There wouldn't be haters if you ignored negative admirers
Are you really expecting honesty from a person who's a liar
Stay positive and expect the unexpected
Ignoring ignorance keeps you unaffected
You leave the house knowing you good in that dress
Yes the insecure are going hate so just ignore that mess
If most of us ignored ignorance road rage wouldn't be a success
Those who do things just for attention would fail in their quest
Ignorant people fuel their fire when they gain the attention of others
Why else does a spoiled child act out in public with it's mother
If you don't like ignorance then why do you stare at it
Listening to a person talking to himself knowing he's a drug addict
Have you seen the way people talk too loud just to be noticed
They would feel like a nobody if you would keep your focus
Ignorance becomes outraged when it doesn't get the attention it wants
Violence can't ignite or escalate if you ignore someone's taunts
Half the ignorant are defeated when you don't show a reaction
I ignore ignorance because i cant stand it with a passion
You stand and mock me from afar today,
Ignoring truth disguised behind your fear,
Not knowing who you mock or why you stray.
Cold walls of ignorance grow in the way,
Dividing those who should be drawing near.
You stand and mock me from afar today.
A fragile mind that doubts will often sway,
Distrust prevails, obscured by shadowed sneer.
Not knowing who you mock or why you stray.
But brighter dawns can break the cold array,
When hands reach out with love, not hate, sincere.
You stand and mock me from afar today.
Can we not choose to walk a kinder way,
Where acceptance builds the bonds we hold dear?
Not knowing who you mock or why you stray.
If hearts unlock and move past old dismay,
We’ll find a truth beyond our spite and fear.
You stand and mock me from afar today,
Not knowing who you mock or why you stray.
We are the villains in a story they spun
We get the villain arc without being a villain
The storyline of a traumatic childhood
Living under a shadow
Constantly being misunderstood
Having to sacrifice ourselves for the greater good
Without being given credit of saving the world
What they don't tell you is how the hero is the coward
How the real villain was the 'hero' who lied about the villains worth
How they are the scum of the earth
How they are the devil's curse
How no matter how hard they try they will always be seen by the hero's words
Plot twist
This happens in the real world
This is a story well known
Where the villains were always good
And the heroes were egotistical jerks
Through their spiteful words
Masked by an image of fraudulent perfection
The 'villains' were the innocent black people
The 'heroes' were the vindictive oppressors
Who dictated the world through their racism
Their empire built of hatred
Their status crafted through their strategic lies
The propaganda of their campaign for superiority
Is everywhere can't you see
Stop being blinded by your ignorance and open up your eyes
This is hilarious.
Try bow those strings like Stradivarius.
But i think you missed the point of your own aim.
Without a shred of self reflection or acknowledged self deception.
The irony of it is just insane.
Because in actual fact, once you attacked.
it's clear you were the only one to maim.
I mean honestly, this false dichotomy.
Will leave more than those split by it in twain.
Such a mentality, baseless reality.
As you fall victim to your own blame.
Though it makes sense, serves as recompense.
Always in service to whatever be the name.
I mean there's bliss, and then there is this. Yet somehow ignorance is not the same.
But what's its matter, unify in bones you shatter.
Still thinking you are winning the mind game.
They who say ‘Ignorance is Bliss’ ~
have yet to partake of their first long kiss
listen look and learn
ignorance can be believed
it only takes once
It's funny. The mind goes there and back,
Switching between lyre to inspire -
And the sober thoughts of black.
If all I love is theory,
And if all I know is fiction,
Then why do eyes get teary,
To the tune of my prediction?
I could dream a thousand times,
And play the songs that flow.
If nothing else at least it rhymes,
With my heart and face aglow.
It's funny. The mind goes there and back,
Switching to inquire and tire -
All the sober thoughts of black.
It's far more fun to forget,
And to sing for what excites.
In ignorance it's nice to get,
A chance to see the lights.
Even if these words won't last,
I don't mind their stay for now.
Lyrics should be slow not fast,
We don't have to wonder how.
It's funny. The mind is taken aback,
Switching inspire to quiet fire -
And smoke's sober thoughts of black.
I hate how it always ends up like that.
How I get ignored for several hours.
And reply within a few seconds.
To think that you didn’t care as much as I do.
Engraves a sense of solitude in my heart.
I can’t call myself anything but a fool.
To hopelessly stare blankly at a screen.
How can I have these emotions, however?
Every day I greet you like it’s never the last time.
Reminiscing, overthinking but never hating you.
Ever wondered if you noticed those emotions………………? (will you ever do?)
‘Satire is traditionally the weapon of the powerless against the powerful.’ – Molly Ivins
don’t believe the many bots
dripping fermented honey
extolling the clown’s virtues
Gaza graveyards bid sunny
an emperor without clothing
dressed in naked ignorance
his vitriolic poison spewed
golden statues at the entrance
undercurrents of the morally corrupt
tables laid in great halls of fame
the silver gleams; imitations on the walls
of imagined ancestors – all the same
guests dressed in penguin suits
the matching red ties like the blood
of their foe in some computer game
a victory claimed, I never understood
kiss the ring of the king as he howls
the laughter echoes in the beggar’s bowl
16.8.2024,
For the first time, my heart sank
When my bus went pass his 2nd home.
In the past, it was either,
I got off the bus to meet him or
Messaged him about my movement.
Now, everything was in silence.
I really don't know what has happened.
Why did he become so indifference?
Did I say or do anything, triggered all these unfriendly treatments.
BB, I can't put up with this any more.
It was hard enough not seeing you face to face.
It hurt more for being ignored,
When we shared the same place,
Please let me know what I should do,
And help me to let you go.
I know nothing of
where the wild geese go
other than been told
by those with loftier eye
I know little of where
the natural streams flow
if not for those who have
thought to journey and try
I cannot say, whether heaven
nor hell, my loved ones passed
are yet silent. Content not to know
till after I go, if the knowing remain
respectfully compliant.
(“Glimpsing Hokusai”, 2017, original encaustic)
Intifada aka “Kill the Jews!”
While we were sleeping content in our lives
Something dark and ugly was growing inside
Spreading across the lawns, and fibers of the net
An intifada of hate as old as time,
For those People of the Book who hold the power
Maybe we fear, maybe we envy.
“Kill the Jews” was once tolerated,
Then condemned in shame,
And now pridefully in distain proclaimed.
“Kill the Jews” may sound hip and cool
Until you realize where this led last time,
And how a Jew is no different from you.
Everyone now who’s saying it,
Gleeful as you rise up to burn again,
What it’s taken so long to build,
Consume with a hate as old as time.
But how will you feel in the morning
When the next wave comes for you…
(11/25/24)
Why waste time at school and still miss the bus
When ignorance is instantaneous!
In this school we call life,
The best teacher seems strife
That gives great lessons, makes none whatso fuss.
__________________________
Tongue-in-cheek |17.11.2024|humour, school, life
At sixteen, I heard the tale of Qays the Madman.
I laughed as it was told, wondering,
How can one be so vulnerable of heart,
To let someone hold it carelessly,
Like a child clutching fragile glass?
"Grow up and see," they said,
"How life can turn meaningless
As wearing high heels for a hike."
So I grew, and the laughter faded,
A humbled fool that life had shaped.
For love became not just desire, but duty,
An orchard once wild now tended with care,
Pruned by the hands of endless giving,
Each act a vow, each harvest a prayer.
Love no longer burned—it illuminated,
Her name etched in my every breath,
Not as yearning, but as a promise kept.
And so, I loved her—not for myself,
But as one tends to the rising sun,
And bends to the earth to plant a seed,
Knowing the bloom may belong to another season.
And sometimes, that is enough.
Pulp wrung out of sunset squeeze
Chinese dragon clouds
make mandarin marquees
Purple curtain shrouds
Folks without homes nobody sees
Electrified skies spark dust to flare
inside a vacant apartment
Twilight society’s fabric tears
Cringe crimson impairment
Wealth shields from irradiated glare
Wishing star stuck in limbo, catapults
daydream sun, distant flung
Pigeon sprauchle sudden vanish jolts
Mortified moon, hopes hung
Crusted blankets magic carpet vaults
8th November 2024
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Jolted by Twilight
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