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Täuschung
A very powerful German feminine noun that’s
replete in certain life situations with shades of
of deception, delusion, and illusion—which, in
turn, depend on certain circumstances and life
experiences which seek the situational power
and force that speaks to and shapes the very
nature of projected and expected outcomes in
another person’s favor or even another group’s
true intention and advantage as a move is made
for one to invariably “strike while the iron is hot,”
whilst ensuring that “all of the other pearls of no
value,” are conveniently cast out to “pigs” who
are the true losers and shall never possess the
real spoils at hand. If you have ever been lied
to, fooled, or deceived, then I am afraid you are
in the sad company of many others in life who
have been similarly affronted in a life’s run.
If this should be the case, I proffer to you, to
never forget the word Täuschung and its real,
teachable meaning in this instance. It’s worth
thinking about. After all, I might also add, that
the famous comedian, W.C. Fields, had once
so poignantly posited the following very famous
expression: “Never Give a Sucker an Even Break.”
Need I say more? I rest my case. Amen! Amen!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
October 14, 2018 (Didactic)
Because of life tormenting me beyond tolerable limits,
I called for a duel in the front of the surging crowd in the square.
Then, he looked at me directly in the eyes
and said mockingly “what made a cowardly person
like you, dare to throw down the gauntlet at me?” and turned back.
I called for his attention, and when he looked back,
I affronted him by lightly slapping his cheek and said
“I ask you to accept my formal request for a duel.”
He told me to set the date and the place, and select the weapon;
I told him without hesitation “a gun and the foot of the mountain
on the night of a full moon.”
Accepting my proposal
he said “who will be the witness?”
“How about the light cloud passing by, though
fog may be too dense, and therefore obstruct vision,
haziness would appeal to the sentiment of one of us who may fall,”
“and it’s better, if there’s a brook nearby, because
we can hear the murmuring water that may soothe
the flaming hatred; the shackle of our predestined evil-bond.”
Near the brook, by the mountain foot, we stood,
holding guns in hand, face to face. Listening to
the rippling water to reaffirm our unfortunate affinity,
under the moonbeam calm and indifferent.
When the light cloud shaded the moonbeam
we turned our back and proceeded five steps each
stepping on the heap of fallen leaves,
and as the cloud cleared
my shadow and his shadow turned again to face to face.
Our outstretched arms at gunpoint
were aiming at each others' heart.
Life told me “fire first,”
I pulled the trigger but missed target;
the empty echo came back to me after it
turned around the hillside stepping on the drifting leaves.
Then, life pulled the trigger;
the bullet pierced my heart and hit the moon,
the fragments of the shuttered moon fell by my feet,
and drifted on the flowing water dyed red with the stream of blood
gushed out from my heart.
amphetamines acquaintanceship assuages
agonizing aches also advocates amorousness
assiduously activating admiration
aggressive attacks assault afoul
affable affinity and affectionadumbration
anatomical accidental addiction attested as academic,
although afterward abnegation absolutely arduous,
affianced attired apparently as an anomaly
Ares and Abyssinian Astarte admixture
acquiescence affliction affected adroitly,
and abruptly abends accessible
altruistic alms axed
albeit admonishing, alluding,
and attributing authored
autonomous anonymous adroit arriviste agents
accompanying as accomplished accomplices
accredited ace advertisers
applaud ascendent assaults amidst agonizing appeals
acting all acrimoniously apropos
avowedly ardently, and antagonistically, agitating
appositely advocating ancillary assistance
addict adrift afloat anchors away
along, among, and an alias archenemy -
adorned abominable assassin alters ambition
adroitly, aggressively, absolutely
addict announces asseveration
against avid admonishment
alarmingly annulling authentic affiliation
anew anonymous ability acclaims alignment
aegis actually adversarial abetting attrition appetite
acceleration ascendent after aplenty anesthetization
additionally activating arced analogous arrow
advancing added abdominal and arterial agony
abject ambivalence arrests accomplishments attainable
any artistic avocation absconded
asper auditorial approbation, animadversion
artificial aggrandizement abrogates astuteness
appropriate adjudication affronted
alternative afforded amnesty about acing audioslave
as ambition assumes arriviste affectation
already appalling alacrity awakens amendment
although Awol administration adamant
acrimonious affront agonizingly attributable
announces another afterworld
apparent ailing apparition
ardent allegiance asking anyone appreciable affix
apathy abounds attending apriorism allotment.
That 9/11 Day
I was eager that day,
Just as I was
Any other day,
To start my work,
And state the statistics,
Discourage clientelle,
Validate company antics,
Embrace others
When I thought would,
Make a good share price,
Positive returns,
No dice,
But when I reached
The door of my room,
A heard the most horrific
Boom:
No way out,
No hope,
No exceptions,
No dope,
No perceptions,
No scope,
No connections,
To help you cope;
No person,
To assist,
With the problem,
To list
Your objections,
To the phenomenon,
The horrific phenomenon,
Death, war, stench,
Which was never,
Expected,
Predicted,
Asserted,
Affronted,
Depicted,
Contrasted,
Batted,
Punted,
Posited,
Spotted,
Pounded,
Chatted,
Painted,
Lifted,
Forecasted,
Calculated,
Forwarded,
Gaited,
Grunted,
Projected,
Postulated,
Supposed,
Macerated,
Vaginated…
Portended,
Aggravated,
Criminated,
Presented,
Charted,
Founded,
Surfeited,
Attracted,
Prompted,
Forwarded,
Bayonetted,
Fermented,
Antedated,
Refracted,
Stated,
Pronated.
It never resonated,
It just exploded.
It was hell,
Heat, smoke, dust,
‘Cos somebody was angry…
The devil:
ISIS.
She lived to be the oldest of a staid,
unremarkable bourgeois family.
Lavender and off-white lace,
complemented her black ruffled attire.
She played the Granddame with much aplomb,
the matriarch of her passionless clan.
Occasionally her offspring
and her offspring’s offspring came to her for money,
a few with questions, appeals, unctuous compliments
She offered only sneers, curled and haughty lips.
In her days there were giants on earth,
they did not reach just for the middle shelves.
Their thoughts were painted hot-air balloons,
they imagined rocket ships made out of
bicycle parts.
Was it her fault that humanity had shrunk?
Day after day she gave audience
to unimaginative midgets, the small minded
affronted by her regal demeanor.
When she died they gathered
to pick the spoils, unfortunately for them
she had long disinherited her fortune
considering her kindred all just cheap satin
stitched over bovine buttocks.
It was an island of piety
out of place in Port Adelaide’s
working class sea of pubs.
Off the main road,
St Mary’s was a refuge
for the Catholic faithful
and a few wino’s
pretending a prayer
for an hour of sheltered warmth.
Three masses on a Sunday
drew a dwindling crowd.
My grandmother,
dressed in her best
with the mandatory hat,
went to the 10.30.
It was a mass
for the elderly and the young
hung over
after a late night binge.
I cut my teeth there
on the grim chew
of its doctrine.
Back then latin rattled through
its wheezy lungs.
Old, dark, paint peeled,
it always seemed a breath away
from its last.
Creaking pews, polished
to a shine by a century
of sliding bums, would advertise
when you were late.
Stained glass windows
filtered sunlight
through a panorama of pain.
I was baptized by that wash
of joyless light.
Almost gone, St Mary’s
was resuscitated by Italians
keen to cage a stake.
Their statue of the Virgin Mary
poked a Mediterranean finger
into the collective Anglo eye.
Jewelry dripped, imposing
and ornate, she affronted
local tastes.
Statues were for background,
guardians of peripheral regions
placed to arrest
a wandering eye
and bring it back to God.
This Italian Virgin Mary
stood like a crowned colossus.
The old bishop’s ghost,
they say,
still wanders the church
shackled to his guilt.
Mary McKillop hovers
in his tormented head.
She's gone to God and sits
a newly minted saint.
The church grows smaller.
Lodged like a barnacle
on Port Adelaide’s rusted hull
it still hangs on.
The Italian Virgin Mary
now seems at home
and looks down
on rows of vacant pews.
Outside - shoppers pass in haste
to serve more fickle gods.
she had lost the plot long before in an insane labyrinth of her mind
trapped in the rat race of high speed and the volume on full blast
incarcerated shackled and straight jacketed thumb screws and all
contorting denial delusion and psychedelic support to no valid avail
and the wall of her self-imposed prison was barbed with wire of pain
the maze of synaptic connections discharged commands of unreason
torturous wheels of cognition failed to balance fierce contradictions
twisting and hurting she succumbed to a myriad of fake solutions
turning the tourniquet tight to receive the message of brown sugar
winding serpentine paths misconstrued from temptation and promise
and still the garden remained a wasteland of intemperate indignation
she had fallen off the wagon so many times that the engine had stalled
sinews lay bare under a sinuous array of purulent scars and punctures
a tattered puzzle of perplexed bewilderment awaiting the ultimate shot
the heroine submerged in near namesake poison in face of the needle
as the epitaph neared completion and the funeral cortege proceeded
she prayed and surrendered to a white knuckling ride of withdrawal
dragons danced with cold turkeys on her tomb stone but they refused
to relinquish hope for affronted vultures puked at sight of her ghost and
she recalls near death experiences and abstinence as a miraculous gift
25th June 2020
a lot of intrigue, plenty of danger and a little bit of romance
a fatal conspiracy, God's destiny with a touch of bribery and finance
the Bible's book of Esther reads like a modern novel that contains all these things
but the book of Esther never mentions the Lord God by His name
even thougth the Lord God's name is not written
the presence of the Lord is certainly not hidden
King Xerxes of Persia had a feast and was in a drunken stance
when he ordered Queen Vashti to come forth and perform a risque dance
Queen Vashti refused to abide by the King's drunken request
the King was so affronted that he kicked out of the royal nest
King Xerxes was a ruler with a weak constitution
easily swayed by others in his royal conclusions
influenced by his cronies he signed many decrees and unfair laws
to inebriated and unable to see that they were flawed
with Queen Vashti now exiled the King desired to attain a new queen
and that was when a comely Jewish maiden arrived on the scene
her heritage and nationality remained unknown to the monarchy
until the day King Xerxes signed a most horrendous decree
a plot was put into place, its purpose to destroy the Jews
so Queen Esther urged by her Uncle Mordecai knew what she had to do
and despite the fact that her actions would put her life on the line
she saw the hand of God at work and knew that this was now her time
for such a time as this her mission was to be an agent for the Lord
her destiny was to make right a wrong and put all in accord
destined for greatness by following God's holy instructions
destined for greatness to save a nation from total destruction
God is in charge and will use any woman or man
to fulfill His promises according to His master plan
God is sovereign and He's in total control
so give Him all the glory when He defines for you your role
Queen Vashti's removal allowed Queen Esther to be in a place
positioned by the hand of God to provide her people His saving grace
for nothing in life in coincidence, it's all God's destiny
according to His Holy Word that is the prophecy
destined for greatness for such a time as this
the Bible's book of Esther a story that should not be missed
Recumbant redundancy
Came t'coil and careen 'round the rails of goosen flesh heels
Strained the frame of my mortal fallibility
And estranged mine name from the cankering collage of mine colleagues in arms
'ggressively agrieved mine mantled place and mounting crown
That hath e'er now oxidise down the stairs of mine life
Racked mine train and affronted frame of thought
For one was reticent in their regiment
Now, e'er dulled thee t'the dole,
O dewy-doe eye'd,
Such shall surely swallow thee whole
Haunted to pleasantries, t'the gaunt face before thee
None graver than the ashen grave 'fore I
Ghoulishly reposed, to enclose and envelope,
My writing hand loosen'd in a lousy attempt,
To evade, to prolificate, and feed the face of the market rate.
And with a bow, I shall forsake my latent escape
And one shall take their monthly crown, without rebate.
21//12//25
It was Saturday evening when we had our date,
I was so prepared and assured that I won’t be late!
Preparing everything for my one true girl,
She makes me smile and makes my round world swirl.
Sitting on a chair and so quite nervous.
She slowly walked in and was so delirious.
Fireworks were sparkling everywhere,
Felt like I was in a place called Madison Square.
I was about to give this fake roses of love,
Gently smiling like a sweet scent in the cove.
You got so mad and felt so insulted.
These fake roses were ill terribly affronted.
I held your hands and tried to say my words.
“Hear me darling and feel these broken chords!”
Fake roses won’t rot like those pretty skies in blue.
It’s forevermore and that’s how I so love you.