Shadow black blood floods flow silently wailing in whirlpools
Volcanoes of endless enmity erupt with vengeance.
It's not humanness. Here, the mores of 'might is right' rules
Against routing quagmires, lotus buds fight for transcendence.
We shake hands like friends while minds float on clouds of fraudulence.
Amidst rocking crowds in digital sounds, we feel alone.
Wearing torn costumes of cleaved conscience, we seek vigilance.
Weeds of weariness spring up, wherefrom seeds of smiles are sown.
Like weak rams, we follow the rushing crowds to hit someone.
Who do we want to hit? Why do we want to? No one knows.
We make weapons and enable our young ones fight for fun.
Roots of truth hidden, falsehood from friendship flawlessly flows.
Why is each one who toils not the owner of their wages?
Why don't we end all dead ends that prevent our pilgrimages?
In the course of predator and prey, there's a constant fight.
Amidst wild beasts, there's the rationale of might is right.
The might overpowers the weak. Vice is bound by virtue.
The enslaver is enslaved by you. Laurels are your due.
Deceit and fraudulence are weapons of the opponent.
Plunder and loot of hearts are parts of his soul's component.
Though guards his house fully armed, are his life and mammon safe?
His stronghold, by the stronger, should not waste into a waif.
Satan and strong man, you had put into the same balance.
Stronger was your sacred strength, which was beyond all malice.
Grasp of the strongman Satan's got smashed in your stamina.
Vesting the weak and wrecking the strong were your phenomena.
Fully armed, in his own house, could Satan win over you?
Word by word and deed by deed, you dazzled him through and through.
Carlos Ghosn makes a daring escape
It has now become Japan vs Lebanon
CEO had to literally think- Out of Box
This whodunnit as good as Mr Bond
In Japan he was in house arrest
Darling of Lebanese masses
A go getter, a family man
There is some charisma
Leaders and criminals
Dreamers and doers
Put In a tight corner
Resolve challenges
CEO was accused
Fraudulence and
Malpractices
Embezzlement...........................The Man Who Ran
Personal Gains...........................N I S S A N
The NISSAN boss
Le cost killer. Fix it
Had to shift gears!
From ‘a tight corner’
Came ‘grand escape’
Staged an unbelievable
Brazilian-French-Lebanese
Was trapped in sedated Japan
He smuggled himself out- In A Box
Maintains a corporatesque non-disclosure
Quite likely the story of the box is just an alibi
His motivation? “I did it for the love of my wife”
.
CEO’s are known to write interesting biographies
Few things they do not teach while giving degrees
A post retirement flip; a Hollywood flick; or Politics
.
Amitabh— 17-01-2020 : Visual - Text around Nissan logo.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=djyyWlCPFd4
Boobs: Now there’s a word that has two unrelated meanings
Your preference might indicate your private thoughts and leanings
But boob can be a word that means a silly little error
Not something that will trash your life for ever and forever
Funny how in digital some numbers look like letters
And that’s quite handy for us ageing PIN number forgetters
Boob reminds me of a fulsome girl I used to date
My pin number in future is Eight Zero Zero Eight
(Just a little note to people fraudulence inclined
If you just wrote that number down you must have lost your mind
I’d never use that number now... my I.Q. aint three cubed
And if I did then folk on Soup would tell me that I boobed)
So, if your girl’s a Dolly Parton or a Taylor Swift
Or if she just slips up a bit, she’s still your special gift
The boobs my mother used to make they always left me smiley
But boobs when made by Frankenstein are something else entirely
The white lies of late December are upon us.
Frozen fish dream of warm tape water.
Every step is a cliff-top until April
then we surrender again to the telltale myths,
the cheerful fraudulence.
Only the old survive all this;
beautiful people wash-up on sandy beaches
create more buttery lobster commercials,
evening gowns drip like sequined icebergs.
The young are headlong as usual
and will not stop
until they mend us into their dreams,
they sew our jester hats
with a pitying love just as we did.
It’s impossible to regret anything
when the very ground under our feet
is begging for more fables, more of anything
to keep us going in a direction identified as forward.
We who still dispense the sweet nothings
of glassy-eyes wizards,
must be seen as fully clothed,
able to function on the old fictions
steady, and not sinking into our frozen boots.
Freedom
faith-fueled freedom
fights fraudulence, forgives faults…
fervent fulfillment
Gifts
God* grants graciously
guidance gearing goodness growth…
generous gifts glow
Hallelujah
hoisting hopefulness
heavenly home heralding…
hallelujah hymns
*Ephesians 1:3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ.
July 28, 2020
1st place, "Let the Pens Flow - Alliteration" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jenish Somadas; judged on 8/7/2020.
Life, I think, is a bit of a paradox.
Floating through this desolate void devoid of context and explanation, (some might suggest value as well, I suppose);
I conclude these idiosyncratic murmurings of bothersome almost-people
Reprimanding my almost-conscience are just a whit of an empty, emaciated white whale of a civilization proclaiming pseudo-camaraderie and disappointing undertakings as suitable solutions for contentedly concluding one’s existence.
Though some perceive fraudulence efficiently, soaring quilled shafts of deceit unavoidably puncture intimate electing properties of our conscious.
No barricade can shield humanity from himself.
With living comes a constant quality of inconsistency,
despite the state of existence itself being incredibly monophonic,
permeating my formless breath and solid heart like no other experience.
Well… there is another event I imagine could deliver a pure, unadulterated sensation of intoxicating eternity.
I will wait for him, peacefully, until he arrives on his sweet, milky steed.
O dear old friend, deliver me swiftly unto my end, the true undying void.
Con-fused, fused by a con?
emotional entanglement,
can be such a fraud.
Fraudulence at it's finest,
one hundred degrees to zero,
thought it wasn't a villain,
but sure was not a hero.
What can you do,
if you think you were played?
What do you think Jesus would say?
Well he is more forgiving,
I am far less,
so I'll make up my own little
trickery test,
really does underestimate,
the things I can do,
just because I am blind,
doesn't make you less see through.
There it is, the consequencies of the results
The dream of the dawn of evolution,
Fraudulence time of reality
Being handicap by the morals of lack of dignity.
Ideas that engulves the mind of the naive ones.
Freedom, all but a joke .
Differencies the platform for chaos.
So what are the odds for peace?
The trend, the looking glass of the soule
The need for standard is a grave untold
That repetition, all but errors of the past
To enslave the waiting man to a new start
An eventual need for more
She who seats in the middle of them all
Nature but the least observed
The ages of WIFI to all to serve
A world that mimics the round is but a whole to a reality that drawns
Against the skin; that breeze that sings
For to see the beauty that breaths
Amongst they to whom the least.
The looks to which the judgement are based
That character that fades in the face to whom it gaze
To the beholder of the taste the tungue ready to lay its claims
The work that prey on the woman in pain
An action that comes from the fake and strays
Will dare the society in everyway.
By Lekene Paul
Not, terry, not
To protest at fraudulence
Not, hesitate, not
To protest at wrongness
Not, fail, not
To protest at terrors-
If needed, hit and get safety
If required, fight and achieve prosperity
Rightness is must
Righteousness is the best
For times immemorial
Mankind is suffering
From inherent meanness
As history says
Human world is dwelling
In inhuman fold
Let us protest at our attitudes
To protect our lives
Let us protest at our affairs
To protect our rights
Till today we are entangled
In age old animosity
By tomorrow
We will have to get rid of enmity
This is the time right
We have to protest at our crookedness
To have our future right
Yes, we should promote humanness
You came into my life,
Knowing it's about time to rejoice,
As you brought my heart at heavenly above,
I was live drowned in you my love.
The darkened trail of my life now flashing,
The never ending corridor now ceasing,
Wounded heart of mine seems mending,
And grief music turned out romantically flowing.
With all my life it suddenly bloom,
As of Lois Lane kissing Superman,
All I can feel is you'll be my groom,
It's all because that's part of the Master plan .
But why I let myself to live with that trickery?
You avail my fragileness in just a simple way
The allurements you showed can't resist really
I know, time to bound it end for being silly.
I should stop on pretending now yet it hurts...
Goodbye...though it's painful no more flirts..
Bear on your mind that I love you endlessly
And even years lapsed you'll be in my heart vividly..
a cut-throat dealer voices
an horde of sweet lying words
that perform fraudulence than ten evil kings
The profound graceful comfort of your counterfeit warmth,
Engulfs my being for hours of false happiness,
And the craving grows stronger with each descending step.
Extremity after extremity,
Sensation after sensation,
I’m enticed by your illicit scent of deceit,
And each prickle; shiver; tremor;
Brings me closer to your ailing fraudulence.
I do not have authority over this dilemma,
I need it—want it.
Hopelessness and depression do not portray the taste,
The stinging burning covet,
That makes me immobilized, defenseless, and incapable.
Dread and doubt has enslaved me
Calamity and tragedy has absconded my peace
Trepidation and fright has held me captive
Ill repute and indignity now hold my heart for ransom
Humiliation and degradation have stolen my youth
Fraudulence and treachery have tarnished my truth
Malevolence and malice have manifested all around
Silence and stillness are now a dreaded sound
In confusion,
Lies illusion..
That remains unseen.
So deeply hidden in your mind,
That it feels like a dream
Feeling so lost and helpless all you can do is scream...
Cause in reality Life and Confusion are the ultimate team,
Giving birth to illusion appearing as a BIG scheme..
I wonder????
Is anything what it seem??
Or does confusion turn to delusion as living starts to feel like one bad dream.....
Just stuck in generational denial & fraudulence to the extreme...??
NEVER KNOWING WHO U REALLY ARE OR WHO'S REALLY ON YOUR TEAM.
CONFUSION AN DENIAL A.K.A THE AMERICAN DREAM
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