Things beautiful are strange and fitful a lot;
Delicate, changing and entangled in a knot-
Now bright and the next instant rather dull;
Seeming complete just before being all null
The feel of alure and appeal that made it so
Is lost, or drains out just in a moment's go!
Aversion erodes what was so lovely and dear,
While evasion moves the inner straggling fear
To ruffle and void the crude, puzzling delight
Of freeing from the spell and its fanciful flight,
At once by choice and coerced, in potent power.
The drives to glorify, and make it immortal, lower
Escape into the virtual domain may find the glot
For the replica of the real with the missing plot;
Thus to hold on to times ever after,with instress
Using words, colours, chisel or muse to express
And the pleasing charm of the affected percept
Is rendered into a hypnotic,fallacious concept.
Zealots
zealous zealots zigzag
running rampant, repeating
dubious data drawn
from fallacious forums
which write woeful
tales that try to teach
lurid laughable lies
The outrage spills
sews evil seeds
reaps injustice
as innocence bleeds.
Misguided few
opinions flawed
fallacious minds
spurred by fraud.
Seek what's true
for better aim
this acting out
shall bring you shame!!
Violent destructive acts upon the property of others, (Tesla) for whatever reason, cannot be justified, you are a criminal and you should be severely punished!!
The thought weighs heavy on you,
Unworthiness is no mere common flu,
Spreading throughout your flesh and bones,
Beating you with your own cast stones,
Fallacious sickness hurled upon your soul,
You contemplate your toll,
For you think only you can pay,
The brain a malleable clay,
Imperfections pointed out by society,
Causing depression and anxiety,
But to many, a hidden truth,
There is the Holy One's couth,
A covenant made in blood,
Preventing another flood,
He has and will bare this weight,
Do not forget Jesus' state,
He carried the cross for you,
No matter what you do,
Do not let His acts be in vain,
This unworthiness must not remain.
Blood-stained poppies mark the day that human
sacrifice did harden the skins of the less murderous mass
for such a brutal aghast affair, how the God all mighty
would formidable bear witness to grief beyond repair
Out into the fields, neither would yield-with bullets they
would tear but what would a stealthy, shrewd general care if many
died on duty which left a nation dumbfounded by the levity and
gravity of a war that was deemed
to be of grandness, valiant soldiers of fallacious valour
mercilessly gunned down and with
no gratification, them forsaken, while the gutless
general is less sanctimonious, pious in his approach for the
fighting did persist, until finally that last shot,
at last serenity in the calamitous storm, birdsong instead
of less fanciful peaceful flight, that night the serendipitous surviving
soldier did sleep so tight, a nation did succumb to pitiful sorrow
and pain-so the poppies do denote blood-stain and brutal,
grim, gutless gain
It is fallacious to pretend
we contrive to “become ourselves”
when there’s no one to observe us.
Mere mice with conceits of grandeur
prowling proud like cats in the night -
Hubris holds high its hoary head.
We are ever just whom we are,
we can’t be more and can’t be less
until finally we are not.
I've no strength left to keep fighting,
motivation has worn off like stealth;
voices have no happy sounds,
faces are sad, nobody laughs...
I'm a ghost wandering among the living;
I walk past a cemetery, I smell death!
Isn't it awful to hang on this impertinent illusion,
keeping away the incoherent threat of intrusion?
I spoke sweetly avoiding a harsh voice of villain;
I couldn't tarn the image of perfect gentleman!
Tragedies happen to give us a warning,
who learns from them realizes calamity;
who's proud and fearless understands nothing,
do the strongest show resistance or fragility?
Hanging on this impertinent illusion
makes me fallacious in imprudent decision;
it's incumbent that I exercise extreme intelligence,
not to fall prey to mistakes that bear a consequence!
Rebuke me, if I seem too delirious swaying from commonsense,
it's not stubbornness but deliberate frustration to make me err;
the little hope I held onto has withered and become tremendous fear:
they all agree that hanging on this impertinent illusion is my past tense!
the man’s fallacious reasoning could not be shaken
He returned every fact and argument with an alternative fact.
There are no alternative facts, only alternative opinions, she said.
His face changed and he was instantly angry.
She did not waste any more time with him.
Brainwashing for him was obviously complete.
her fallacious reasoning caught me by surprise
he’s a swindler, a crook, can’t you see with your eyes?
He never paid the little guys, declaring bankruptcy.
He’s a good businessman, she argues, quite wrongly.
The man is a scoundrel, a felon, maybe Antichrist and worst.
I cannot believe she would vote for this horrible man, putting him first.
A news station that is not newsworthy has brainwashed her.
There is no other way she could vote for this diabolical cur.
Inelegant, the silence wakes and yawns,
pretending not to notice or to care;
while symphonies of chaos greet the dawn
and ashes of our Banner fill the air.
The few, with vacant visage cry the creeds
~march on with signs remastered from the old
in broths of propaganda where it breeds,
the willingly disposed in boredom's fold.
Onlookers pause and gasp in rapt surprise;
unruly hordes deface the hallowed halls,
like "Kristallnacht" they scare what they despise,
too late for recompense when conscience calls
or quell fallacious lectures as they wreak...
dumbfounded when the fruits of silence speak.
In the depths of bloodied water
Laying in the sludge of misunderstanding
Where the mud of history buries itself
War awaits us all
Disguised and deeply present
Buried in the marrow of timeless sentiment
Hidden in the sediment of vile undertakers
Employing the caskets of our children
To testify in shallow graves and markers of hate
War is the ghoul of our fallacious goodwill
The pacemaker of our alienated heartbeats
The vision of our counterfeit purpose
The throttle of our fearful lives
Running off the energy of ignorance
No longer can I wait
To cross a peaceful shore
Nevermore, nevermore
Evermore
The sheer maintenance of the probability,
Nothing is comparable to our garrulous mendacity.
Nothing can be called a consummate pattern,
Except for any tremendous aching, this life would only be a fallacious earn.
You are just an archetypal passer-by without any aim,
You want to play an unwarranted game.
Your loudest silence is another offence,
In this horrifying reality, you are nothing but an object of pretence.
I am only a creep,
Who cannot conclude anything by hearing a beep.
I am nothing but a remiss whisper,
Who always follows the astute pied pipers.
We are the prerequisites for the uncustomary laws,
You and I are awaiting the perfect pause.
To pause for the first time is to give us a promotion,
To resume our voice is just waiting for the untold damnation.
In my feathers, you will live long,
Throughout the flight to blessed hell, you want to sing an eerie song.
You want to reside in my flawless illusion,
This unfeasible expedition is nothing but a callous vision.
Fallacious wars
The war in Ukraine disturbs me greatly
Russia invaded and invasion is as we know illegal
with few exceptions like when NATO attacked
Serbia, Bombed Belgrade hit the Chinese embassy and laughed about it.
Not to forget the invasion of Iraq and Syria and other smaller forgettable wars where the people got what they deserved.
But that's the way it is, two fractions can't be telling the truth at the same time and when they try to it is called propaganda.
Russia today will not tolerate NATO troops which
are The US, foreign legion, a war machine looking
for a war where peace might intrude.
The problem in the western hemisphere is simply due to our greed, wanting the minerals other countries have and scheming how to destroy these
places in the name of the political system we erroneously call democracy.
As we know, all wars a wrong, but some wars are
are wronger than others.
Honesty is my best policy or is it; I ponder
so be truthful, not to later have to pay a plunder...
fore some consequence, after told your fibbing,
see another do as myself; Charitably, donating...
OR
I've seen both sides now fore looking back...
nor lose sleep over anything said to anyone...
Or your dear spouse
everyone expects you to be honest; Watch their back...
while fallacious, that little white lie, may...
Save Your Life
Win
Victorious , Prosperous
Succeeding, Achieving ,Defeating
Triumph, Flourish...........Miss, Failure
Omitting , Mislaying , Declining
Fallacious , Erroneous
Lose
April 10/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
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