(“Utopia and Terror Merit Badge”, 2010, original oil)
Theft In the Name of Good
The rise in popularity of socialism
Especially amongst the religious
And not just the usual godless Left
Shows that theft has become a moral good
When used to fund one’s own pet projects.
Want to house the homeless? Tax the homed.
Want to educate the young? Tax the elderly.
Want to feed the poor? Tax the middle class.
Want to expand healthcare? Tax the rich.
Want to destabilize society? Tax everyone.
The bottom line is taxation is theft,
The taking from another involuntarily by force,
And we accept it as a necessary evil
Until it crosses the line into things we don’t support
Like the killing of babies, bombing of villagers,
Lining the pockets of corrupt officials and contractors,
Locking up the righteous while freeing the insane.
The bottom line is taxation is theft, and
Anyone who tells you otherwise and supports it
Is just another thief.
(9/9/25)
"Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life." ~ Pablo Neruda
I sail through citrine waves of the moon’s pulse,
weaving my spark from sea-stars
numb to the blaze of a dream-lashed gaze ~
mute to the masked mist of ghosts,
as somehow between the seraphic sighs
of rising Luna and the aching sun,
there I found my muse crawling and cradling~
clouds of love bathed in luminous lavender…
So tonight, must I heed black-magic mantras,
spelled in neon gold by lips that lie,
or shall I wade through caramelized clarity,
for I’ve long homed hues of blooming twilight,
brushing the wistful heart of waning dusk,
drowning fiery flares within vain veins,
while the wind assumes I’ll touch no sand,
anchored by timeless traces of poetry...
What happens to this poetry embroidered within the walls of my heart,
When the joy of my words are shattered underneath your feet,
Can the torture of your empty moon paint a slithering promise,
Far across into my deep colorless dreamscape of dahlias,
Your dry eyed apologies took me to a mortal with no reflection,
As you hide behind your short lived excuses and homed cruel intentions,
Like a fool I was to believe that a rose could bloom in the peeks of winter,
While broken instruments illustrated a weak illusion,
Shame, These knees you held with such tender affection,
Poured our tales into my abstract dreams,
How you wandered into my eyes casting a waning crescent,
Hoping the fragrant of a swine won’t clear my sight,
I’ve stood by the hills, where it steeps down your hell,
Perhaps the burdens you trust and love are the saint in your spells,
Claiming clarity for a chaos that have you deeply compelled.
Every evening, I could witness, in my childhood,
Beggars, going from home to home, for daily food;
Fear filtered into my heart, as though from fountains,
I could see, within me, many terror mountains...!
Visits of soothsayers, snake charmers, and vendors,
Magic, jugglery, witchcraft, and comic blenders;
Each one was considered a guest and was well-homed,
Each, as though members, wherever they wanted, roamed...!
Foreign visitors, often those with skins milk-white,
Made my heart pump very fast, increasing my fright;
Men sent on the query of a vivacious kind,
Set blaze, like volcanoes, firing fears in my mind...!
All these, yet, I feel now, had shot up like mushrooms,
Age and experience swept these away like brooms;
Xenophobia is a phase of growth, I learn,
Some humans, yet, in this urn, eternally burn...!!!
28 April 2023
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FLIGHT FOR MY PEARL
Across the ocean waters calm,
The waves have died at moons command,
For way beyond the mountain peaks
A pearl awaits for me to seek.
Afoot the hills, a city sleeps,
Within its boundaries lakes and fjords
Father grow me wings to fly,
or mount on Pegasus to ride the sky,
My compass homed to destine reach,
The sun has burned the clouds of grey
A bright of day for me to find,
The oyster that has bred my pearl
My bones here rest as I abide
©Copyright M..A. Bell (alfi – m.za)(2014)
The Search !
My eyes do wade, looking for you around,
coming to terms with facts, it hits aground!
Where on earth is my breath? is my thought;
pall of gloom descends as I decipher the plot!
All across in this world and beyond that spread,
not finding true love is something we ever dread!
The essence is felt with the feeling of one,
it is thy physical absence - that I do shun!
I stare at the space and wondering at the maze,
its at the unseen consciousness I fix my gaze!
Thoughts at random, do surface from the past,
but, gently weaned all out and didn't let any last!
Whence and to whither, will this journey slither?
neither origin nor end, in time - will everything wither?
In the plenum of consciousness, matter is a process;
in its making and its breaking that we find roses!
And as I sank in thought, in search of mine,
homed-in deep within and found my divine!
Never away, and there can never ever be,
ah, my search stopped after I found me in thee!
After ~ The Straight And Narrow ~ Lies The Truth
A ~ cross the Universe an alphabet of disambiguation homed in blue and black chatea~ U
C~aressing symbols letter signs and meaning pretends categories ordered logic reason~N
R~espite from uncertainty constricting reducing pressure measured flowing as a ventur~I
O~n the road from comprehension a channelled funnel oscillating Zeitgeist’s leitmoti~V
S~uggests that everyone and everything can be charted defined with logic’s abducte~E
T~he fact and matter of the Universe however yields understanding from us the arbite~R
I~n open quest of search beyond the prisons chaining beauty towards more pastel blis~S
C~ome therefore and find soft shadows pink and purple and live emotion emigrat~E
05th November 2016
Bee Pronghorn
Ole Herb wasn't feeling nifty,
his pronger wasnt lifting,
50 years it worked, but now was nothing left,
into overalls he climbed,
protected every part in mind,
cep his donger, which hung sadly unimpressed,
the beehive was a buzzing,
with every bee and its cousin,
getting flopped and stirred to frightful excess,
they homed upon his donger,
with the blood flow getting stronger,
as agony gave him such a sweet caress,
so he sprung up off the ground,
stirred like an eager hound,
and charged into the bedroom, saying yes,
but the lady there no longer,
had no use for his donger?
So bloody oath he had to take a Bex.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wI-RsXblNFM
Don Johnson
You held my hand as we walked through pouring rain
Yet you were absent when my tears rained
Your embrace protected me with no blame
Yet now your lost from me who's to be blamed?
Your loving breath caresses my face
Now I'm devoid of breath how can life be faced?
Our soul's childlike games playing chase
My soul now a lone wolf, never embraced
Why are you know where to be found tonight?
My angel without wings has took flight
Absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder
Absence took my life this night
You were a tenant, my heart your home
Now it rests uninhabited, never re homed
Your spirit opened doors we ventured through
No doors or ventures my forsaken can enter through
With open eyes our world was pure to view
My eyes wide shut, only darkness viewed
Why are you know where to be found tonight?
My angel without wings has took flight
Absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder
Absence took my life this night
X
In the moment
This very moment, I sit and wait
For the sound of a car engine
For two people to get out
I will smile and rush to unlock the door
To say welcome home
Welcome dearly felt for my sister and her husband
Why am I so welcoming
Have been dog sitting, their 3 dogs and my own
Just for a few hours, but am soooo stressed
Firstly there is Casper a lovely deaf boxer
No trouble
Then there is Star, my 6 year old Boxer
No trouble
Then there is Boris, a westie cross
Oh my! barking Boris I call him
Finally Harvey a 6 month old King Charles
Has a few water work problems, just been re-homed and nervous
Am I stressed
Am I thinking of a large glass of wine
No I am thinking of Two
This is my moment
Dated 26/12/2014 by Seren Roberts
In the blink of an eye the earth reversed
the sun rising in the west setting in the east
gravity's pull suddenly lessened it's hold
heavy things grow much lighter and floated
Look up to the sky and see what I mean
houses, cars animals and people flying
water running uphill instead of down
mighty oceans now the sky adorn
All still just kept within earth's strati-fear
beneath shines a land so strange
empty lakes and ponds now up in the sky
bewildered animals flying by, oh so high
As the day grew slowly to its close
gravity started to righten herself
and things began to resettle themselves
yet landing in totally different places
The poles became hot lands of sunshine
while the tropics were buried deep in snow
oh what a pickle it all was the army striving
to return things to normal but all in vain
Mammoth rescues of creatures to their normal climes
speed was all important before they perished
to our credit most were rescued and re-homed
our earth always mysterious is now reversed
How will we cope in this new places
well come back in a thousand years
I suspect human nature will be unchanged
still the same old BS run by the same morons
Postmodernism’s the fashion ne’er manque.
We must study Foucault and his scribes.
Get reason trapped and do not court delay.
You need to find your intellectual tribe.
Where is the goose which laid the golden egg..
Invented meta-talk and fairy tales?
Which narrative is balanced on a peg?
Which philosopher gets re-homed by a whale?
Where is the whole truth and the nothing but?
Whose ‘ the eye which sees reality?
Who ‘s the judge who makes the final cut?
Where is the God to whom we owed fealty?
Now nothing is what anyone can say.
I understand it’s meaningless to pray
we exist to die
our mortal time moves so fast
Re homed in our hearts
Once upon a time, I used to be you.
In my misdemeanor I fell out of your love.
Now you are quick to judge, but you don't know me.
In your silence, you wish me away.
Invoking ancient curses, praying I stray.
Tiny streams of tears roll down my prematurely withered cheeks.
Tattered clothes I salvage from dumpsters
Days gone by since I had a meal
Even longer since I saw the inside of a bathroom
Am I a son of the Land?
Will you show me any kind?
My grief resounds no mercy
I am, but one, in a land of many
O! lethal fate, pangs of anguish and strife
Here, I lay holding on to dear life
Once I had it all, I was homed
Nature's calamity left me doomed
A past so rosy, full of kind
Trapped in the deep embers of my mind
I walk the streets without a clue
This place of love; never true
Ah! what crime!
Wicked, is the wheel of time.
I have embraced misfortune
And felt the smile of pain
Your pity, I seek not,
Nor your assets.
Rather A consummation fervently wished
That you see me not with those Eyes of Repugnance.
For Once upon a time, I used to be you.
Friends go on safaris
To observe life in the wild.
Here in New York City,
All the wildlife’s fairly mild.
But yesterday I had a thrill
To vanquish any scowl
For, hidden in a leafy tree,
There sat a saw-whet owl.
Birders with binoculars
Had homed in on this treasure
And the little bird sat still,
Just filling us with pleasure.
I’ve never seen an owl alive
Except those in a zoo
And here was one in Central Park -
A saw-whet, too – who knew?
It wasn’t quite a lion
Or a zebra or giraffe
But my saw-whet owl sighting
Was excitement and a half!
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