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Goodnight to our Rome with all your garrisons
and your streets that have become
as loveless as empty barracks.
For you I will never weep.
After all,
your Senators
Who made the deals
To keep the last
Last
And the first bored
and lost in ennui,
govern the burning ruins
of the human city which evicted the cobbler
and used the electorate as a weapon
With unforgiving recoil
Which guarantees
that
the bottom will stay at the bottom
and dance to the music of the
midnight carousel.
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Now that the middleman has been cast
To the prairie grass
With his own middle cut away
His fate was decided over lunch
The legal apparatus has fallen from its hinge
Leaving only the greatest felony
Unnamed.
And who are our neighbors
When we’re sentenced to the
Four year winter hotel?
Will they be the nameless ghosts
Evicted from their bodies by those
Who are afforded the right to escape the tombs
With kept wives in cheap furs
And Upper eastside penthouses.
And in all those apartments
All the beautiful people
Wash down oxycodone with fine wine
While bitching about the junkie below.
“Send the cops to clean up the drug
Problem,” they cry.
“All addictions should come with a ‘scrip.”
It takes a truly trained country
with few alternatives
to put a knife to its own throat
or hand it over
to an orange buffoon
with a poor hair cut
in a loveless room.
He always
lines up his bets
on what con will turn the American heart
into just another dead
theater
where it was all the show of shows.
And when the decision is made
The worst one is chosen.
The decision has certainly been made.
For what other country
Choses a landlord so crooked
All self-respecting cons
Walk past him
Never stopping at all
For fear he will pick their pockets clean
For he is the biggest con of all,
Who now has to do a sometimes honest man’s job.
Those he loved the least
Ignored all the papers
Who for once
Didn’t celebrate
The game of chance
But cried out
With the urgency of a siren
During an air raid
to pick the other.
While he spoke as one of the mob
His heart was that of a landlord
Looking to evict
All his useful idiots
From their lots.
For now he can expect nothing in the end
But to stand on the stairs
Or escalator
When all your Senators approach
smiling
with drawn knives.
“Et tu Sessions?”
A nobody
Scared by the sound of his own voice
Following the girl home from school
In his mind this is normal
Stalking girls
He grabs her jacket
Pulling her backwards unto the ground
Placing a cloth around her nose and mouth
Gagging her until she sleeps for a while
He drags her through the woods
Branches hitting her every which way he turns
Dragging her along until he reaches the cabin
Picking her up over his shoulders opening the door to the cellar
Locking the door behind him he walks down the stairs slowly
He places her on a chair and ties her wrist to the handles
Tying her feet to the legs of the chair
Tightening the rope around her neck to the back of the chair
He undresses her waiting for her to wake up
Several hours pass
She wakes up
Sweating and screaming
Crying and yelling at him
He places duct tape around her mouth
Placing a knife against her stomach
She groans and yelps
He takes the knife away and looks at her
Grabbing her face and telling her shes beautiful
He turns around and stands with his back towards her
As he starts to say
But its the beautiful people that need fixing
He takes the tape off her face and holds her chin tightly
He carves a smile on her face
Cutting her mouth from ear to ear
Telling her
Smile dear it makes you adorable
He grins and sits the knife down
Laughing as she bleeds
She tries to move her mouth
It just drops open
He looks at her smiling
Now that makes you truly beautiful
He leaves her there for a while
Later returning
Placing a needle with a string attached to it
Sticking it into the skin around her mouth that is hanging open
He stitches her back together
Cant make up his mind
He slaps her and leaves her there for another few days
She sits with her eyes peeled wide open
A tear falling as she tries wiggling her hand free from the rope
As she frees her hand she runs her fingers over her stitches
Only to find out her whole mouth has been stitched together
She cant speak
She can only mumble
She frees the rest of her limbs
Trying to stand up and walk but she's to weak and falls
He runs down the stairs
Yelling at her to get up
She doesn't move
He kicks her in the stomach
She doesn't budge
He picks her up and uses her as a puppet
For his own needs
He then buries her beside his other victims
Only to find out shes still alive
Her hand slips through the dirty old mud
5-28-2013
I met them once I landed in a place,
they called it haven, a soiree place.
Where people are nice,kind and cool.
Some are young, some are....never mind.
They're awesome people!
I first met this blonde lady,thought she's only twenty.
She did refused, said she's almost a mother to me.
I beg to disagree,'cos she's more than just a mom.
She's a bestfriend, she's wonderwoman.
She lives in Norway,Anne Lise Andresen was her name.
There goes a new avatar,who came to visit on my land.
She's wearring sunglasses,but can't hide the beauty from behind.
Then I found out lately, she doesn't just own a pretty face.
She is the sexiest and hottest momsie,rockin' up poetry.
She's a real poet master,SkAT A.,that's her name!
One day I sat down and read some poetries,
So delightful,inspiring, and awesome pieces.
I got struck to what I've found.
A Filipina who's writing with charms,
Her poems are incredibly great,
She's Nette Onclaud, the goddess poet!
I came to land another page, thought at first that's a cage.
Of a tigress with full of angst and strength.
I must admit, though I was afraid, I admire all the pieces she had made.
She left the table and threw the soup,and think tha'ts the last time I'll see her poem.
But with revenge she went back home, and send me greetings that I treasured.
With friendly comment I came to know, this tigress is tame and a sweet person.
Who is she?...the everbody's love and favorite, Poet Destroyer!
As time goes by, and my journey went long.
I had to passed in different stations.
I came to know so many beautiful people,
So kind and thoughtful, their arts are treasures.
There came to visit my poem one day,
Though full of greiving,they cheered me so well.
They are Mary Jo ,Eileen, F.J. ,Vie and Shadow.
The women who are pride of this site.
The pretty ladies who always been there to lift you high.
Above all these awesome experience,
Is to know the people from my own motherland.
My country fellas, so sweet,cool and nice.
They are the crystal flowers glisten brightly like a star.
They are Leonora, Maria Paz, Nikko and Carole...
My day became brighter, you light the path I walk.
Everytime your greetings knock on my door.
Allow me to do the honor to thank you guys.
And let you all know how thankful I am.
My dream has came true, because of this site.
American Beauty
Greed stands very tall
in my land that's about to fall
America is gone
and terror knocks daily
I see him making new friends
livid displaced Americans
taken advantage of again
by those who control supply and demand
Oh, they'll try and patch and rig their machine
you can see them putting more control on the streets
I wonder if they're scared like me
but they wont give up and love
no they wont put away their greed
they'll cling to it until the very end
everybody bleeds
naked infant lying on the floor crying in the dark
pad lock on the electric box
the man just drives away
no shot was fired today
but it's coming
yeah, I know it's coming
because the neighbors just peek out the window
and nobody's offering to help
they think, "I can barely keep up with my own"
and I know
it will happen to you tomorrow
because America's gone
and it aint coming back
who has broken the pride of her power
America, nobody's coming to help
and our leaders truly care
but mostly about themselves
they are swallowed up and tangled
in their own spider webs from hell
and nobody’s coming to help
I see a hard working couple
that can't pay the rent
and yet they make to much money for welfare
they'll be out on the streets pitching a tent
and we all know that life is'nt fare
just another couple that slipped through the cracks
and there aint no coming back
in the mean while society's foundation
looks like a big city map
and the working man in our nation has become so soft
the diplomats have broken their will to fight
for what we all know is right
and greed just walks on the broken backs of the humble
with out fear and I wonder who will save us
Lord I'll be glad when the greed is gone
the strange and cruel baby sitter
sent to teach us a lesson
and I hope we all learn it soon
one cannot love their neighbor
and take advantage of him
or see him in pain and not help
love thy neighbor or die trying
the road to life
and I see beautiful people everywhere
being beaten to death by the ugly ones
who really just don't care
and I hear the banker and cops
saying, "man it's just my job"
to those that they put out
it's going to happen to you tomorrow
and what are you going to do
when you see their face turn red
as yours turns from white to blue
Form:
"This World Of Colored People"
This planet Earth of ours is inhabited and overrun with so many "Colored People!"
They are everywhere one turns and try as one may, no one can escape them!
NO ONE!
Alphabetically, "Black, Brown, Red, White and Yellow" are colors most everyone knows! Everyone who can see knows these colors!
So who are these "Colored People?"
1) Black is a color! It is also a color used to describe a race of people on this planet!
Therefore the "Black" race is comprised of and full of "Colored People!"
2) Brown is a color! It is also used to describe a race of people on this planet!
Therefore the "Brown" race is comprised of and full of "Colored People!"
3) Red is a color! It is also a color used to describe a race of people on this planet!
Therefore the "Red" race is comprised of and full of "Colored People!"
4) White is a color! It is also used to describe a race of people on this planet!
Therefore the "White" race is comprised of and full of "Colored People!"
5) Yellow is a color! It is also used to describe a race of people on this planet!
Therefore the 'Yellow" race is comprised of and full of "Colored People!"
"Colored People" are everywhere!
The common thread amongst all Human Beings is that Human Beings are "Colored People!"
Now a word of warning to the "Colored People" of this planet Earth!
Beware of "those" who do not fit in amongst we "Colored People" or look like us!
They will be very easy to spot!!!
HOW SO???
1) They will be Blue people! (Beware! They may call themselves "Smurfs!")
2) They will be Purple people ! (Beware! They may be "Eaters!")
3) They may be Green people! (Beware! They WILL be full of "Envy!")
4) They may be Orange people! (Beware! They may be on the "Juice!")
So if any of these types of "Color people" are spotted, report them right away for they are NOT the real "Colored People" of the planet Earth!
In conclusion, the "Colored People" of the planet Earth are "Beautiful People" because they are "People of Color!" The Human Race!
Observe "Colorful" Nature!
Thank YOU GOD for not making the Human Race transparent and see through!
What a mess that would be if the "Colored People" of the planet Earth were
completely "colorless!"
Hmmm! For better or for worse?!?!?
Form:
Although I've tried to understand your reasons for what you do,
sometimes I just turn my switch off, and ignore the nonsense.
Repeating the same ignorant remarks which obviously tweek my heart and soul,
you've really been asking my permission to leave and not come back,
because I was just a dalliance to you - "Hot Love In the Summertime"...
You take beautiful people, animals and creations and twist them around
to suit your 'manly' thoughts and desires, turning a beautiful flower
into a withered-up twiglet with no hope or life left.
Those are YOUR choices - not mine! I see beauty, and am mesmerized
by God's glorious developments within the universe.
You see only the flaming asteroids which threaten to destroy
this wonderful world we live in.
You hope for chaos and destruction, and you have a destructive personality.
You respect nothing, and prove it with your words and actions.
If only you could realize or even care what destruction you have caused,
and try to repair the damage by helping the beauty to blossom and bloom,
spreading yet again...
But! You obviously could care less about true happiness, peace and faith,
for your faith lies only in the knowledge that (finally) one day
you'll succeed in stifling out your own sordid life,
ne'er taking notice of all the wreckage you leave behind - intentionally.
What could have happened in your life
to make you hurt yourself knowingly...hopingly...
...Continuing to commit suicide on a daily basis?
What evil has befallen your soul to make you hate so much?
Or, is it mere child's play to you to make ev'ryone and ev'rything around you
wish they'd ne'er known a person as cold and nasty as you are?
My thoughts will wander to you from time to time in the future,
but they will immediately be dismissed - pushed away - like you did me.
My love is a special gift, but you don't see beauty, so you cannot know real love.
Therefore, I will spend the rest of my days striving to erase the hatred,
and bring love into the world, whether you like it or not.
God's love is the most beautiful thing there will e'er be,
and it shines like a beacon in my soul, but your lighthouse crumbled long ago,
and you don't even want to rebuild.
So, goodbye to your darkness, hello peaceful world.
Can you see the radiance in her smile? That beautiful row of white goodness that makes me forget there are other people existing in the world. Can you see the sensuousness of her skin? That caramel chocolate sensation I love to drown my thoughts in... I know you can see the way her hips sway with such perfect synchronicity, the image alone conjures thoughts loving in perpetuity. Can you see her hazel eyes? Twin pools of perfection to cool this body on a hot summer day. I am but a watcher; if I were a collector of beautiful things I would spare no exertion to have her be mine.
Can you smell the scent of her femininity? An aroma so intoxicating that I will never want another high. Can you hear the sound of her voice? That calming husky baritone that brings waves of peace to my conscious mind. I know you can see that lovely mane of hair, that black hair with the specks of gold and red to entrance every eye. I am but an admirer; if I were a man of means I might have the courage to speak to her.
My eyes avoid catching hers in a moment stolen, so afraid am I that she will see the hunger brimming therein. I look at her and see everything that I am not but everything that I need. I see laughter and that carefree nonchalance of youth and brevity that I so crave but that elude me. I envy the water that gets to cascade down her body when she bathes. I envy the wind that gets to caress her long luscious legs as she dons that skirt that invokes feelings in me that are not easily suppressed. . I envy the sun that gets to warm her body when she is chilled. I envy the moon that watches over my sleeping beauty as she dreams of people she does know. I envy the man who gets her sighs and knows her dreams. I envy him not only because he is all she wants but because he is all that I can never be for her.
While my heart is the one that loves her with the fervour of a thousand fires and the intensity of a million lifetimes; he kisses her, touches her and holds her and she loves him to a place beyond distraction; he is all that she thinks she needs, he is her man. I am left to watch and admire from a distance. How can I compete? After all, he is the man of her childhood fantasies; all that I am is a girl who fell in love with the wrong goddess.
I am a homegrown girl but I have traveled to many places around the world. I am a home-grown girl and you can find me on the map with just a single dot. I am a home-grown girl in search of my permanent soul.
I love variety, I value diversity and I cherish honesty. I have an invisible soulmate but we have never gone out on a date, I love it from the depths of my heart and I would do anything for its career to take off. I want its dreams to come true because I don’t have much ambition to parachute to the sky. I am just a home-grown girl with a deep message bubbling up in my soul.
If you look into my heart, you will understand where it starts; my heart has two ventricles, one on the right and the other on the left and they pump blood into my body that keeps me alive and put my adrenalin on a ride.
I can cook a fifty-course meal in one day, and I would still have energy to cook a pot of curry and invite Hallie J, Sarah M and Jane S for dinner and still find time to shoot the next scene after supper.
My brain is wired in a special way and for this reason I will never go astray. My brain has a left side and right side too, from which that miracle always comes through and, it has never deserted me and you.
The ventricles in my heart sometimes collide and sometimes I have to go on a short trip to examine what’s in the precipice. The left ventricle wall is the thickest heart walls and absolutely nothing can pass through if destiny binds me and you.
Sometimes I stare at the wall and wonder where to start. Is it at the Texas border or the Great Wall of China? My heart has a three-layered heart wall made of connective tissue, endothelium, and cardiac muscle but layer one and two cannot function, if the muscular middle layer myocardium doesn’t function. It enables the heart to contract so pay careful attention to what the heart is saying to you.
I am a home-grown girl but my Turf is not here, it belongs to the rest of the world. It lies beyond the horizon in the quiet hills of demparades, a town full of beautiful people from all color race and creed they speak different languages from every nation. I am a home-grown girl and now it's time for me to face the world.
“They Stole My Crown”
©2021 Jerry Brotherton
On the eve of Coronation Day, the old king had lost the fight.
He called his court jesters together; told them something didn’t seem quite right.
All in my kingdom love me, I’m the best there’s ever been.
No way they’d vote against me, there’s no way I did not win.
So, he tied his note to a bird, sent his message across the land.
Said I need you at the castle, and we will make a glorious stand.
The King was boldly decorated but looked slightly overdone.
He stood before the rabble and said, beautiful people, your time has come.
He proclaimed that it was up to them, to keep him on the throne.
So go on down to the palace and fight, and I will stay right here at home.
Chorus:
The rebels and the rascals,
dressed in wild and strange costumes.
Rushed through the door and across the floor,
and crawled in and out of every room.
They yelled to hang the bastard,
they yelled to burn the witch.
They searched high and low for anyone,
to satisfy their murderous itch.
But all the Lords and the Ladies, had locked themselves in the meeting hall.
They promised that when it was over, they would gladly hang them all.
To the King it meant nothing, and he crawled into his bed.
Dreams of still ruling in the morn, rattling around like marbles in his head.
Meanwhile, back in the banquet hall, the guards did finally arrive.
They found the king was mistaken, and everyone was still quite alive.
They nervously called up the king, on his gold-covered phone.
Told him dude, looks like you still lose, you’ll no longer sit upon the throne.
(Repeat Chorus)
Now, in the meeting room, the royals gathered, led by the bastard and the witch.
They sat around the judgment table and voted to kick the old king to the ditch.
The four-year nightmare was over, all the losers we’re now leaving.
Everyone let out a huge sigh and said it’s a miracle we’re still breathing.
Just as the country shut its eyes, to dream of prosperous days to come.
The royals placed the crown atop the head, of a senile, stumbling, old bum.
And here we go again...
Well, the King and Queen stood before the rabble…
You took me by surprise once,
I didn’t see you coming,
An epiphany
Unveiled to me,
Not many would’ve summoned.
This damsel in distress,
Once emerged from a rose,
Bewildered and perplexed,
An unceasing lament,
“Why is it me that you chose?”
Call me what you will,
A mystery in the making,
Maybe One’s Divine Creation,
A Lion’s share surely hath forsaken,
This Bleeding Heart’s desire,
Intentions best to Awaken,
Brought to fruition,
Because of a sweet love story
Between a simple Faith-filled man,
With an unwavering past,
Who fell in love with his best friend,
A sweet beautiful girl,
Through the looking glass,
My beloved mother,
Personally,
The most selflessly devoted heart-filled woman.
With a whole universe out there
A beautiful moon in all its glory,
Embellished me with his stars,
Call them freckles from the sun,
Call them what they are,
An extravagant ephelis work of art,
Just to determine,
I’m not just a reflection,
But a constellation,
Predestined with this mind, this heart, and this soul,
In the figure of this female,
With quite a story to behold.
Why here, and why now,
It’s an alluring wonder.
Born into a family,
With two parents,
Three siblings begeted,
But for me,
Still no children and no husband.
You’ve watched me grow right from the very start.
You’ve challenged my will, my ego, and my heart,
I can’t imagine you’d create something without purpose,
And I can’t stand living on the surface.
Test not here,
Because You created me imperfect.
Can’t expect this fish to climb that tree,
Because no matter how hard I swim,
I’ll still dwell below the surface,
You know,
Where the water isn’t pure is.
It’s here where the beautiful people are
They’ve battled their wounds and been left with scars.
They’ve worn their heart on their sleeves,
Only to be stored in jars,
It’s this ignorant and hate-filled society,
That’s determined to feed on the Pure of Heart,
Convincing them their depressed, less than, or bipolar.
What purpose does that serve?
One would think,
‘But we’ve come so far?’
To our dismay.
This magnificent world,
Couldn’tve become more torn apart.
(continue to part 2)