Boys will be boys, should we change our approaches?
It invades our society, infesting like cockroaches.
Is it something that we unfairly blame on our coaches?
Or should we instead stop this before it encroaches?
Is it time to call time on this self-destructive trait?
Something we excuse with ‘it’s only banter mate’.
Instead, should we consider our words and our deeds?
Humility, equity, kindness, what we need to succeed.
I’m lying on the edge of a dark drifting ceiling,
Too far below, yet falling through reeling.
This bed of clouds brings comfort but teeming,
The buzzing of insects infesting the dreaming.
Bed-bound by bolas which winding by brain,
Dizzying in effort while I untie in strain.
Cries muffled by specks that trample the feigned,
Droning ‘til deaf, again silent in pain.
Falling down to my splintering knees,
Heaven or Hell, the stone will be cast.
Like whiplash, the ground beneath me begins to crack open
As my truth is played out against an apocalyptic backdrop.
Sins weighed against my empathic
compassion,
Caught in riptides of my darkness; will light save me?
Flames lick against my flesh as the vultures circle around.
Pleading to the heavens, I swear my truths are sincere.
I pushed back against those incessant inner
demons
As they flirted with the devil.
But my sanity assimilated, and I plunged down that pit.
Sins took hold, infecting, infesting; the damage that
was already done.
I plead for your unconditional mercy:
Don’t let the razor teeth tear me apart.
Dear Mother, I don't see you
My visits are now due
I can't hear your view
But, your love will rescue
Life is not that interesting
My worries, none is arresting
My mind, prayer is dusting
And sorrow is infesting
Daily routine with no purpose
I greedily fill my little purse
My mind has a serious puss
God and you must bless
Your kind face, I just recall
That makes peace for me fall
I have not a single close pal
My troubles are very tall
I must visit you my mother
I must hug my only brother
My life does wastefully wither
Had left us all our dear father
O- Mother- Life you gave me
Many times, i feel gloomy
Your touch will be balmy
Life is now stormy
At times, I feel very sorry
As, peace, I can't carry
I live with no true merry
Daily to live, I just hurry
O- Mother- Let me be forgiven
I feel you are my real Heaven
By you only, love is given
You are God under the Sun
Let me fall at your feet
Today let us happily meet
This idea itself is sweet
Happy turns my heart-beat
Nothing can stop my visit
At your side, let me sit
And enjoy it bit by bit
Please you kindly permit.
Sluggish swamp water seeps through cypress knee
Looking for the reclusive crocodiles now infesting,
Our air boat skims along the edge of Okeefenochee
Where we spy a prehistoric-like alligator ingesting
What appears to be an unwary otter or fox squirrel
Our guide points out a log laden with sunning turtles
With the reptiles in the swamp, we have no quarrel,
As accelerating our speed, the air boat soon hurtles
Until we reach a fairly secluded lush-covered glade
Hoping to see a cottonmouth searching for prey,
After considerable time in the sun, loving the shade
Unfortunately, for the snake the wrong time of day.
Our lunch is ham sandwiches and a frosty cold beer
As our guide points out a meadow-like field ahead,
Where we’ll likely see a smaller herd of mule deer
And, there the ravishing crocodiles waiting to be fed.
Written June 22, 2022
I solemnly received my first toilet auger
As if it were a knight’s well-tempered sword.
It meant I’d passed my ninety-day audition,
And seemed to me a suitable reward.
And so began my tenure working maintenance
In the nasty nitty gritty of a toxic circumstance.
But I’d scored a small apartment, living duty-free,
So, it was time for starting over’s second chance.
A thousand plus apartments needed tending.
When a work ticket printed, I called dibs.
Seventy buildings built of brick and dreams.
I was privy to the skivvy in all those skeevy cribs.
I’ve encountered many silent tribal totems:
Hindu murti, Christian chi rho, Muslim script.
But no matter the religion of the trouble call,
For every useful purpose, I came suitably equipped.
There were feral cats, roaches, and bedbugs
Infesting hoarders’ floorspace wall-to-wall.
I dealt as best I could with the detritus,
But my biggest stress was over-night on-call.
While paying the price of complete independence
I may sometimes have hammered my thumb.
Though I may be a hack in the handyman trade,
I conducted my final campaign as my army of one.
And I came off a winner.
When reading
and singing
and dancing poetry,
enspiriting Earth's choreography,
I need not check my LeftBrain dominance
at rhetoric's RightWing healing door,
But bring PatriCapitalist Him with me
at least once more
to heal and restore
What EarthMothers wisely preach
and indigenously practice
and adore
No severance
between Earth's natural systemic Truths
and Ego's spiritual reanimation
restoring healthy EarthyBeauty
thriving
resilient abundance
By letting go
of peevishly competitive
LeftBrain dominantly domesticated
satiated
uneducated
about regenerative systemic design
And, thereby RightWing overgrown
predative
desecrating
Former sacredly healthy green climates
now more pathological
by over-petted Anthros
over-self invested,
Earth infesting pests
With voracious AnthroDivine appetities
of LeftBrain dominant parasites
preying on RightBrain prominent
EarthMother feminists
Who now lament,
"Straight White PatriCapitalists:
can't resonantly love with'em,
can't resiliently live without'em."
For the sake of ratings. We've been played again
Media mongrels, rewinding the worst of mankind
in the bowels of primetime
24/7/365 (hog)feed.
Leaving us ununited and completely cleaved and bloodied.
We've been played again by big pharma (those lords of greed).
Poisoning the sheep for short-term profit.
Pushing corrosive chemicals and vague vaccines.
We've been played again by ogre-run governments.
Infesting districts and house seats one by one
with grabbers -never givers,
Anti-American haters and Master race baiters
flag-burning bottom feeders...
Pursuers not of happiness but of mayhem and anarchy.
Godless creatures of the anti-everything.
We've been played again.
Soon after we'd taken in the third stray
hordes of fleas came into our lives
and they came in waves.
Infesting everything in our wake.
They infested our sanity.
Even the downy of our dreams.
We scratched away that entire summer.
I've forgotten what the antidote was.
I think it was a series of flea baths
I remember well the stillness of my skin.
When the madness finally came to an end.
Time has pared our family down.
No cats or children scumbling about.
The house is running on, below empty.
I miss our summer of cats and fleas.
When all looks safe, chafe is at the door
Breaching your peace like never before
Its gruesomeness infesting your mind
Its fulsomeness molesting you more
...How many nations shed their blood
for land they don’t claim as their own?
We crushed the Germans and Japan,
then turned and gave them back their homes.
We could’ve just gone full Roman,
wiped them all out, moved ourselves in,
and we could’ve filled the Middle East
with conquering Americans.
Instead we did the job and left,
would the Chinese have done the same?
they’re still infesting poor Tibet,
Russia annexed part of Ukraine.
The Indians we once fought with,
are now countrymen and voters,
you should be proud of America,
no nation has done it better.
The growing freedom, the success,
the inventions that changed mankind…
these things never get mentioned when
you listen to leftists malign.
They lie about your history,
elevate every single mistake,
and stay silent on all of the things
that make our people truly great.
They like it when you in the dark,
they like it when truth isn’t told,
because that means you reason less,
and are far easier to control.
Reject their constant hate-filled dirge,
don’t let them make you embittered,
you’re a child of America,
you were born to be something better.
He held the torch aloft
fevered flame indignant
forged itself within his eyes
a wrath so kindled
this terrible iniquity
in recognition of its pestilence
all the corruption and the filth
in monument had erected itself
and to disgrace
its lines of perception
etched upon his harrowed face
a grim contempt
and therein a desperate hope
the blood
the gore
robed priests of the temple war
infected with wealth
their spiritual debauch
and all the lives beguiled
infesting the streets of his home
he held the burning truth aloft
he set the fire
and prayed to God
to bring freedom
from the tyranny of Rome
Fiddled : to alter or manipulate deceptively for fraudulent gain, to tamper or interfere with,
to contrive to do something by illicit means or deception, to falsify, to swindle
The pressure boils under the crust
to the point of no containment.
It simmers and flows through the entire ground
infesting the tissue around it.
When it gets to the point that the walls
can no longer hold up they crack.
And some of the pressure gets through to the surface
and the steam cannot be held back.
The danger too often is not seen by the ones
responsible to keep out an eye.
People get hurt who should have been warned
and told to get out of the way.
The volcano it doesn’t pay attention to others
Its pressure and heat have no guidance.
Others must watch and keep track of the thing
To help us avoid the explosion.
Snaking through rocks, flowing on sand
The river sings charm and charity
Infesting the cosmos and the land
The ill-disposed breathe barbarity
Like an orchestra, man’s life may seem
Easy or hard, some keep the accord
For want of goodwill, ethos, or esteem
Playing virtue, some cannot afford
Yet faking and playing, others can fulfill
Masks of goodness they wear only to
Foist on you and me some sickly swill
If only motives, we could see through
Repair shop
Worms and dinosaur blood, toil and fuel,
Doors I’ll hold for you.
Pure, old as moonlight, the marbled
Cloister of your pleasance I’ll affirm
They will come for your museums, my love.
They will come for your big, fine Cadillacs…
choke-weed and cottonmouths infesting gardens.
So what? A fish bait fate this birth hook?
Before thought, beyond need, freed
Because of you, because love is thicker.
Tired of tending? Offering? Hoping a bite?
Nectar, somewhere, prevalent as air?
Seen it? Have you?
The world, the worm turning?
Hungry?
Eat.
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