Often
words that
condemn
offer salvation
Their
juxtaposition
the blink
of an eye
What starts
to indict
turns into
redemption
The turn
of a phrase
their meaning
— belies
(The New Room: March, 2025)
.
The day i learn'd
Not
To say no
Mine indict
hern countenance
tolerate
fangz
mine
sequester'd
If you can't beat him, indict him
If he goes up in the polls, convict him
If he is more popular than ever, imprison him
If he will win by a giant landslide, murder him
If he lives on through his populist movement, smear him
If his movement takes over the world, you always loved him.
Sometimes it happens when you search for tranquility but, you don't get it anymore,
Sometimes I do for right purpose but, it never remains for good anymore....
Sometimes I think to please everyone but, don't know why it never remains anymore....
Sometimes I make ally but, they no longer remains with me anymore....
Sometimes little things fulfill you up with euphoria but, this euphoria never remains with me anymore....
Sometimes this world always indict you but, never remains to be with you anymore....
Sometimes I scamper away from all that I suffered but, it never give up on anymore....
Sometimes when you find a lithe but, it does not remains soft anymore....
Sometimes this life gives you everything but, does not give you satisfaction anymore....
Sometimes I hush myself but, never ask for anything anymore.
Our words are our
resumes and biographies –
one's soul does not hide
in one's statements. We
self-proclaim. Self heal
or indict. Our lyrics, our
rhymes, are reflections
of a human spirit manifest
in the sentient world of
physical reality:
How far one has come,
or if to travel well beyond,
is a reckoning for one's
heart-led being –
Let us pray...and then yield,
to Higher, and far Better
judgment, before our text
is written – Poets live and
die by the Word!
The turning sphere of history remains without merit
Until we earn again for ourselves that which we inherit;
The open window admits the gifter and the grifter.
Passionate pages seeking to be filled with meaning,
Accept copy and paste solutions without fact checking;
The illusion’s brilliance blinds.
Freedoms won with the sacrifice of patriots inveterate
Are ceded to a siren’s song by a servile electorate;
A vote for the melody no matter the lyrics.
The anomaly becomes a tool to indict a group
By extrapolation in a never ending loop;
So many so willingly led by so few.
A kaleidoscope of human mutations vying chaotically to be begot.
Is this what six billion years of random opportunism has wrought;
*****sapiens, the symphony, played to discordant notes?
Sword Of Justice
Sword of justice indict a bogus Gilgamesh
An apathetic ghoul condemned embodying arrogance above kindness
Dark and ominous intent bound to abolish
Inherent freedom of expression beside justified inquests by the press
Impotence with bias grievously intermesh
Abandoning bodies littered amidst landscape chanting their bitterness
Noxious world of lies desiccate rotten flesh
While oxygen deserts his breath as waves of tears drown forgiveness
"This is a tirade aimed at those who will go to extremes to pursue and
achieve their obnoxious, evil, and heartless intentions to rule and remain
on top of the food chain. In the United States, one such entity almost
turned this nation into an autocracy.
12/24/17
2:54 p.m.
West Palm Beach
Florida USA
Indict Trump House Is Proceeding
Trump told many lies while impeding;
Towards destruction country is leading;
Often pausing;
Trouble causing;
Indict him House plans on proceeding.
Jim Horn
I knew a man who wanted all his life to just be right
He challenged every question, every doubt he would indict
And though he struggled earnestly, and battled hard and long
The best that one could say was … that at least he wasn’t wrong
The Society for the Appreciation Of Chocolate Iced-Cream
Is it so innocent as its name makes it seem?
A club who'd name Chocolate the iced-cream supreme -
Is not its very existence obscene?
They say Chocolate's richness of flavor is best
With its sweet, creamy contours who'd not be impressed?
But by so saying there's more they suggest
To cherish Chocolate's to indict all the rest!
This appeal to purity we must resist
Celebration of Chocolate's a denial of Twist
Neapolitan surely is next on their list
Of the iced-creams they think should no longer exist
And so let us act on the matter at hand
We will legislate by the People's demand
Any notion of flavor right out of the land
Aren't we harmonious now (if bland)?
November 19, 2017
Musician's notes can sound unearthly powers,
Astounding hearers' eyes with blinding thunders.
The painter's brush can stroke insightful hours,
Surprising viewers' ears with deaf'ning wonders.
Presenting sounds unviewed and sights unheard,
The writer's pen can eyes and ears astonish.
Art's trinity is music, paintings, words;
Yet oft do artists' senses numb, admonish.
Rehearing sounds, musician's ears indict.
Reviewing sights, the painter's eyes confound.
Resenting words, the writer's senses spite.
Their art's at surface false, in truth profound.
So spite despite, for musing faults and flaws
Do grace disgrace with rousing earthly awes.
Adrift in your eyes
The night is deep
I search raven skies
I cannot speak
What is this embrace
Held to your darkness
I touch your face
I feel the starkness
The powers that be
This mysterious night
Have come unto me
Your rule they indict
I am left to grovel
Desire unyielding
A lecherous hovel
A whim to your wielding
8/4/17
Dine like kings of yore
Savor the relish meant
For lips and hips
As selections indict the mind
Towards crimes we all can
Afford and appreciate
Thwart the slab who conjures joy
In its sublime, mere presence
Make it your own to meet needs
Which wiggle beyond your reach
Settle in with family
Who seize nourishment
Some of yours
Some of theirs
Sum is fine
And in unison or arbitration
We all give way
To the voracious id
We've all been taught
And meant to be.
(3/12/08)
I’d like to turn you in
Point you out
Trick you
You, who evaded me
In my nightly dreams
Like sweat stuck against my skin
Clinging to my skull
Grabbing ferociously
And would not let me go
You are a beauty, my nemesis
And my downfall
Let them catch you
Weigh and indict in the name of injustice
And if they take you
I will still love you
Enamored, infatuated
Blinded by your apparition
Never forget you
Nor your vision
Though you deserve
All the agony
Mosaic tablets are not monoliths.
It all depends (despair, or last best hope?)
whatever end of Tocqueville’s telescope
you happen to be viewing. One man’s myths
are gospels to another. Freedom fighters,
or filthy terrorists? A vexing ton
of evidence encumbers Lexington.
Our certain self-assertion might indict us.
A foreign army’s trampling our soil,
despoiling farms and cottages at will?
We’re justified (according, then, to Hoyle)
in using violence? It’s never quite as
simple as they say, those righteous writers.
Is Dien Bien Phu so far from Bunker Hill?
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