beverages Whichever may be
For any kind of swEets I will raise my voice.
Always sweets arE favourite to me.
In daily diet desserT to include.
From menu, sweets I cannoT exclude.
Though sorry to say, I’m diAbatic patient.
Yet to taste sweets Simply impatient.
Sugar cube can also Tempt me.
From sweets I can nEver flee.
What adds the best taste to some kinds of food?
It’s useful and so flavorful to me.
Not many foods I think from it I'd exclude.
Boring without it, some things would be!
For years, maybe eons, butter has been used.
Taste-wise, I’d say it rarely gets abused.
So butter me up like a buttercup – with love,
for butter has a taste I’ll never grow tired of.
Simmer veggies in it. Spread it all over bread.
I eat it on popcorn. I’m better-butter-fed!
Agents against 'Woke'
ban, monitor
revise, exclude
like
'Natives' intruded
like
ships didn't deliver slaves
like
Anne Frank didn’t journal
like
separate was equal
like
history was meant to be revised
like
they want to see it.
I’ve given up on perfection – it’s
just not me; without saying, also
given up on trying to be perfectly
imperfect – really the same
every now and then tried
but beyond my control
managed to get something
right
not in the definitive sense
(whatever that is) of right
vs wrong...but occasionally,
by sheer luck, following a
method that seemed to work --
right or wrong farthest thing
from my mind
truth be told, most things that
work, really do not work for
the reasons we believe – future
scientific discovery, can make
lame any intellectual ego
So, only certain that this poem
is not perfect, nor perfectly
imperfect – which leads me
to, whether I am beginning
or have begun?~ not to exclude,
doing or done?~ I will then
conclude, perhaps every poem is a
won, when having been written
just for fun!?
His tears faded away
with the most concerning
image of tommorrow ever
seen
modern usage of a Jollux
man. Spearing to victory
or so he seemed
as he speared up
meat and cabbages
for the supper he
had planned.
It would exclude his wife
who wished him
to look to something more
healthy
as he would only smile
at the sight of fat and richly
savoring treats.
He used the term
Beef-witted to decribe her
as she only liked to
shame him
might she find support against him
with snoutflairs
aannd consorted people
"those who wished us apart:
mind you they seek tresure
and lack the concern for your
well being"
he told his wife as she
looked lustinhly at the folk
on the hot busy beach.
" might a need to be apart
from me find you with the studs
here watching you
My Darling?"
She frowned and spoke of his
wonderings as trival and him
as crazy: knowing that he
only wished her to
trusted and true to him
Dear Super Man,
My name is Blippen Snickel
of Duessie Commonens. I seek your knowledge
of the CODA Atonal Scale Laser. Which will be
sent to the planet Mars, on the Rocketship Trissel
WL 20S. Might Black Manta and Solomon Grundy
have there way. Dearest Superman one would warn
you that green Kryptonite is used to power the
Fissen Fussulant, were Blue Kryptonite may have
been used since it is most potent in it's use in this
application. Why did these scientist want green
Kryptonite: but only to exclude you from meddling
into there affairs.
Around the Equator of Mars
a Two Mile deposit of
ice-water have been found
under the surface.
It has been said that if it melted
it would completely cover the surface
of the Red Planet 1.5 to 2.7 meters deep.
The Gamma 22 device with the Blue Crrystalant Amplifier will create a Martain Water world. There The Legion of Doom shall introduce the meanest and Vilest creature from every corner of the known and unknown universe.
Dear Superman have you the courage to be there?
Sincerly Yours
Mr. Blippen Snickel
"Aka the Doomenater"
Just Clouds
They seem just ordinary fill
for a background, a fuzzy white
or gray that doesn't grab the eye
and distract from the more deserving
stuff like trees, sweeping ocean views
and mountain lakes. Clouds lack
a clean line.
They seldom get prime billing
unless infused with anger and about
to burst, or wear the outrageous
colors of a rising or setting sun.
Many exclude them altogether
with a preference for a blue,
totally cloudless sky.
Frankly, total blue is boring to me.
Give me tufts of purest white
drifting soundlessly across
an otherwise featureless sky,
big bellied storm clouds, dark
and sagging with weight,
rumbling with thunder,
letting their load of water go.
And wrap me
in the soft, filtered light
of low, misty clouds that have learnt
how to weep, keep me safe
from the big towering giants
that grow with menace on a distant
horizon and bless me
with the unseen ones
that send down a gentle rain at night
to lull me off to sleep.
In this place my silence speaks volumes of irreplaceable solitude,
where my dark thoughts and demons are the only things I exclude.
In this place silence is the sound of an unspoken truth,
masked from the outside it’s quiet and aloof.
For when I’m in this place I’m happy and alone,
free from the misery that resonates in my blood,
and sets like cement in my bones.
In this place I no longer cry blood,
shielded from the pain of the things I need to discuss,
allowing my mind the time it needs to relax and adjust.
In this place I’m lost to the beautiful sound of silence,
where the only rule is the one of my own compliance,
the two married together creating the strongest alliance,
I’m forever stubborn to the voices with the up most defiance.
When I’m in this place there’s no need for me to mask my madness,
I’m in a harmony of silence there’s no room for any
sadness.
And If I could find it, I’d bar every door,
let the world choke outside while I ask for no more.
Purr-fect feelings fall like shadows, down,
Casting hope into life’s greatest yearnings,
Purr-fect silence rains promises all around,
Shushing the extravagance of frisky earnings.
Purr-fect wonders exclude the restless meow,
From the promise of agility beyond compare.
Purr-fect stillness calms the most anxious brow,
Fantasizing about the mouse caught in a snare.
Pur-fect poise, dignified she abides the night,
Softly stirring the haunted nightmares of her stalked,
Purr-fect grace, begging for that first tender bite,
From the frozen heart she has assuredly shocked.
Purr-fect joy fills her heart and soul with hope,
When she remembers the cuddling of her human,
Purr-fect composure reminds her she can cope,
Unlike those careless canines, she can see - acumen
you have gripped me
in a white dream
as the fire that surrounds the rough eye
useless ideas
it is not easily to retain
consciousness is gathering in my soul
on the altar body
I burn the last sins
you found it in me
and darkness
and light
exclude me of the curse
drive me away
of you
of myself
he calls another time again
before I was born in another poem
delete
shouting at closed doors
you have slapped your palms
trying to force openings
stay quiet
wait for the first sign
when the dawn falls on the walls
around my heart
calm down
without remorse
I will kill you
just same I do in every morning
since I met you.
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