You thought the application was the hardest part
Without actions you have to share your heart
While your talking you're wishing to read their mind
Are their thoughts of you nice, pleasant or unkind
Why do we have to be interrogated just for a job
By looking at me you can't tell if I'm a lazy slob
Yes I'm nervous and shaking trying to impress you
My words and experience is all what's going to make do
Don't judge my past actions and mistakes
Please i was young then, give me a break
Your chance is in their hands no matter what you say or do
I think we all have felt this way when going on an interview.
When Mark reached heaven
He expected to be interrogated.
He was used to this.
No one asked him anything.
He thought he would be judged.
This was his go-to-position.
No one judged him.
He thought death meant dead.
Not realizing he had a soul.
Mark had gotten it all wrong.
What is poetry…well
Y’know, like when
A thought is captured by an idea
Held hostage
By a pencil
Interrogated
By itself
Answering wordlessly
If I knew
……………would it still be poetry
I forgive
I forgive your arrogance
Matched by your ignorance
Interrogated by malevolence
I took you condescension
Your hidden intentions
Your lying invention
Politeness deterred prevention
I’m glad there was no extension
David Cox 31/03/24
Interrogated, tortured
And killed (dissolved in acid)
Just the way
The Government had willed and ordered.
An oppositional voice
Finally stilled.
On the home soil
His blood was spilled.
Exposing the cruelty of our government
And their sick agents
Who hatched such a heartless plot.
If you think Batman is tough, you should meet his Gran.
She is nail-tough, agreed Leroy, Tony, Jack and Stan.
You can’t get anything past her, she has an evil eye.
This was added to the conversation by another guy.
Gran gave us her disapproving condesending eye that afternoon at two.
We hoped it was all we would be getting, that she was through.
She took out the spotlight and interrogated us all too.
Throwing our answers back at us as if they were overdue.
Is she a detective or what? Someone asked Batman.
Not sure, he said, but give her answers the best you can.
She will not take no for an answer, you cannot snow her either.
Here is an extra inhaler in case you need an extra breather.
The jury sits stoic and pensive with unwavering eyes
Set upon me like a lock on prey
Persecution for the crime of being small
Groundless accusation I have yet to discern
Though it seems the world has already done so
I am by fault a timid being
Created, it seems, by a mind set on juxtaposition
I am neither here nor there
Neither bright nor shadow
I stand with shaking knees
Sit with shaking hands
Interrogated for moments or hours
I’ve been forced to shrink
Forced to fold into myself,
But I am the one standing before a judge
The verdict readies itself to change a life
I receive my sentence with salted, glass eyes
Doomed to life without a chance
-s.grace
“Objects of Affection”
Objects of affection
drop like white marbles
from the sky
we love to look
to our heaven
for all kinds
of angels
all’s fair in
love and war
when faith
and belief
in a stronger
unified existence
that type of love, denied
trust
walks out the door
along a fine sharp line
sucked into that endless place
where the black ball
is dropped,
compartmentalised
life interrupted
for the unheard
taken down
by the unnecessary
silent swift intervention,
interrogated, eviscerated,
true autopsy, denied
what is love
to the alienated
gone AWOL alien
true fabric
orchestrated
by the external
as something other,
superficial,
the internal, inconvenient,
briefly recognised
worthless feelings
buried deep, the complex
compartmentalised
non-copacetic;
by the artificial copacetic
written off blithely,
non-evolutionary
the revolution de-loused,
time spent of no importance,
touch and emotions
clinically extinct
love
unknown
life
unrecognised
of unknown origin
unidentified
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
I am being interrogated about the void.
But the void is not complete without me.
Each day, being permeated again.
With a whisper that drags me.
With the strong grip of a lonely shadow.
I am not complete without the void.
One picture appears to be ovaries.
said our rosaries
please protect our ovaries
here and overseas
on sabbatical
that had become tactical
being radical
investigated
then we had contemplated
interrogated
seemed stimulated
proving prevaricated
so poorly stated
had tolerated
was never educated
eradicated
while an allusion
would have caused much confusion
disturbed by delusion
Whether blessings or cursed,
There's an innate need to know of our
Existence through time and space.
Where cause and effect are
Constantly interrogated, to extract
Answers that confound and embrace.
Our explorations have not been
Empty, yielding clues to the puzzles
That we find.
As we seek the smallest components,
That are the building blocks of all
Creation in our mind.
We have uncovered some directions
In dimension, as spatial and temporal
Frames are construed.
While we briefly gaze at the quantum
Fields, looking to harvest that crop
That has accrued.
This journey may travel to the infinite,
Leaving us in the dark with matters
That remain void.
Yet if our progress can propel us
Forward, we may envision and
Comprehend what's been deployed.
Hello,
my name is Mr. Ratman
I've been injected twice
with an experimental vaccine
get nasal swabbed three times a week
i wear a rag on my face consistently
i get temperature screened
get symptom interrogated daily
i keep 6 feet away from society
i wash my hands until they're
the color of ripened cherries
Now they're talking booster shots
nothing will ever be good enough...
after all viruses by nature never
never walk away from a rave.
Is it really all about global health and well being
or is it about population control and profit
the N.I.H handed the Wuhan lab millions of greenbacks
father Gates was heavy into eugenics-planned parenthood
A rotten apple never falls far from the tree...of death
I just thank our silent God that its not a rectal swab.
Devil:Marlboro Black
It started with a knock at the door
And a polite request to go with them
If there was any resistance it was dealt with
By taser or silenced pistol
Those taken are cuffed and led to a van
Thrown into the back then roughed up
They won’t see their loved ones again
First they’re processed
Then interrogated
Beaten some more
Locked in a cell
Totally fecking naked
Fed bread and water
Filmed for propaganda
Then cleansed
Existing no more…
Juniper’s Daughter: Fookin' Weech
Nick Armbrister
In darkest of caverns it exists
down deep past the fertile loam
it comes
it comes
eruptions of fire
burning/yearning
bosoms blossoming
blood rush of red
banging a booming chest
it carries
more than consequence
caring where feel conquers lust
swinging from vines and chandelier
an infernal beast
howling underneath her moons
caught up amongst the goddamn tease
oh how does one please
distanced but intrigued
interrogated
sentenced to life/death of need
of greed
words whipped out
inching ever closer
with utter ease
dopamine dripping amid minds
electric slides
moments of wanton bliss
the lion, his pride
enticing inspiration
devoured
ripped out from the vespers
seducing all we beg, we find
The Beheading of John the Baptist
Inside a dungeon, a man is shackled;
Where instruments are employed to inflict
Pain on him while being interrogated;
To confess to crimes, he did not commit.
Above, a damsel dances for Herod,
A gift of pleasure set by her mother.
In a stupor, he rewards Salome
With John the Baptist’s head on a charger.
Herodias’s revenge from a tyrant’s boast
Of lust for a child lives in infamy;
As John’s disciples mourn his headless corpse.
The living will demand answers from Christ.
And forgiveness for their faults without works,
And want acceptance into paradise.
***
References:
Matthew 14:1-12
Mark 6:14-29
Luke 9:7-9
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