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A magical chemical infatuation
to disregard the tradition
of natures connectivity and diversity
dragged to the will of its subjugation
to dig into the complex cells intimacy
its mass increments of the yields
killing off the birds and the insects
for the sake of crop conformity
in the unnatural fields
A perfectly poisonous promise
released in defusable clouds
through the early morning mists
chugged and pumped out grotesque deformity
in silent avenues of crop conformity
the deathly dew eliminates
all so ripe so well protected
in latent morbidity awaits
Layers by "half-life" lifeless inherited
in this chemists manufacturing of a chemical romance
the inorganic compounds of devastation
bound by an economical tourniquet
to plough again the blighted earth
split breakdown the biological integration
a quick fix to be persuaded
a million years of evolution
the symbiosis of the world in Gods hand
was not a patent so diligently as patiently perfected
or so insidiously infected in the land
Mechanized desert to produce the taste
a tasteless morsel of a savored remembrance
to its colour yet another substance added
organophosphates persistently digested
concentrations in environmental compartments
disarrange the circles tilt the balance
the enemy is natures necessity
needs be defeated
swap it over transmit a hell-bent malignancy
Collusion's by crude oil alchemy
improving on a profitable perimeter
this chemical romance of manufactured efficiency
O = HO - P - HO - NH - O - OH ! OH !
take a look at what marvelous science has made !
broad spectrum killer
needs be to murder off bio-diversity
and 5-enolpyruvylshikimate-3 phosphate synthase
is so much better
so much cleverer than natures ways
so taint the population with polluted fodders feed
killing off the birds and the bees
killing off the fish, the insects and the fungi
and killing off our babies
So perfectly formed
and so perfectly preserved
perfectly free of any blemish
all sitting on the billion shelves
of a million supermarkets
So perfectly wrapped
and so perfectly presented
the perfectly picture of health
and in its cells something so insidious
and the perfectly poisonous
is its promise
So perfectly formed
and so perfectly preserved
perfectly free of any blemish
all sitting on the billion shelves
of a million supermarkets
I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done,
I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine
Like the late great who came before my time
I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes
My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight
Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life
Now that ain't right!
As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite
Night after night
Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight
Although, we'll be all right
They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right
Instead we're the light to a lying greed
That will enlighten life to a brand new seed
A man of God indeed
Freed from the Son that bleeds
Like the summer breeze
He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe
The air that please
A satisfaction like the birds and the bees
My word's words are the keys
That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed
A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy
So shall our comradery
That will bring comfort to a struggling society
A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity
Unifying the physics of theory
That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy
Similar to the Cosby
X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality
Like life's calamity
And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically
However, I've discovered a system
That can mathematically destroy ignorancy
And turn our state of mind intellectually
I elect that He (God) selects me to be
And be that man who may lead this community
So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me
En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny
Like we were destine to be
We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we.
Because we are...
The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness
Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous
Our potentials are endless
And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this
So it's time we put a stop to this
The biggest enemy of self
And that's envy and jelousness
Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is
A promised made sealed with a kiss
Knowing this
Is the next best thing since "In the beginning"
In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!
Crimson Waves Flow, As From A Red Rose,
(From Sonnet Triples)
In Time, its eternally winding winds
therein flows a grace not to be denied
Earth, Mother Nature, oft man's truest of friends
are tears of joy when in purest Love cried!
Crimson waves flowing as from a red rose
as a brave seeker his true love thus finds
she, rare beauty from head to dainty toes
loving in return sets Love chains that bind!
Together, bonded as romantic pair
soon days and nights become one joyous blur
she a graceful goddess with Raven hair
he handsome prince, sworn to never leave her!
Mother Nature, Spring's new to all given
weds in bliss, true-love and happy livin'!
Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet- Triples, ( From Magnificent Book of Fate and Life )
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Eternity, Its Scope, Life Its Great Game
Consider the Vessel of Hope, its Flame
Eternity, its scope, Life its great game
Imagination, fairies dancing, trees
Love, sweet romancing, the birds and the bees.
Consider the Season, Spring- Life's new rains
Sensuality, its breath, birth- its pains
Youth, its brevity, Time its flowing winds
Passion, deep longings, what future portends.
Consider the End, darkness, all thats gone
Mere Words, written on slab of cold, hard stone
Sorrow and Loss, finality- the Grave
Truth and Light, mercy, faith that truly Saves.
Consider the Vessel of Hope, its Flame.
Eternity, its scope, Life its great game.
Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet- Triples, ( From Magnificent Book of Fate and Life )
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Alas, Such Is Mystery That Awaits
Beneath the rainbow, its treasures so hide
for most of life is a great and wild ride
yet within dashing days, some loss awaits
little is gained, if one too oft tempts Fate.
In our daily walks, temptation abides
from darken traps, we must close seeking eyes
with illuminated truth, search for more
dare to sail, land on paradise sweet shores.
When adversity, both heart and soul breaks
could it be a testing, that our tree shakes
shall we, in despair- curse this given life
or courage, battle world's usual strife?
Alas! Such is mystery that awaits
As we but dwell firm, within Hands of Fate.
Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet- Triples, ( From Magnificent Book of Fate and Life As Was Once Lived )
24 hours to live…I need to hurry and come up with a plan
It’s only right to “worry” because I haven’t been half the man
23 hours to live…An hour gone by, I wanna break down and cry;
Because I know with twenty-three hours to go, and I will die!
22 hours to live…I sat down to make amends with my Mother
While I was there, although he didn’t care, I asked forgiveness from my brother.
I forgave my Mother and she forgave me;
18 hours to live…I called my uncle and aunts to tell them I hate what we have gone through.
16 hours to live…I visited my sister and we reminisced about growing up together
The fights, the fun; the tears and laughter will be cherished forever!
18 hours to live…I visited my Momma’s grave, and told her I’d be seeing her soon.
I then placed a white rose I chose, on her headstone and cried that afternoon
13 hours to live…I called up each one of my baby girls and asked them to come see me
I told them they were my world and asked them to accept my apology
I spent five hours with my daughters ‘because I had so much to say
I told them about life and the birds and the bees; about the importance of an
Education, sacrifice and family.
I kissed and held Jasmine, Brianna and Lillian, then told them they had to go;
I reminded them to always pray, ‘cause there will come a day, when I’ll see
Them again, beyond the rainbow!
8 hours to live…My Peanut Butter came over and we made passionate love like never Before.
I told her she was my best friend and her love I’ll always adore.
We held one another, kissed, touched, laughed as the hours ticked by.
I got out of bed, kissed her forehead and for once I was the one to cry!
She then left the house knowing I needed to be alone
I couldn’t help but notice the time and my racing heart beneath my breastbone!
3 hours to live…Alone in my room, I fell to my knees
I prayed to my God to heal me my spiritual disease
I asked for forgiveness for all the sins I’ve ever done
I even asked God if he would make it his business to accept me as his son
I prayed, I talked to Him well into the final hour
0 hours to live…No more pain. I felt my life force drain
And then awoke in Heaven surrounded by white flowers!!!
Note: Entry for Waylayee Whitlock's "If I had One Last Day To Live" Contest
It was a summer of indifference
Billionaire Nazis who preach ethnic cleansing
And powerful ladies clad in iron
Play tug of war
With the hearts and souls of the people
While governors deceive the populace and their own parties
And confused men in collars and cassocks
Betray their vows, principles,
And even the people
They are supposed to lead.
It was a summer of blood
Black mothers in black clothes
Attend the funerals
Of their Black sons
Killed by
Their own Black Brothers
Or by Blue Klansmen
With smoking guns and shining shields
While urban brigades
Mourn the loss of true knights
Murdered by
Desperate, exhausted, and enraged men
Who have witnessed more than enough
Of their people being oppressed
By those sworn to protect them
While the suburbanites and gentrifiers
Look the other way
Or applaud the lynchings
While savages plow into school children
Behead Christian babies
Rape Christian women
Slash the throats of priests
And destroy Christian communities
Even though we are supposed to be
People of the Book
While those who peacefully practice Islam
Are being told they are unwelcome.
It was the summer of chaos
People parade the streets
With signs
Shouting
Black Lives Matter
Blue Lives Don't
Men use toilets
Next to little girls
Six years olds
Are being taught about
The birds and the bees
And the ticks and the fleas
Infanticidal Mengelites
Teach girls
confidence and resourcefulness.
We are no longer people
With free wills and open hearts
We are no more than pawns
In a political chess tournament
Of the Sick Left
Against the Cold Right
What is right is wrong
What is wrong is right
Dear Lord
When will you have enough?
When will the
Fall of Jerusalem
Finally arrive?
Maybe that is the only way
This madness will end.
How many more chances
Do we need?
How much longer will you stand there
While the pigs come to
Spit on Your Countenance
And crush Your pearls?
I sigh for Your
City on the Hill
And long to see its gates
Meanwhile, I tarry to the mountains
Before I am tempted to
Join the sultry, drunken orgy
Of lost souls who hang the decent
And silence the morally outspoken
Whilst chanting
Eat, drink, and indulge
For you only live once
"TELL YOU ABOUT ME "
Born a full blown Libra to a scale of blind justice
My hair & eyes are brown as can be
I come from a large family
Don't like to be called a princess
every now and than you still find me climbing up a tree
My daddy paid for my expo ride
My favorite color comes in green
In my hometown I join the women baseball team.
I still own a lot of Mardi beads
I love boxing in my own back yard
I dislike when people think I am very brainy
I no longer care of the Physics of my stare
Funny to think I once knew that the mass and energy,
is related to the famous equation E=mc (tiny) 2....
c how I love the speed of light, gravity do to motion due
m &o are like the m&m of the mass related to the observation of me
LOL : - ) I still have a bit of physics dumb minded skills
Ask me this tomorrow and I will forget every # of square root
Yikes to geometry I want to c light when it comes to v for my velocity,
changing and walking to a straight direction to my four walls of dimension.
That is me not so nutty but a little crazy
With an IQ, to mix and match & play it out.
I love the challenge when I'm standing on my own high horse
Ask me to many questions you will get a beat around the bush
Who really needs to know the truth about being confused
I love to passion out my color pink.
I alway come across to many eye blinks
Get caught up in puzzles that help me think
Yes I love video games Just got done playing "Halo"
M.K. Liu K. is all I got to say/// me play Guitar Hero? hmm? ;-)
My spirit does not let go of the cartoon phase.
When it comes to favorites, I place my son as # 1
How about my favorite niece, she my only true buddy
My favorite all time poet, not many care for his dark eyes Mr E.A. Poe
Emotions to feel it all, why not let it show.
Do not give me coffee, I will over expose my silly charms.
I love my dog, hate his fleas, I keep him away from the birds and the bees
One thing I can not go with out is to solve a mystery when in doubt
I guess sometimes I can't even figure myself out,
Why some one would say I can be a role model?
This is just a bit about me, ooh yes I forgot to mention
I love the slamming world of all kinds of poetry.
by:p.d.
You were placed on the planet
to write rhymes
but to many times
people tried to fit you
in between their lines
Their prefect pairings
not caring or wanting to be fair or kind
They couldn’t possibly see you
They were bonafide blind
not understanding you
unable to peek into your multifaceted mind
You say “Darkness and Negativity”
But you are starting off in the right place
praying on your knees
No, not needing the societal disease
Who cares if it’s man you please
Only God has the answers
He holds all the keys
He gave us the birds and the bees
and lets us build our houses
out of his trees
Change is coming
I can feel it cold blowing
on the breeze
Maybe God will show us
what He sees
I know sometimes
That mirror feels cracked and broken
The image you see is frozen
Words stuck on the other side of the glass
your reflection has never spoken
When you stare into those eyes
You wonder
What things will be discovered
as your spirit is awoken
Get on the love yourself train
God’s blessed you with a token
Don’t worry, I think all of us
feel incomplete
doing the life sad shuffle
just off a bit by a half beat
yet we get off our asses and repeat
Nothing ever got done
spending to much time in a seat
Get moving guy
bring out those happy feet
You’ve got things to do
and people to meet
Put words down on paper
Take all those thoughts
the good, bad, bold and beautiful
flow-fully fill up that stark white sheet
Like yours “my reality”
is imbedded within my insanity
sometimes I’m the victim
of my own voracious vanity
I think I need to go it alone
While needing something
to fill up this heart cavity
Sometimes I feel like floating far far away
yet I can’t escape emotional gravity
My loneliness is my own preferred prison
I am my own worst enemy
Is this a strange self fulfilling prophecy
Do I need to be separate from society
If so why do I want people to look and see
To read the essence that resides in me
It’s only when I write that I totally feel free
I guess in the end I’m who I am born to be!
Inspired by Christen Foster’s “My Reality” piece.
Join me in welcoming a new poet to our family.
Green Trees Don’t Make It
Everyday
I look out and see
The ugly green trees
Standing guard
in front of my house.
And I think to myself
Who owns the trees?
And what do they think of us?
Are we their friends?
Are we their enemies?
What do the trees think of us?
Do they silently watch us,
Spies to the celestial emperor?
I have pondered this question
Many a morning,
Who is the owner of these trees?
And why do they silently watch us?
I wonder if the trees don't hate us
And why they don't protest.
Every day as we drive back and forth
Emitting poison gases from our mechanical asses
Right into their unprotected faces.
And every night we eat our dinner
And then give the trees
Our polluted leftovers
And laugh as they silently die
From our acidic fallout
Constantly floating down on their skin.
Yes, I wonder about the trees
And the birds and the bees
And everyone else.
What are they thinking?
Are they plotting revenge?
Or are they merely there
Silently, watching, plotting,
Designing fiendish plots of revenge
Dreams of vast nuclear destruction.
Cosmic diseases wiping out everyone in the ass
Oh Yes, I wonder and dream and ponder
What is the meaning of those silent green trees?
Standing on the corner
Quietly condemning us
With their quiet tears, and falling leaves.
In the winter they stand
Naked and alone
Covered with ice-cold snow
As we drive by nice and warm.
And we don't care
As they stand out in the cold
Shivering, plotting
warm plans of cosmic revenge.
Is it too late for us
To become friends with the trees?
Or will the day come
When the trees will wake up
And gather together
All the other slaves of humanity.
I have a vision
One morning I will open the door
And see an army of wild things
Coming to arrest me
For crimes against nature.
And I will plead, I did not know
And they will laugh
and turn me all of my kind
Into silent tombs,
And we will stand out in the cold
Like the green trees
Plotting dreams of revenge
For ever and ever.
Until our day finally comes
And we can go out
and kill all the wild things
Perhaps we already have.
Your innocence has blinded you from the real world makin any sense,
what's that? Say your done with it..?
Na you ain't done with this
were not even to the second quarter ya idiot,
you see life goes on without you and me,
there's still plenty of the birds and the bees,
millions of trees,
were just here to be part of history,
Scooby doo it and done it and discover some mysteries
on the scale of the universe and galaxies,
I want to be there to witness the unraveling of reality
and the tearing of causality,
need a front row seat,
can't see nothin in the nosebleeds,
i got questions to seek
cause the answers you're giving me are bleak,
got my knees shakin n feelin weak
but i keep goin cause I'm just one of them freaks,
psycho kid,
don't know when to give up cause i just never did,
you know that's messed with my head,
wish you could hear the thoughts I think layin in bed,
but I can't remember,
every time I sleep its like an eternal slumber,
I move to the fourth dimension
and can't tell my letters from numbers,
its outta wack and suddenly winter is summer
and though I'm walkin I'm a runner,
I'm a peaceful guy on the ground, while also shootin at you in a chopper gunner,
see how that works,
nope.. Cause you can't read between the quirks,
you don't know what its like to feel fine and still hurt,
to act like earnie but feel like Bert,
so thick headed
don't know the difference between and kilt and a skirt,
I think you're mind is fried and burnt,
but it could be mine,
so off the rails
can't tell the difference of space and time,
in plain sight but I'm tryin to hide,
hands bound behind my back and still tryin to fight,
I'm in the daylight but feels like its the middle of night,
tryin to cut you but what's in my hand is not a knife,
its a small little vile of blight,
once infected,
no matter how tough,
you're death will be expected
to make a few heads spin,
you're walkin on needles and pins,
the smallest amount of pain
and you're whole body will cringe,
be careful!
you don't know your and the fringe of this cliff,
one more step and you'll meet your end...
Need a push?
Darkness Where Now Poe And Raven Reside,
(Part Two)
Song over, Poe told demon band to leave
And then pointed to the now empty stage
Wretched souls, look as thy lost spirit grieves
I present this new contest- all the rage
Blood and gore will flame your dark desires
Giving some respite from thy crying pleas
In dire conflict, comes death and fire
No weak romance, on love, birds and the bees
Suddenly cast there a hero alive!
In scant armor and flesh soaked in red blood
How this mere mortal had fought to survive
His legs covered in fresh, battlefield mud
Slow to rise, but so defiantly proud
His eyes gleaming with courage Heaven sent
Then yet another crash so very loud
From lightning, its power blasted and spent.
From that flash came a monstrous beast so great
With power from fangs and dagger-like claws
Dragon of massive scale, thick armor plate
Able to spew fire from massive jaws
At first glance it sighted the hero there
Bellowing out with its accursed breath
From thy flesh my claws will now rip and tear
Until that mortal body meets thy death.
Alas! Thy foul breath has no greater foe
Its effects are horrendous unto me...
Yet there is more than even you beast know-
Stronger are roots from my ancestral tree
Send forth thy evil, hottest flaming blast
As my great shield in its glory holds true
Thy fate, thy end has now came at long last
This brighter new dawn, shall be your end too!
Master Poe laughed with his booming voice
Stepping back, giving their battle more room
Announcing this is my gift, my first choice
Entertaining you, pleasure seeing sweet doom
This hero, with mercy I gave his shield
And his scant armor to give him a chance
Battling to the death, neither can yield
Here comes blood and guts, no feeble romance!
Robert J. Lindley, 4-30-2019
Dark Rhymes, ( As Raven And Poe Both Survive Below )
Part Two... Part Three to be written soon.
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