I've been to dark places
way off in the weeds
where many a devil
does devilish deeds
I spent so much time there
familiar it grew
in search of its secrets
known only by few
And what I discovered
and what it revealed
had come with the price
of my soul to yield
And thusly surrendered
the darkness received
while leaving me empty
and lonely and grieved
It vied for attention
since I was a child
by implanting thoughts
that were utterly wild
Such thoughts that no children
should ever have known
lest forces unseen
had purposely sown
The darkness grows darker
the deeper you go
and far more alluring
it's wonders to show
Any issues encountered
are handled within
by the blackest of means
with a chuckle and grin
I've been to dark places
I know where they are
Just off the main highway
and not very far
The people encountered
within that domain
whose twilight existence
is deathly profane
They beat on the living
but they can't beat the dead
who no longer suffer
for their daily bread
For the dead have no trouble
they create no more spark
and they certainly aren't
afraid of the dark
© Mike Wise
3-19-26
Entering homes through a TV,
You only see what they want to be,
Creating a rift within society,
Dividing you from what you see,
Implanting programs Deceitfully,
Fully aware of how we are designed,
They fill your mind with lies,
Disguised as pleasure,
Their treasure is Toxic,
And you wonder why your sick,
Click through the channels,
There are panels discussing it,
Feeding you their bull while you sit,
So you will quit asking why,
Hoping soon you'll die,
Cycling back for another try,
Pried away from the others,
You're smothered in guilt,
From a problem they built,
Tilted and twisted,
You've always existed,
Resisting the urge to stand,
Under the command of technology,
Branded by those in control,
Knowing the role they assigned,
Mine was a tad bit different,
I'm an insistent little prick,
Kicking off my shoes,
Refusing to watch you loose,
So I use these words,
To redirect the herd.
Paranoid by a vision I saw you standing there
Cancel my subscriptions the billing is just unfair
Thoughts of indecision rattle up inside my brain
Belief in the existence of the terror that they reign
Listening to these people perfect strangers to me
Everybody's talking but there is no one listening
Implanting certain visions a mirage so untrue
Shuffling down this pathway lost without a clue
Loneliness is a burden although I'm never alone
Rings of a telepathetic my head used like a phone
Happiness is a mystery all smiles should beware
Silent Sound No Touch Torture the weapon in the air
bmdavey@02/07/23
wish to sleep
not to die;
wish to fly
not to cry
root to vertex
not any text;
the breath’s whip
in life’s fax
feast of end
implanting trend;
in whining gyre
swiveling blood gland
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
09/09/2021
The canvas of heart
Implanting the vogue stories
Life- unstoppable
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
29/08/2021
Now that she's...got inside, my head
Implanting, everything...she said
She kind...of left me, out for dead
Now, my eyes...all I see, is red
Forget about...all the tears, I've shed
How 'bout...all the blood...I've bled
Perhaps, it was, just all...her med
That put, our love, our one...to bed
'Fore, was such...a life, we've led
Even 'fore, we both...had wed
Presumed this day, would come...I'd dread
Just can't believe, how fast, our time...it sped
It was a vibrant,sunlit spring,
When he surprised her with a ring!
In the most beautiful place of all,
In the white gazebo, next to the
heavily ivied, wall.
All her life she had dreamed of a
moment like this.
With her handsome prince on his
knee,implanting a sweet kiss.
Considerate he,kept staring into her
tear-filled eyes!
They both knew their future ahead,
would be a fulfilling surprise.
A home, the welcomed sound of children's feet.
A warm fireplace, was in their future to greet.
September 13, 2020
8:00pm PST
!
hell
above
the tree line
man digging in
implanting spikes
deep in your rock skin
chaining with ego's ropes
the mountain fighting back
with ice pick wind and avalanche
sweeping ticks to the dark crevasse
man wants to steal your diamond crown
plant their skull and crossbones in your soul
your wish is to add another bone to the brooch
AS ONE.
Sweet things happen,
But not all of a sudden,
The banner over life,
The general language in the heart of mankind,
The same feeling witnessed by different races.
Our faces are different,
***** and coloured not the same,
Races of human contrasting to each other,
Some are parted by waters,
Some dwell in island,
Many on mountainous plain ground,
Seeking the adventures of life.
Nature as kind as it is,
Saw the contrastion between men,
And neutralised dichotomy,
Deleting the sloppy hearts,
A poco a poco implanting altruism in minds.
Even without knowing the language,
A good music makes the heart merry,
So is the banner of life called LOVE,
With the gentleness of a dove,
The weak becomes strong where there is love,
Love is adorable.
Everlasting as it is,
Love above all is glamorous,
When it is not abused,
Love is what completes a man.
[in view of valentine]
The world has discovered it's coveted holy grail
To Jules Rimet we honour let the football feast set sail.
Countries unite and teams take flight to a designated host nation
Little kids feed off this passion they tune-in with eager motivation.
Anticipation even before any ball is kicked or flicked
Back pages with fake news has our minds playing tricks.
Will he start will he not toys yanked from the cot
What's more at least we are entertained somewhat.
It takes us away from the 9-5 the same old mundane
Propels us into a four year galaxy the game beautifully insane.
From the old to the young the whole world will celebrate
Sole-stomping satisfaction our diverse planet will vibrate.
There will be scandals, errors, misdemeanours all documented
There will amazing goals, tricks, bad refereeing decisions all commentated.
What a beautiful notion thought of by that man Mr. Rimet
Implanting the WC in our lives from 1930 to present day.
You dont have to be moved,
we are already in a revolution
A different kind, one where futures are decided on couches in front of the television.
One which undoes it all
Implanting the seeds that usurp
men and women; both old and young along with their hot blooded ideals.
I make a imaginery toast to a time when we raised fists in unison.
While I watch in much intrigue and an impending sense of horror,
a tide wiping the minds of the free of all that is red
With the sterility of modern celluloid fiction.
The profane fantasies consisting of comic book superheroes fighting crime.
Morphed, rudimentary ideas of justice.
Just another vulgar display of neo liberal superficiality.
Meanwhile my mind wanders far away
To the remote and torrid jungles of nowhere
My comrade mothers her child
who is to be weaned off of her bossom,
It Blissfully titters at the breathtaking landscape now under seige.
As she cuddles her child, her eyes peer into the vastness.
Her heroes are dead, but not her resilience.
To write poetry for me is passionate cause,
At first glance, you might think it's advice,
But with sharing what I think are lessons I’ve learned,
I could save myself making the same mistake twice,
And you pausing to read this might mean we connect?
Winsome poem to help melt the ice.
I've had upstanding souls mentor me in the past,
Old or young, I love comments! Great shtick!
While I do what I can to protect my kazoo,
I don't relish implanting a permanent stick!
I wax on and wax off until meaning just shines,
And the rhythms are hard as a brick!
I am also out looking for natural sounds,
With a music familiar as brook,
Never mind the world crashing or freezing with cold,
Should have movement as smooth as best prose in a book,
Like a sunset that colors the air then is gone!
Poet slides in and out like a crook.
And I go where my passions direct, “Tra La LA,”
With my muse smiling all of the while,
For he/she knows that his/her song is the song that I’ll sing,
And he/she never needs barter or ply me with guile!
My heart’s rhythm in love with his/her marvelous voice,
Feel my awe as he/she walks down the aisle.
Long Tooth
February 25, 2017
It tore my heart apart a time or two
Chance after chance left me to lose
It never did get any better promises to a fool
But I chose to believe bruises were tatoos
Significance in sorry led me back to you
Came from a mortar shooting blanks for clues
I can't deny, I filled them in like a context fool
Never reading between lines ignoring truth
A run on sentence every jury would conclude
Insanity was my plea losing to a goon
Modern day Robinhood snatching souls for jewels
Implanting seeds sprouted using for tools
To continue his raft after coming too
Why do we continue, If it hurts so bad to
Simply because of choices now I have to
Little is known when ignorance apparent
yet those that use it as a weapon arrant,
when implanting seeds of hate
with paradoxical bait,
surly to most of us oh so transparent.
© Harry J Horsman 2015
You who fall - without guidance;
On the streets that never drink the water,
Washing the sidewalks from the muddy footsteps,
Tapping tears on the glass windows,
Clicking the closed doors.
Implanting seduction in the ugly faces
And falling as a homeless child
into wars that sow death
as on the bodies of the victims
Ah. Dear rain...
If I could tell where you go!
If I could tell how you sleep!
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