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Destiny demands that we be the debtor
that we sacrafice for the skin of our future,
We left the cradle of the Caucasuses to explore,
to plant the dreams of our Creator,
venturing into the virgin chaos
where the tiger tears apart the trespasser
We made the way, we made love with our Cause,
following the highway of the emerald pasture
from the Euxine to the shimmer of the Yellow Sea
finding war and wealth in the weight of adventure
subduing savages with frightening ferocity
managing frontiers with a proud mercy,
leaving behind our blood's legacy
trading safety for salt, vanity for victory,
Trading safety for salt, vanity for victory
coming home to the Black Sea
introducing steel smelting and a taste for head hunting,
scalping Cimmerians with glee
assailing the Assyrians
extorting Egyptians
respected by Hellenes
dominating Asiatic Indians
cabletowing Celts
and pouncing on Persians,
Phoenicians filled their boats
with exotic Scythian goods,
We were collectors of civilised throats,
our empire needs no roads
Our empire needs no roads,
Saka, Sauromatae, Massagatae, Tocharians, Scythians
We are One, ancient craftsmen and warlords,
our women were the Amazons
Cauterized breast and soldier slayers
Tomyris taught Cyrus
that bloodbaths belong to the losers,
the Scythian wilderness of war jeered Darius,
Zopyrion was made carrion
Alexander wisely just carried on,
to the Romans we were Sarmatian and Hun
Scythes being ancestors to the Gothic Confederation,
a culture canvassing the breadth of all civilization
migrating ever westward into the echo of the sun,
Migrating ever westward into the echo of the sun
bringing our wagons, warcraft, and women
custom of the blood oath quietly open
the wine, and honest blood spun
the two of us swearing in between a lifelong stare
will you be there
when I'm scared,
will you care
when death is there,
will you wait for me
when the war barks near,
will you honor me
when the fire becomes just a whisper,
our oath is our soul keeping
J.A.B. 2020
Greatest Treasure
I want to write it all
Down
For you
To live this life and
Live it through and though
I want to swim
In the Black Sea
Salt soaked
Never even close
To sinking
I want to grasp each moment
Like
A
pineapple where I am
Ripping away at the flesh
And letting its juces drip down
My
Face
I want to float
Along
The amazons
Without a compass
I’ ll use the sun as my guide
The alligators yawn good morning
And I will
Ponder
AM I THEIR BREAKFAST?
I
Hear a rustling among the tri-layered forest
The
Monkeys playing their silly games peer down upon me
And
Keep me company.
I t is h ere whe re I fe el shel tered by their
Haven
I want to grasp at the wheel of a s hip
To feel the groaning
Of the
Solid boat beneath me
I want to get lost
Only to be found
By
You
I want a homecoming
Banners raised high
While
My sails fly
The sea
has a will of its and
I am its mistress
Getting carried away
I want to walk through African
S a v a n n a h s
Where the grass is so long
I get lost
A
s I dip into
Watering holes
I want to bask in the African sun
Walking alongside the giraffes
Silently
Elegant I peer in wonder
And
Speaking softly to
Elephants
Who raise their
Mighty ears
To
Respond
With trumpeting laughter
~~~~ to be continued
Remember me my
friends,
when the trees bask
with delights
when the waves whack
the rock
when the fair
weather whispers.
Then know am close
and I need a touch
Remember me my foe
The stainless
pathway of our duel
the ravaging rift of
our skin
the cries of each
blooded strikes
when the deep
ancient scars nipped
Then know this my
foe
That am close by
and I need to strike
Remember me now
When the corona
strikes the amazons
As the Halloween
nights of lust
Where all spasms
are expelled
Like a vintage
tornado rocket
With a wild cry of
exoticism
Shrilled with a
chilly blast
Then know this now
That am the next
bang
Remember me always
When the birds bask
on trees,
the wagtail screw
for hideout,
like when whirlpool
whirls
as the wader wades
the mud
like a dancing night
ecstasy
then know am close
and I need a mate
Remember me often
times
When the waves rip
its lungs
When the breeze
whispers eastwards
When the cockerel
clown its crown
as she announces the
morning post,
Remember me always
Oh my memories
Oh my victories
Oh my footed armies
of duels
My believes untapped
My hopes unleashed
My lust exorcised
My greed farced
My shame eclipsed
among the stars
And my humility
nailed to oblivion.
Remember me again.
My love that floats
the bud
My hate that holds
the hades
My dreams that
torment me
My grief that frill
my final abode
My pains that sprout
my exits
My cries that echoes
to abyss
Remember me for ever
My hands that grief
with sadness
Unleashed your paw,
frittered me with
your pegs,
defiled my
defenseless dune,
snatch my unborn
from the cradle
erase the face of my
returns
close the torches of
my paths.
That my breathless
veins
rise no more
But remember
My flights now
My battles
My pains
My fears
Remember my
goodbyes,
then I live again.
Written by Benny
Isibor
On the high seas the clipper moves yearning with storms force
Parting away the waves splashing magic in lashing waters blue
Medusas token head on the fore beam to forswear deep ill omen
Seeking to capture devil she pirate with her dubloons on the seas.
In the stillness wind captured sails bloom to follow a full moon
Shearing through the misty night cascading sheets well braced
As timbers creak; the sail ship cuts through like a knife to slide,
Float’s flip flop on the sea tides, like a dolphins mate in waters.
Course aligned to merge and cross with these amazons wild.
The lantern burns near the helmsman tackling bolstered rolls.
Throwing shadows on the quarterdeck the compass stabilizes
Locked direction mapped intersecting to image point mark.
Morning thrills bloom with Ship Ahoy ‘The Golden Arrow’
We heel as sails get shorted with cannon run out commands
Taken by surprise the ‘Golden Arrow’ struggles to free sails
The Sun behind us we close in to side ram the single Decker.
Plunder broadside, armed men to board, our lines hold fast.
Their canons fire at random as our armor booms together
Causing destruction our men board the surrendering ship
Ruthless pirates we take prisoners alive of the she brigade.
Sword in hand I move for the Pirate commander running
Under the decks ready to fence her breast plates breathe
She toils to nick my side as I throw her visor a elbow hit.
Arm pit grips her sword hand, she squirms in her struggle.
Sea green eyes muffled by the blonde tresses unraveled
Outraged succumbed by her exposure, cries for amnesty
Fearful lest I take her to be my pet slave for endless toil
‘ceptin’ ye’r m’e L’rd N’ ms’ter, ch’o Eatin’ N’o K’ll.
Behind my protective head gear I smile in loves glee.
She trembles drops her sword, no more can she flee.
O’ = of
Th’=the
Eatin’=eating
Invisible figures moving in the mists of time,
Hidden female phantoms, masters of the wilderness
Wild, blending in as chameleons, they are the unseen.
Legend's cryptic tribe.
Maidens veiled beneath mysteries coverlet’s of beauty,
Vanishing, as if a vapors mystic dream, created by ancient
Historic mythology.
But nay the Amazons, were fierce fighting warriors,
Battle hardened women, whom lived by the basic instincts.
Of survival and honor.
Unbridled by the whims of society, no chains bondage,
Could restrain their desire to be free from mans law.
Liberation's winds moistened their lips, and inflated
The lungs of these warrior women.
Nomads raised on the theology, that man are inferior creatures,
To be used as beasts of burden, or at leisure’s pleasure,
Nothing more.
Skilled in the art of war, renowned for courage’s
Unyielding voracity, armored maidens of legend,
And for raw endurance’s strength of will.
Blow the golden horn of victory's challenge,
As the ancient archer thus thread's her bow,
In anticipation of the battle to begin.
Drawn swords at the ready, do you not
Hear their ancestral cry to arms, take
No prisoners alive.
Shield maidens whom answer to know man,
But only the Gods themselves,
Behold they are the Amazons.
Shoulder to shoulder, and back to back,
Shields raised glistening in the sun.
The battle lines are drawn in history,
A fierce fighting force by all accounts
Renowned, to legacy's ancient passage,
For all women to be proud of generations
Forward to come, remember their battle hymn.
Freedom sisters, can you not taste it's
Flavor of liberation, carried on destiny's
Four winds, I'll raise my cup in tributes
Honor unto them, known as the Amazons.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
The prince of the power of the air along with his children
666,
Love is dead until we fancy another route of passing?
Chasing after the wind in twilight excursion of light,
Love is dead ever since the 1960's burning bras
Feministic women amazons invading our every portal of death
Viscious long hanging fangs that bite hanging down dripping blood off side
We often run away to hide in fashionable sway,
We can't even hold the door for our neighbor anymore?
Blackened hearts chosing death's door cement,
Broadened venues of *********** & red light districts
A slurrpy & pop rocks,
Love is dead we have inherited lust from the children of the damned!
In sharp contrast toward what Warhol's intent of past exposure
Move over rover and let the fakes take over
Pagans branded with dire evil teeth losing sleep
Gone our the days of Little House & the prairie
Not to mention Little Bo Peep!
Perhaps its that time we take a leak?
Inner circles broadened cliches in imaginative scope
Can even cope when you have an old spice soap on the rope
In certain circles vain cliches again best to hold my breath to count to the number ten?
Love is dead but God is still alive
Love is Hollywood philisophical fake promotion
Phat Kats with blue hats sipping on some magic potion
Rubbing their fake boobies down with Tropicana lotion
Love is dead what is going on in the societal mindset head?
We have erected fabricated idols out of vanity
Vanity of Vanity all is vanity!
We squeeze money out of the imaginary machine turning green
Just to watch that Obama dream?
If you ask me were still living in the evil land of mean!
Niagara, the Antiope* of Canada,
Amazonian*, but not breast less,
Snowy bosom like virginal gems,
Swelling lips moderately full,
Savoury odor felt all around,
Crystalline throat striking the eyes.
Meandering, churning, darting, dashing,
Transformed from blonde to brunette.
Here alluring, benign, attenuated,
There corpulent, colossal, capering,
Practicing calisthenics all the time.
Raquel Welch* in ‘One Million Years B.C.’*
Wily Cleopatra, the Scythian of Ordzhonikidze*,
Carnal Marilyn, matured Helen of Troy,
Venus in Aries*, Mars in Pisces*.
Broad bellied, middle-aged, deep,
Now bulging belle of Detroit*,
Encircling the wooing Windsor*,
Yet the Blithe spirit of *Pelee Island.
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*Antiope is a figure from Greek mythology. She was the only Amazon
known to have married. Daughter of Ares and sister to
Melanippe and Hippolyte.
*The Amazons (Greek: ?µa???e?, Amazónes, singular ?µa???, Amazon)
are a nation of all-female warriors in Classical and Greek mythology. ...
These warrior women is said to have one or no breasts
*Scythian noblewoman, 4th century BC The women's tombs found
near Ordzhonikidze yielded several examples of war-gear for women
warriors.
Name of the actress-" One Million years B.C." name of the Hollywood movie
*Venus in Aries and Mars in Pisces (It is astrological interpretations
for beauty and Strength respectively)
*Pelee Island where three oceans meet in ONT-Canada
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It hits her like a hurricane, while she sleeps peacefully in his arms,
in her heart the sound of rain, her senses put on alarm.
A fairy tale she dreams about, but he's no prince charming,
she tried to get her heart on a different route, but found without him dreadfully harming.
She walks a misty road, ever winding in her mind,
what others might call a toad, she sees the beauty in making her blind.
She knows he has feelings for her, but her prince refuses to give in,
she could have any other, but her heart stays with him.
Strength as strong as a lion, as she fights to stand by his side,
a warrior of amazons, which you could call her heart and mind.
Listening to others, as they tell her she wastes time,
but in her heart she truly knows, "with time he'll be mine."
She's the princess of hearts, yet she isn't enough for him,
he thinks he's so tough, but begs her to stick by him.
Isn't satisfied with just her alone, tells her he likes her but there just friends,
but when she's not with him, he's the one truly alone.
Her love is stronger then fire and ice, a girl who to others is always nice,
has the heart of so many people, but she is falling like an unlucky pair of dice.
Her sad fairy tale she chooses to ignore, hoping that he'll finally open that door,
The princess of many faces, with a heart that would take him many places.
Form:
When the world becomes still
And all that matters is my own personal will
A will that will one day match that of the creator
A will that will one day
Spread hope to those
Who beg for change in their prayers
As the clouds above me split in the sky
And the sun gazes and beats upon me
I shall call forth
A world of peace
A world of clarity
We shall all call forth
A world full of fairy tales
Angels, speaking flowers and rain dances
One where our magic has been re-claimed
And we take care in the words we allow
To enter and leave our brains
Where we can heal in the blink of an eye
And you never feel lost
Because you are surrounded by those who know the way
And you never feel alone
Because you have been made aware
Of from where it is you came
This is the world that resides above us
This is the world that lives on stilts
Keeping us with purpose
Giving us somewhere to go
Magicians, healers, dragons and amazons
Let us see it unfold before our eyes
Allowing the light to pulse from our wrists
This is the path that is meant to save us
This is the life I was meant to live
Surrender
Accept
And claim our role in our society
As beings of peace and beings of flowering
Hold my place on my throne
And allow the spirit to over throw
God has blessed you
God has blessed me
To love can be a blessing that comes so easily
Form:
Tam tam tam.....
tam tam tam...
Peacock bass
oh good fish...
amazons,
from my country...
catupiri
must eat...
to know
from my country...
Acarajé,
oh caruru,
oh vatapá
from Bahia,
oh, oh saint
San Salvador... !
Vaquejada
hey boiadá
bolanderá...
Muie will yield...
Perch, doublet
all the best
from my wilderness...!
look at the drizzle,
what a good rain...
life that flies...
every success,
all progress
of that nation.
Sao Paulo, plane... !
in this school
sambão is born...
in the south zone
oh in Gamboa...
bad thing
river, february
good samba,
samba brother...!
center here
so special...
wealth springs,
phenomenal...
far west
cattle crop
Rural Brazil...!
Hey tucupi
oh tacacá...
Hey Itapuan
oh Canindé...
tatuapé,
oh tuiuiu
Icaraí...
It's all here...
it's pau brasil,
it's pau brasil
It's my Brazil...
It's my Brazil...!
ps poem inspirado in 5 simphony OF Beethoven