Fear of the Outsider, the interloper, the alien
Is as old as humanity itself.
Xenophobia doesn’t just apply to someone foreign
And “not like us”,
It applies to anyone who may threaten
Our way of life, the status quo, the norm
And way “it’s always been.”
From local bar to climbing crag, surfing beach,
Ghetto corner, and Union shop floor,
The locals, sometimes multigenerational deep,
Tend to claim their turf
With the worst of human qualities;
Fear and loathing
Sublimated into snide ostracism,
Backstabbing gossip and withering looks
If not fully expressed with seething hate
Slander, bullying and assault.
Meanwhile life goes on for the Xeno
Head down, eyes averted, pathways diverted,
While in their heart
They recognize the love their haters have
For their cherished way of life and ground
Is not exclusive
And no different from their own.
(9/6/25)
Death defying judgement.
Standing on a cliff in front of a sadistic sea,
A saddened soul turns his back on all humanity,
Seeking a sad Death instead of human company.
He sees his easy Death as an end to misery.
He need not be judged by God.
Sitting on the ground in a field of silent hay,
With a gun in her mouth at the end of a tough day,
A lonely girl doesn’t see bright colours only grey,
She faces Death as if revenge was the only way.
She need not be judged by God.
A dear old lady in pain asks to be put to sleep.
She begs her devout husband with a love so deep,
She cannot bare the constant pain and begins to weep,
She asks to be seen in the memories he will keep.
She need not be judged by God.
Others fear a wretched judgment by God after Death,
But a lifetime of fear and loathing and loss of breath,
The clear self judgement of a gentle soul is so tough,
The way you face your certain Death is judgement enough.
Born of a cloth wrapped in fear and loathing
A dyed in the wool wolf in sheep's clothing
A scoundrel at heart for all here to see
No sacrifice made or hero to be
A braggart that speaks only tongue and cheek
A coward at best that preys on the weak
What goes around comes around without a sound
So when the time comes lies dead on the ground
Where Ever it is it is
Where Ever it will be will be
No sickness or illness once your there
The lame shall walk the blind shall see
A place where magic lives
And dreams are reality
Imagine it and it appears
All hate and violence never here
No more hunger or despair
Plenty of everything for all to share
Laughter rings loud and clear
Joyful hearts dry those tears
Fear and loathing not here
A children's paradise to tumble about
Be loud and silly let the fun out
Float on a cloud, slide down rainbows
Puppies and kittens, wiggles your toes
Be you and I'll be me
And the world will smile in the land of happy
The days are long and sunny fair
The nights are cozy without a care
Where ever Where Ever is
There will always be room for every kid.
It's like a haunting
where images and visions freely sail
clutching to some distant memory that prevails
recalled with joy and laughter's gaze
or fear and loathing of the echoes raised;
should I sleep and dream a child's dream
would it return to me in nightmarish themes
or paint the picture of a moment in my history
where I am still the child lost in mystery?
In the sunlight dare, I dance
in puddles forgotten along the street expanse
or could I run without my shoes
and bare my innocence to lose?
is it just the puddle after the rain
or in this recollection can I be a child again
to wander the street of childhood
where alone we float easily as driftwood;
splash the puddles as the water flows
and embrace angelic blessings that children know
dance the frenzied round of simplicity most treasured
and find the adventures experienced and measured
of childhood forgotten and remembered again.
Chantelle Anne Cook
Childhood Memories
7/9/19
Tossing mints in a t-rex mouth,
his calamitous breath smells good,
as the terrible lizard rolls you South,
delighting in his wintergreen food.
Thankfully this monstrosity of a sweet-tooth Rex
rejects his diet of flesh and menthol as vomitus.
Relating voluminously to Jonah - you’re a wreck.
You slide off the belching tongue in slovenly gravitas.
You run as his roar, like a refreshing wind,
scores its daily fear and loathing.
This close encounter with your courage thinned,
avoiding an impression without a stitch of clothing.
3/15/2019
I the empty, I the sleeping ghost,
thorn and chalice, least imbued with most.
Here the desert, hear the tortured wind,
bright with sorrow, lost the spirits pinned.
Then the poison, then the twisted clone,
fierce and timid, fierce to stand alone.
Now the outcome, now the withered truth,
gone the folly, gone the foolish youth.
There the forest, theirs the blackened tree,
deep within, the grief of death’s decree.
You the whirlwind, you the woken ghost,
fear and loathing, lost the dying host.
12th February 2019
My mind goes through all these stages
all these mental rages
it's a lost book with hidden pages
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
every drug done they call you courageous
this is a timeless past time that is ageless
so many drugs to do
which one will be the downfall of you
come on hurry and choose
they say you snooze you lose
uppers or downers mixed with booze
teenagers without a clue
they walk over their friend on the ground blue
at a raging party that they threw
could not believe what drugs do to you
the mental of someones mind they will chew
right through you too
sure you will be fine go ahead do another line
heart beats out your chest out your spine
America the land of the free or the land of the drugged up mind
more like the land of blind
so open your eyes and see what you find. -TA
Nightfall and fog off the lake lands.
The ghostly touch of a cold and icy hand
fills you full of fear and loathing.
Creature of the night where are you going?
I follow your shadow through the dark
and cloudy night like a black widow for the
love of your life.
There is a whole lot of mystery to your
prowling and howling.
My web quivers as the wind blows across
the river but I am silent approaching the
stranger.
In the Nightfall and fog off the lake lands
like the touch of a ghostly cold hand and
a deadly kiss leaves nothing left for you at
all in the Nightfall.
As an outsider looking in,
My opinion means nothing, yes;
But the collective soul of a nation,
Has me watching with distress.
Who amongst to cast the first stone?
This immigrant nation to boot!
Where fear and loathing and lies shown,
How easy suddenly to recruit.
And what band wagon to become?
This nation and its collective soul;
The fact that such a man can run,
Upon one's sanity such a toll.
Till to their senses one can pray
As I watch poll after poll;
This great nation to bend and sway,
Has it lost its collective soul?
THE STORMY DAY
Awoken by
Rumbling in the
Deep distance
Shallow waters subside and
Gliding across white wakes
Makes for the sanctuary,
A distant glimmer in the
Heart of the storm bird.
Building and gathering,
The mind on the shore
Busies itself and
Attempt numerous things
Without success.
The dark brooding hood
Brings fear and loathing
As struggling winds gather
To take the solitary man
Out to water.
What is he doing?
The rumblings fade
As silent glistening eyes
Peer out across the clear horizon.
Tears fall from a cluttered sky,
Having raised up
From this great lively mass.
Endless minute movements
Slowly carry the man
Out to sea.
A TV. Star.
The man hiding in the light his persona, sparkling
sunglasses not enough when we gloried in his
mesmerizing peculiarity. We saw not the sinister
black shadows behind him… except, from time to
time we felt revulsion a glint in his eyes and shark
teeth that told of what we didn’t want to know.
He died a much loved hero, the abused stayed silent.
Now the dark hideous nature of the man is for all to
see; and must bring shame of those who knew but
for the sake of his fame never spoke out. Pedophiliac,
the seducer of children, his clunking gold chains we
followed, to the tune of greed into the dark abyss of
fear and loathing.
The Elephant and Mouse
Way back a long, long time ago, when mouse and ‘phant were new
They thought that their relationship would always ring true blue
But the mouse one day got randy and the elephant was handy
And don’t you know, a rape did soon ensue
Though small, the mouse was mighty, the elephant a wee bit flighty
And when the deed was over, the mouse still felt the same
But the elephant was fearful; felt nothing but the shame
And so you know the two of them then went their separate way
They grew apart in mind and body and thus they are today
And though it’s been 4000 years, the feeling is there yet
For as you know, or so they say, a ‘phant does not forget
And so today an elephant encountering a mouse
Recoils in fear and loathing of the little louse
Mdailey 9/8/12
Bursts of laughter and splashes of colour
Sounds of hilarity and tales of adventure
Sparkles of light and folklore dancing
Merriment dominates the order of things
Hark to the woeful, hear not sad cries
For tonight is the night the faeries unite
Capricious beings in evolving couture
Smiling and playing, the laughter just hear!
Assimilation of races, all kinds of faces,
Confined in just these small little spaces
Look here. look there and harmony you will find
Conviviality combined with reminiscinces abind
T'was not fear and loathing that caught my eye
But laughter and sunshine on that starry night
I woke from my sleep
To find I'm still bleeding
It appeared not a dream
But a nightmare I had lived
I will not let this go
Now more than anger
My fists and broke hands
Take patriarc life
Fashions unthinkable
I must kill him now!
I will call you
When it's over
Then I'll follow
You
Don't turn away
Not this easy
Please believe me
Please!
If I had not done this earlier
It would've been me down the stairs
At the side of my own head would be the barrel
And the entry made full
There is not one thought that crosses mind
I don't regret the day he died
For what he was doing, killing me
Unable to live the full
And now I control my own
Breathing not as before and
Because of this I will reign supreme
In my own realm of fear and loathing
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