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Youtube Man-Del-Ah

Man-Del-Ahhh!!  By skitzo  
Man
Del
Ahhh
Is, was the 
Majesty of Peace
From south Af-ri-ca x2
Nelson Mandela, embodied forgiveness, which is to 
Humble ones spirit
And let go of past aggressions committed upon you
Gracefully seeking mutual peace which is sought by equal
Justice
For the masses not for the few
Man
Del
Ahhhh
Is, was, the
Majesty of Peace
From south af-ri-ca
Worldwide black people, and even dark skinned people
Who don’t consider themselves black
Still catch flack
And even with genetic proof we really are all black, from afro DNA
At least genetically my brother Cain still be
Out to downtrodden me	Ma-aannnn-Del A
My brother, look fella, blessed and cursed like the Moor
In the story of Othella, I mean OTHELLO
You know, hating on anther cause God’s creations are so
Like black Rob coined, “WHOA!”
Varied, and beautiful like everything, every where
On this planet, and in the solar system of our sun
Man
Del
Ahhhh
Is, was, the 
E. Pluribus Unium, Majesty of Peace
From South Af-ri-ca, Unlike Any other ONE

Man I tell ya, I thank the creator of all the Universe
That dude
Man
Del
Ahhh
Is, was, the 
Majesty of Peace from
South Af-ri-ca


Premium Member The Angel

The Angel

Heart of Peace

In the hills and glens of the Bosnian homelands
Roamed the Serbian chetniks, with swords of the devil
In the name of nationalism
Raping and killing, burning and pillaging
Their aggressions they called it defending

Carkic the rapist of all of humanity
Drank himself to a stupor
To hide his soul from his very own gods
As he burned the villages, children and all
How can such evil stand so tall?

From the ruble of hate, and Serbian addictions
There rises an angel from the concentration camps
Malice none, for her heart is filled with compassion
She listens to the victims, her kindness is her fashion
Esmuda Mujagic, content to build bridges to rainbows true

She is an angel of inspirations
Asking only for warmth for the victims of torture
No reprise is sought, only admissions of truth
So through forgiveness, life can mend and flourish
Instead arrested and harassed

The soldiers of Serbia, still carrying on

Premium Member Unwritten Absence

I see it right there, the subtle changes, 
As you tuck those toes underneath your tights, 
Fighting behind silences and sickening sunrises, 
Contain yourself, you might cross a fire you can’t outcry, 
I can hardly see those eyes through the mirror, hollowing through like a swirling tip of a tornado, 
As if muffled drums were held still on cotton gloves, 
The tiny twitches as you twist those thoughts, 
Drowning in words to the point you see no light, 
I guess your lips have learnt the lungs of quiet, 
And your tears have tasted grace of terrors, 
You’ve gone far enough and I hope you find north, 
Walking in shattered bones one too many times, 
Swimming through waves like a forgotten shadow,  
Forgive me for this outrageously unwritten absence, 
Pretending perfection while these veins remain paralyzed,
What more of your heart is left to give, 
When you’ve played it like a tune with a broken grove, 
The beastly blues voicing it’s protective aggressions, 
Maybe one day I’ll love you out loud and all your shortcomings, 
In the meantime I shall learn to make peace with breaths you take.

Premium Member War Is A Waste Of Precious Young Blood

War is a waste of precious young blood
War is a waste of fresh natural resources
War is as bad as a raging and vile flood
War is evil if you understand the sources
The reasoning behind such unnecessary
Aggression and the violence and the vanity
Which are cowardly robbing and destroying
Mankind. War is bad. War is a very bad thing
War is evil and criminal
War is mortal and abnormal.

War is a waste for the perpetrators and the victims
War is a waste for all. But peace comes like dreams
Distant dreams. Peace is more precious than money
Diamond, gold, silver and all other precious metals
Said a very eloquent brother who deserves all medals
Ever invented by famous and powerful institutions
Give us peace, not evil wars dear highly divine Almighty
Help men learn from past errors and nugatory aggressions
War is unnatural and abysmal
War is lethal and inimical.

Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Form: Rhyme

A school office

A school office.
A chair.
A boy.

A strained smile,
Owned by the principal,
He claims this was not an easy decision
He pretends to care -
The boy is expelled.
Distraction, aggressive, non-compliant
Nothing more, nothing less,

His crime: a multitude of reasons 
A perfect score on his test,
Impossible, he is miles further than the rest -
Of the class,
He claims it is suspicious
Boys like ‘him’ don’t usually achieve success
Next -

Yelling at the the teacher, 
For making multiple insensitive comments
Micro-aggressions passing for ‘truth’
The teacher, has a history of complaints,
From fellow black youths.
The teacher is white -
We already know whose side the principal will choose
These were never crimes,
They just couldn’t buy the black boys silence -
So they resort to calling him violent

The principal stands up,
He claims there is nothing he can do
That is a lie, we all know the truth,
He just couldn’t control the black student


Evil Lives

The world speaks of tragedy and questions
   was it hate, terrorism or less tempered aggressions,
those are the words news makers use so competitively
   but history is sadly, inconsolably repetitive.
there it is again, another bomber exploding
  to entice the world into imploding.

Deep in the quiet tears of our revealed hearts
   weeps silently the saddened fears of how or why it starts.
Because you look a little different,
   because your faith makes you more belligerent;
because your country is not like mine
   and immigrants flock to leave their lives behind.

A country and its philosophies grew far too liberal
   much the same as these not quite so new but visceral.
Peace is too somber, to boring to live forever
   war, hate and death satisfy a more greedy pleasure.
Land and hubbles torn apart and laws put asunder
   so that masked warriors can more easily kill and plunder.

Building stones and beams, blood and bodies lie in rubble
   guilt and innocents, the count increased and then redoubled.
Police, firefighters, mayors, senators, premiers and presidents
   conversate, condemn and censure with grandiose dissent.
and
Still the evil lives burning forever images into our eyes,
   two towers falling from the sky.
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Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Beast Feast

Lean into me Luv,
abandon the logic of romance,
be naked in the nature of my need,
pant openly as weightlessness prickles your pink parts,

Tonight I do not want your love,
I don't deserve it anyway, a villian in exhuberance,
I just want the secrets of your sex, without plead,
to suck the salt of your secretion, feed on the spray of your darts,

Slaking my savagery with the skin of your submission,
unlocking the vault with nimble pick, to teach with a spanking stick,
having that naughty nook spilling a confession of capitulation, dizzy dilation,
an Angel of excess, I place your safety on a shelf of disarray, caution on delay,

I want to ravage the basement of your beauty, finding hot boxes of remission,
rummaging the attic of your aggressions with the precision of a magic trick,
I don't need you to be my nurse, a Nightengale of negligent rehabilitation,
I don't want the chill of charity, just the alarm of your domination in dismay,

Melt upon the mercy of my meat,
let me take the wet wisdom of your woman's weapon
smear it along the dagger of my undiagnosed demolition,
under a Blood Moon your body will flex without rest, hesitation does retreat,
I gently grip your throat, as I feel your moan in the soft palm of my hand's vindication -

J.A.B.

Premium Member Unconditional Selfregard

Opportunities to rest
in unconditional self-regard
also present risks
of unmitigated narcissism.

While self-respect
is my prerequisite
for pursuing resonant win/win integrity's 
full bodied potential savor
flavor
favor

MeWe co-passion
for EgoSelf
as also part of
sacred EcoOther
co-arises global
unconditional 
regard for healthy life
over harmful death
and all conscious 
curious creatures
in-between Alpha
and Omega
great transitions.

Ego wealth of self/other compassion
values love
above all else,
although perhaps more could be said
for an unconditionally regarded
sense of humor,

Ego/EcoSystemic joyful
resilient compassion
remains cooperatively therapeutic
powering through competitive
narcissistic trauma histories

Of win/lose closeted
micro-aggressions
miscommunicating
what was originally intended
to express warm unconditional regard
for oneself
as part of cherished Other

Dipolar
(not bipolar)
co-arising regard
co-gravitating toward
a shared sense of healthy humor

Which is a loving fruit
of the Holy Spirit
the serious narcissist lacks
in his dominating patriarchal
capitalist
anthrosupremacist
EarthView

Of unconditional
LeftBrain prominently learned
disregard
for empowering cooperatively curious
and warm
and enlightened joyful
bipartisan caring co-relationships

Loving 
open
transparent
vulnerable
non-judgmental
means compassionate 
unconditional Me-and-We
integrally cooperative regard

For opportunities to rest
in unconditional self-regard
despite past
and present 
and future risks
of unmitigated 
LeftBrain monopolizing
monoculturing
monotheistic 
snarky narcissism.

Premium Member Drought

Dry skies scorch the earth, and skin shrinks to bone.
Heat sticks on teeth like obstinate plaque.
When nature's passive aggressions attack,                     
silenced rain ~ ruins seeds ~ yields beds of stone.

Misty eyes melt quickly ~ tears are prone. 
It's all straw, opines the widow with a wilted back. 
Dry skies scorch the earth, and skin shrinks to bone.
Heat sticks on teeth like obstinate plaque.

Dogs die, crops rot, cats run hot, cows moan. 
Sorrows rise with the sun also ~ too bright is black. 
Wilted widow folds at the knees for her abysmal lack.
Palms locked, cradling the final petal she will own.
Dry skies scorch the earth, and skin shrinks to bone.
Form: Rhyme

The Watchers

They stay in the background
 stating a useless union still self-centered
 powerless, ill-prepared, inept entity of promises,
 the verbiage of false hopes with all the dos and donts,

watching, waiting, predicting, and anticipating
 another's demise into servitude rationalized
 with lie and innuendo, pseudo promises, outright lie,
 treaties made never intended to be kept;

an envious and jealous desire of possession 
 over control, land and people, ever transitory
 it never seems to end, forgetful of history's lessons
 never once learning the realities of truth;

self-indulgent arrogance and ignorance
 internal self-gratification to be more
 bound by useless rhetoric and threat
 and the human race reverts ever backward;

how long do we watch from distant shores?
 as humanity fades into the past aggressions
 back to the dust and earth in regression
 of time in restart?
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