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I haven't written anything for a while
I really need a blues-rocker for an ep I have planned.
The music is pretty much already there with it being blues/rock.
Written while nervously hungover. I suppose it comes from a dark place... Enjoy.
Nietzsche helped me out with those last two lines, which are, of course, reoccurring.
Feedback appreciated.
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Every Word Is A Mask
I cannot part the sea, or even turn the tides
I know you will not listen to me with my history of lies
let the valleys hold my tears
should the mountain prick my eyes
I think it should be said, we could have stolen more
modesty was never validated, not now n' ne'er before
avarice, tried and tested
tartuffery has no allure
should Miss Andre get married?
we should have taken more
opinions are hideouts, ev'ry word is a mask
'does not belong to me, I disown it, insist n' I will retract
take back the love that was lent
salvation is under attack
opinions are hideouts and
every word is a mask
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Rightly.
Heavenly Fatther of righteousness,
the short path I lay before me
in total darkness,
may tommorrow be
illuminated by each surise
and not be darkened by clouds...
Merciful Lord,walk by my side
and increase my awareness,
to deter me from sin and anger
by not letting me grieve over
my faults that overwhelmed me
with profound sadness and pity!
You speak with earnestness...
not to inflict upon me more dire,
but to awaken in me more alertness
and teach me a wisdom that others
will never acquire by themselves...
when they'll be entrapped by foolishness;
and their open vanity will surge like tides,
to make them unbearable in Your sight!
Heavenly Father of righteousness,
why can't all men
look up to Heaven
and ask for forgiviness?
If pride and avarice separates them from you,
and they only find pleausure in everything they do;
but how how can they enjoy their undeserved prosperity,
if their ways are contrary to Your laws of honesty and dignity?
A dragon spreads it's wings, and fears.
Breathing fire, his breath bodes death.
While venom sprays from arrowed tail,
He'll terrorise with serpents eyes,
Mere mortals blinded by his stare.
As shadows cast from winged flight
The village folk, pray for the life
Of those who will be sacrificed.
As onward now the story goes.
A pretty maiden without sight.
Now felt the shade upon her face.
Unseeing eyes, unflinching gaze
Turned skyward, waiting for her fate.
A sudden blast no blood or pain
Then up away on beating wings,
Grasped tightly by the dragon's claws.
They flew into the caves of hell.
There legends told of gory feasts.
Where once again she saw the light,
A miracle, her sight restored
Saw visions of the dragon's tears,
Fall gently to the cavern's floor.
Where grains of sand turned into pearls.
Reflections from her opaque eyes,
Had slowly turned the dragon blind.
Bereft of sight, he knew his plight.
Beware of gifts by magic spells.
The final teardrop from his eye
Caught by the maiden in her palm.
Mixed with her tears, then magnified.
With one last breath, he altered shape.
The dragon changed to paragon.
As centre piece on silken cord,
A pearl necklace the maiden's joy
Reflects her beauty with their glow.
For now the sands of time have ceased.
The villagers still celebrate,
Not knowing how a dragon breeds
This paragon a large round pearl,
In time will manifest as beast,
For locked inside, a dragons seed
Waits patiently, till avarice
Once more as thief, will cut the cord.
And there be dragons evermore.
Far way beyond our wildest dreams.
4 / 8 / 2017.
—Praesens, Expenditus, Absolutus—
Chronos coils like molten aurum through our grasp,
its heft cognizable only in the pulse of Time.
No antecedent lends credence, no futurity preserves;
the contemporaneous alone adjudicates its coin against our marrow.
Respiration becomes legal tender; heartbeat, the irrevocable contract.
Each gaze, each gesticulation, a transient negotiation,
flaring and collapsing like ephemeral markets of umbra
we cannot master, only apprehend.
We discourse in fragments—chronicles of hours and quanta—
as if the ledger of existence might be reconciled.
Yet the cosmos remains uncounted, its obligations
inscribed in luminance and silence, trembling in its own shadow;
And in that tremor, we are born, spent, and unmade,
clutching the coin of now in trembling palms,
investing neither in timorous regret nor avarice,
for the treasury of eternity resides exclusively in immediacy.
Once the convulsion subsides, stasis returns.
We stand, unborrowed and unbought,
observing the inexorable flux of aeons,
and apprehend: naught endures save that which is expended righteously.
"The amount of good luck coming your way depends on your willingness to act". Quote by Barbara Sher
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Whispers of disobedience float in the air.
A challenge beyond the conformity snare
An inability or refusal to shift or comply
However, awareness stirs—a probing stare.
Prejudice dances with arrogance—and defy
Forcefulness quality—firm fervor to untie.
Rebellion and lack of collaboration clash.
Invest in openness—it's time to stroll and fly.
Refusal and firmness oppose ceding or crash.
Willfulness, otherwise, is wisdom gained to dash.
Mastery gives way to mystery—humility to adore.
As the spirit discovers its own rhythm and flash.
When you act from the depths of your soul's core.
You sense a river flowing—a delight you can't ignore.
Award-winning is optional, as has been shown.
However, the drive to prevail is a factor to explore.
Vocation isn't from having a strong will alone.
It involves listening and finding your unique tone.
The dance of will and stubbornness—a path of dread
A delicate equilibrium, a magnificent finesse throne
So let your resolve lead you—push you ahead.
Listen for the hushed voice of willingness instead.
For in the rhythm of these two, a dance to adjoin
Therein is the beauty of growth—wisdom to be said.
Let us, therefore, accept both sides of the coin.
The determination and commitment to join.
In the dance of avarice and openness line.
We uncover our true glory, our inner enjoin.
In the vast symphony of life's grand design
Willpower and flexibility dance—intertwine.
Because it is at the junction of these two.
That we find our essence and its true sign.
1st place contest winner
Palindrome Poem...Reverse Verse about our Perverse Universe
(flip gravity.. what goes down must then come up - sorry..read down then back up)
"In this place we all call home
Monstrously Machiavellian
Doesn’t have to be
Islands of strangers
Ominously Orwellian
Tribal totems & talismans tome
Demagogic
Or
Pedagogic logic
Instead could still see
Rangers free from dangers roam
Embraces spaces for all races & faces
Riffs not tiffs with what ifs
Fracking probe..ransacking the globe
Attacking our cerebral lobe
Saluting high falutin polluting.. evolution?
The earth burns as it turns..on its axis
Heed the greed creed..poleaxes
Pay your taxes?
Plead to feed those in need
One man struggles while another relaxes
The solution…revolution?
Oceans just toxic potions
Due to noxious notions
Wary of the lairy scary Dairy Fairy
Much as I try.. won’t lie
Can hear that guy..Jamiroquai cry
Emergency on planet earth!
Red herring or derring do or die
Demonstration or veneration of deforestation
Placards do the hard yards versus lanyards
Deny or defy.. scorched turf?
What’s it worth?
Torched by the debauched
Wince..since birth a serf?
Log in to your singed noggin
They’ve binged..impinged
In the middle of a fiddle & diddle riddle
Damn it this is our planet
Taking the piddle
Avarice hubris bliss
In this place we all call home"
You take joy in seeing my heart bleed,
Because of your avarice and greed.
The pains you caused come with no reprieve,
Yet you’ve the audacity to leave.
I invested every ounce in you,
Your ponderings control all I do.
My bitter cries you heedlessly sought,
Yet you’re blind to the hatred you brought.
How can your mind ever be at peace,
When the sadness you give does not cease?
You bury my joy far out of reach,
When your love is all I ever preach.
Away from you, joy will surely flee,
Though it seems arduous to foresee.
But so long as breath lives in your lungs,
Deep grief will lace the words on your tongue.
They’ll thieve from you your money
Your shoes that you just brought,
They do it with a notion
That they’ll never get caught.
Though I state this very clearly and
With much integrity
I’m proud and loud with no shroud for
Thievings not for me.
They’ll thieve what they think they deserve
They thieve what they just want,
Is a fact- a dirty act
To pull a thieving stunt.
They thieve in the name of love
They thieve behind your back,
They think they are entitled
For things that they do lack.
They’ll thieve your words and twist the verbs
Your designs, plans, ideas,
Then they’ll act almighty from
Stealing time and years.
They’ll thieve your light when shining bright
Your heart and curly locks,
They’ll thieve your garden hose out front and
Your letter box.
They are not fair they do not care
To steal what is not theirs,
Their in a class of their own and some
are billionaires.
The greediness, the avarice
rapacity, extortion,
Be careful of corruption
for this can cause distortion.
Where are the bamboo
Banana husk, dad's stone chair
Mom's vegetable pots.
Where are the rice fields
Peanuts, peas, potatoes
Corn, cassava, sweet and tamarind.
Where is my childhood place
I look for every sunset
Just look out at the simpliest things.
Now I have to fill up everything
To open up the road, open everything else
Why I am not happy at all.
This is the progress you said
Converting farmland to townhomes
Why choose the mountain anyway.
My heart breaks seeing greediness
Easy money dislocating happiness
On the lowly and the unprotected.
How long avarice living the land
Of simple living hide in the sun
God forbade how small conscience is.
Is urbanization answer loophole minds
In the lowland of wizardry breed
Is this what Third World country thinks.
“Great eagerness in the pursuit of wealth, pleasure, or honor, cannot exist without sin.”
Desiderius Erasmus
it’s flesh versus flesh in the pursuit of life,
great kingdoms have been built on rivers of blood,
history knows the fate of knife versus knife,
destiny has it’s own rules for bad and good!
Tiberius’ built wealth with sharpness of sword,
starved to death old Agrippina and her son,
had Germanicus killed by power of word,
he quit throne in fear of assassination!
Caligula lived life of debauchery,
he lost all the wealth that Tiberius had,
he took pleasure in raping and butchery,
was killed by his own army, ending was sad.
Nero was king thanks to Julia his mother,
He executed christians in rage of hate,
he killed his own mother, drowned his step brother,
but he stabbed himself as revolt hit his state.
Christ crucified when Tiberius was king,
St. Peter when Nero was on the throne,
But praise of Jesus and Peter we now sing,
the evil with their wealth have perished unknown.
Morals are not mere words but fabric of truth,
the machinery of god ensures justice,
rewards of old age sprout from good deeds of youth,
wealth has never won, nor greed, nor avarice.