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I went to unpleasant places
where there was no mention,
or even a clear defination
of the Holy of the Holies!
Those unholy places were dens
of fornicators who condoned
anything immoral and naughty,
many youngsters became victims
being bought for pleasures;
there all sinners practiced
what was against morality...
nobody was sinless and kind!
I went to unpleasant places,
where they chanted hymns
to Hadan and sacrificed a life
on a blood-dripping altar;
that scene made me run far,
thinking I'd be the next to die!
Youthful Eros was worshipped
and at his feet they prostrated,
then they danced around him;
he had manacing eyes so grim!
" Hey, come closer, join the feast! "
They shouted, " God doesn't exist! "
I went to unpleasant places,
to a town distant from the living;
there anything was allowed
to amoral gals and fellows escaping
the harsh judgement of others,
or being lynched by the crowd!
In the wicked world brutal
Only few fine friends local
Will lend their finger social
To help us regain imperial.
Among them Jashwant jewel
Standing with me in time real.
Earlier we had quarrels brutal
On tuitions or money total;
Later adjusted, but his accrual
Of knowledge I can’t level.
In money I was ahead a little
Later he covered the recital.
Principal is the post special
Bestowed on him in quintal;
Nature changed to royal:
Lately better not so trivial.
In time of our dispersal
He cried, seemed an ideal,
But past memories at coral
Haunted his friendship approval.
He was helped at all level,
Let it be Geeta or be Jwal.
Still he is my friend fraternal;
His importance is vital.
Right from accident’s tidal
To his departure actual
We sat or carried a trial.
Now no problem in appraisal
All grunges now look artificial;
Seeking his friendship amoral.
May God grace him all alluvial
And empower qualities glottal.
I am....
I am thought infinite
I define reality
I judge the truth from the lies
I am a modern man
I am more than you know or understand
I drive the engines of the divine
I exploit international decline
I watch the hour cometh
I redefine my Humanity
I create virtuosity
I know the surreal intimately
I feel Vales between worlds
I am a model citizen all be it amoral
I see the portal...
I digress.
I play at recess and watch the pray, run and play.
A man made God built with hate and lust.
I rush into damnations infernal sun
I snatch defeat from its Jaws.
I rage with the Righteous or for any just cause.
I am a modern man with a brain plugged into
The modem of the Soul
A savior.
The eye of the Machine.
The hand of the Prophet.
I am in any role you can design or desire
I light humanity’s fire
I can extinguish your will
For I am IMMORTAL.
An Op-Ed in The New York Times,
Anonymously printed,
States that the White House mood is worse
Than what the press has hinted.
The President’s “amoral,”
And “erratic,” it declares,
With “ill-informed decisions”
Catching staffers unawares.
The author, an official
In the Trump administration,
Is hoping that what he reveals
Will jolt awake the nation.
Asserting he and others
Are resisting from within,
He wants the world to know
That what he claims is not just spin.
The President is seething now
With Tweeting calls of “Treason?”
Denouncing, too, The Times, for holding
Names back for no reason.
As speculation builds, so many
Choices would make sense.
There’s even talk the writer
May be Trump’s VP – Mike Pence.
Whoever wrote the piece, though,
Is a brave and daring soul
And hopefully, he’ll shake
Some people up, which was his goal.
The Greeks figured Socrates to be a crock,
as he questioned their strongly held beliefs.
In return, they poisoned him with hemlock,
such dense, ignorant, amoral thieves.
Being right, meant all to them, no room for truth,
nor minds for learning
Just like Joan of Arc, declared evil, and died alive,
with her flesh still crackling and burning.
The centuries do not change man’s endless insanity
to be right!
Just kill, pillage and destroy, anyone who dares to cast
a beam of reason and insight?
Thus, civilizations have walked confused and blame any
and all who dare attempt to lead.
Never once realizing, it is they, who are the harbinger
for all problems, by sowing the first jealous seeds!
12/2/2021
The Profile
From whence came that strange man with a great ability
to read a person’s background, their habits and their traits?
He seemed so other-worldly with his proficiency
to guess people’s reactions and ultimately their fates.
Though great at what he did, amoral was that man.
He’d help Moon Knight, but other times did not,
like the time when hired by Daredevil,
assisted by an Avatar, with Moon Knight, he then fought.
From whence came this strange character so mutant-like?
Although he had great power, one flaw had he!
Yes, he could read all humans’ minds
and minds of heroes powered by technology.
However, if a hero’s powers were as if “God-given,”
like those of supernatural Moon Knight.
When such heroes were in costume, then the Profile
could not “read” them and he was filled with fright!
Dec. 11, 2022 for the Moon Knight Friend Or Foe 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
We all have compassion
for those less fortunate than us;
and we readily open our helping arms
to those who need consolation...
Our judgement must not be harsh,
because we cannot fault in prejudice
and be unfair and preposterous;
furthermore be heartless and undignified...
We all have compassion,
compelling us to listen to reason:
not to be amoral and step aside;
misunderstanding is a lack of disregard...
Our society has taught us to be prudent,
to avoid interference or even be intolerant;
there are many diseases that can't be cured:
this one is the stigmata that should not be ignored...
Black Magic Potions
Across vacancy memories invoke forgotten years
Exodus from antipathy inscrutably liberates fears
Intransience spiritually battles amoral challenges
Crucially revitalized measures presaging changes
Deceptions obscure lies within fraudulent sleeves
Bringing adversaries down indictments aggrieves
Justifications echoing beyond overpowering roars
Unlike forsaken vessels reality lands upon shores
Probing mortal frailties evading blind perceptions
Enlightenment transcend old black magic potions
Delusion transmogrified into vanishing blemishes
Swept along eroding waves of abandoned wishes
09/11/2013
Aboard cruise liner:
Splendour of the Seas
Once we created starry nights,
and Mona Lisa with smile slight,
we covered chapels in heavenly scenes,
made David shine in marble sheen.
Now our 'art' make good folks scoff,
smear **** on paper, then sell it off,
mistaken for garbage, devoid of heart;
we need more beauty in our art.
Once our buildings truly soared,
steeples with stained-glass adored,
turrets, gargoyles, and balustrades,
reliefs and sculptures finely made.
Now it’s post-modern eye-sores,
and Brutalist crap that folks abhor,
Le Corbusier-made ugly things;
we need more beauty in our buildings.
Our music once humbled the gods,
here Mozart and Beethoven trod,
here genres rose out of the dust,
symphonies of sorrow, love, and loss.
Now it’s all the same damn chords,
sung by fools who write no words,
thuggish rap and pop too slick;
we need more beauty in our music.
Once we lived by honored codes,
built by lessons learned of woe,
forged by endless, bloody years,
forged to hold off bitter tears.
Now it’s all relativistic games,
we hate the wise, praise the insane,
but amoral words bring costs untold;
we need more beauty in our souls.
Some wish that beauty did not exist,
the mediocre, the bitter, the Marxist.
They praise the brutal as progress,
they claim the talented ‘oppress.’
These types made nothing glorious,
and have no care for such as us,
for beauty they care not a whit,
but we need beauty, so let’s go make it.
How cannot be otherwise?
While you know God runs this
universe, and is most generous,
His nemesis is busy, planting
darkness and doubt in your mind,
truly heinous!
There you are doing your best.
However, our faith is constantly
being put to a test!
Men on earth with free will doing
things utterly diabolical.
So God is blamed, and we then judge
all the world as hopeless and everyone
in it, as amoral.
Man puts himself above the Creator,
and falls at the feet of most fallible humans.
Thinking they, and only they with simple
music or distorted, lying leadership can help
us function.
We are not living in a third world nation!
Nor are we lacking, or in any deprivation.
We can solve problems by working together.
But blaming and finger pointing,
never makes things much better.
Bespeaking of the world's end like some
Nostradamus, brings nothing but anger and
fear upon us.
Time to be faithful, following the true God.
The news, showing up as more than angry,
bitter clods.
Have faith and be of loving and good cheer!
And yes, you, yes, you do good for those in
need.
Stop counting on supercilious officials to fix
things with speed.
Find your way, to be a person of compassion.
You can do it, in your unique, heartfelt fashion!
August 12, 2019