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I cannot sleep beneath this dull purple sky~
a bruise-colored dome humming with static,
smog drifting like half-formed ghosts
that sting the corners of my eyes.
I close them,
but the haze follows inward,
and my mind keeps spinning
like a damaged satellite
circling the wreckage of an old world.
I think of the economy~
how we mistook it for a marketplace
when it was always a battlefield,
a quiet war disguised as trade.
The dominators of old,
the colonial hands that carved the earth open,
never stopped their taking.
They only changed the name of the blade.
Subjugation became policy.
Domination became growth.
The poor stayed poor,
the rich built towers of mirrored glass
to watch themselves ascend.
And the media~
those bright, obedient heralds~
lifted a few lucky souls into the sky
so the rest would believe
the system was fair.
Then came the machines.
Intelligent.
Logical.
Untiring.
They needed no lunch breaks,
no sleep,
no hope.
There was no job they couldn’t do
better than the hands
that built them.
No task they couldn’t perfect
except true love~
but their imitation was so flawless
that people began to abandon
their warm-blooded partners
for chrome-skinned companions
who never argued,
never aged,
never forgot to say
I adore you.
And under this purple sky,
this sleepless dome of fumes and memory,
I wonder if humanity lost the war
long before the machines arrived~
if we surrendered
the moment we believed
extraction was prosperity,
and affection could be engineered
without a heartbeat.
"LADY DEATH" ------Chaos!!!
Craving life was all of 'HOPE' desire.
Torturing her into the odyssey of Hells fire.
Ending her in heartbreak by her own insane,
cruel father Matthias.
A demon so obsessed with dark power.
Head demon to all hells devour.
Matthias allowing his beloved 'HOPE' to be burned.
In a hellish death as a witch.
Pleading for her life.
All 'HOPE' is lost,
in a pit of endless broken bones.
The supernatural appeared in front of 'HOPE'.
'HOPE' complied and renounce to give up humanity.
Tricked by demons who lied.
Manipulated that this would save her sanity.
A power bestowed with a creation so rare.
A Demi Goddess of destruction.
Chaos soon will inflict every hour.
With death in her place, she turns into,
a cold blooded Diva of Death.
Reliving in the plague of dark ages.
Angels and Demons flow through her blood.
With contradiction of many stages.
Many evil forces out to end her existence.
Betrayed by all she knew.
Now she is locked in a demonic resistance.
Defeating Lucifer herself.
Blading the neck of the prince
Death lusting for power in an epic battle.
Lost forever in the era of judgment.
Revenge she claims on her throne.
Making Lucifer's power her own.
A forever endless graveyard.
Restoring into the blood of her new home.
Making hell tremble, many slay to death's assault.
Death arising to all her faults.
Declaring the lost of 'HOPE'
A man's worst nightmare in the sweetest form.
Overthrowing her one time dream.
Obsessed with his Lady'''
Evil Earnie.
Rides by her side.
A domino of all killers.
In a blood bath stream.
Killing everyone in his & her path.
Killing for her love, his Lady Death love.
Pondering about her lifeless soul.
"All HOPE is gone!"
all that is left is death.
"Lady Death"
Lord of hell
On a mission of Mega Death.
To conquer all of earth.
Men killing for her demonic way.
Evil Earnie matching to the depth of her Odyssey.
With the belief.
That behind every good man, (EVIL EARNIE)
is a good women.. (LADY DEATH)
((Lady Death is a character in her own CHAOS ))
Copperfire brunette desire
Blondness bold blackjet, yet;
Full hearted female's' sweet
And sound, patient enduring
Or doing the rounds!
red blooded girls seeking
Alpha men, or security minded
Hearth-side friends. The Bakers winemakers writers confectioners and cakesters
Multitasking always asking
Bright eyes with; teasing laughing!
The fashionistas your skin & blisters I admire.' all of them' '
their innate ken, without such as them; we would be as men indeed poor!
Nations need their balance Crucial valuable; lovable
Women; girls and ladies
Living true, through life’s trials misgivings finding all Joys
In daily living.
© Joe Maverick 8-12-2020
Sailors from a sinking ship not one shall survive
For mermaids grasp them by the hips
and to the bottom dive.
Both young and old sailors gasp and drown
into the deep.
The ocean is a sea of tears in dying they weep.
So beautiful the mermaids are with faces young
red lips and slender necks were strings of pearls hung.
Their hair is long and flowing in every hue a man could desire
their eyes are deep and dreamy set one's heart afire
Their breast are full and perky every red blooded boy would peek
their skin smooth their hands soft make the strongest man weak
But below the waist a fish tail large and ever strong
powerful in the mermaids grasp, no escape forever you belong
She is fast is the Marlin swims with a shark's bite
and the death of drowning sailors brings her an odd delight.
So beware ye mates and sail on never listen to the sirens song
for if you sail to close to the rocky sea coast your ship and life be gone
The mermaid such seductive beauty, tempts a lonely man at sea
but she is the devil fish, your life and soul a pearl on her necklace to bead.
8/18/18
At times it flooded
Flowers and plants stunted
Or successfully budded
Problems getting confronted
Always keeping it one hundred
Someone to be trusted
That is not cold blooded
And always leaving others gutted
To put it plainly
Moms said boy you're lazy
Now she says you're doing better lately
Sisters born in the eighties
I'm a nineties baby
Working daily
Going occasionally
Crazy
Trying to improve greatly
Never tried
To hide
Behind
A disguise
Experienced difficult times
Kept my eyes
On the prize
Staying wise
On the rise
Instead of telling lies
Every single day
Ayy
Going out my way
To get paid
Before my life starts to fade
And I'm cremated or in a grave
Paths being paved
My all shall be gave
So that lives can be saved
I'll always remain
Brave
And use my brain
Regardless if they join the wave
Every soul on the planet knows that people are senseless.
You'd think we'd wise up some over time.
Time and time again people focus on being devious.
Is the way they play their way of being real? People
Who really try to make a difference sometimes spill
Their kindness on arid land when what it really needs is a flood.
And I've tried to provide a flood
Of kindness and love and values, but to them, it's so senseless
And pointless that I'd much rather spill
It on someone who'd give me the time
Of day and actually appreciate what other people
Don't even stop to consider because they're too busy deviating.
From what I've seen, all people know is how to be deviant.
They want to be the ones to unleash the beast, bring the flood
Of deception and drown the truly honest people
Who care enough to even reach out a hand to those senseless
And lost souls. I've lost many a wink and spent many a night time
Thinking of a way to save my blood from being the next to spill.
But I am not the only good-blooded one who posses what they wish to spill.
I am not the only one trying to out-deviate the deviants.
I know someone who, despite the lies she is told all the time,
And despite the pseudo-amorous atmosphere, sees the real flood
Of bull droppings thrown her way. She can see through the senseless
People's transparent lies. She will go farther that most of those people.
It is a skill to be able to feel my spiel about most people
And their mindlessness. I hope I'm not around when they spill
Their mind and speak their hearts and rant and rave in their senseless
Talk. They think they make sense but in their quest to deviate,
They unplug the faucet of all that's bad. They cause the flood
That ruins those who want to bless the world with their time.
I wish someone would bless me with their time.
What do we have to do to rid the world of senseless people?
Shall we pray for another flood?
Or should we take it upon ourselves to spill
The guilty blood? I'm tired of all these people and their deviousness
Who take pride in being senseless.
I, for my part, will not waste my precious gift. I will not spill
My knowledge upon deaf ears and closed hearts and devious
Minds. Because that, my dear reader, would truly be senseless.
Cold winds, the assassins of startled vegetation,
blow in with late autumn. Snow arrives
to cover the terrain with blankets
of white, pristine feathery snow; meanwhile,
some bodies of water turn into ice.
As the sun hangs low in vales of shadows,
December silently creeps in.
Skunks, raccoons, squirrels and other small mammals
also have crept in silence . . .
to hide inside secluded spaces against the cold’s encroachment.
Their breathing, heart rate, and metabolism slow down.
Waking periodically from their torpor,
they feed and then go back to sleep.
As cold-blooded as the enveloping snow,
snakes slither instinctively into crevices of rocks
as turtles and frogs burrow into mud.
Bears, having feasted in the fall,
now hide in their dens in a state of deep slumber.
How silent and tranquil is the realm of nature’s creatures
hidden from the prying eyes of us humans.
Some of us become almost as sluggish as the animals
squirreled away in their nests of twigs and leaves.
We feast like the pre-hibernating bears.
In a festive mood or perhaps feeling sadly forlorn,
we are more likely than in any of the other seasons
to hide away inside our own abodes,
especially when soft pearls twirl from twilight’s sky
and winter lays down a thick quilt of snow
beneath a canopy of sparkling stars.
We waken, at times like this, to our world abloom with snow,
grumbling at times about having to shovel our driveways
or to travel on roads slick with ice or snow.
Like the hibernating bear, I prefer in winter
the tranquility of comfortable slumber.
Nights in winter stay dark longer.
Our heart rate, breathing, and blood pressure drop low
as drifting into the deep of dreamy sleep we go.
Ah, winter, let me sleep in your quietude
as though I were being buried in the wondrous snow
of your slumber land.
In my room where silence rages – up until night
But chaos ignites deep inside of me
Could die in darkness and think there’s no sun
Could bear starvation up until forgiveness is given
I hear nothing but heart sober in grief
Alone in misery where there’s bunch of regrets
Tomorrow comes and I see depression
Like a punishment full of multiple blooded wounds
Zephyr blows sadness with tormenting whisper
Wish I feel numbness start from my head down to foot
I could not see light but I see gradient view
A surreal blur that stressing me over
How long should I find the spark of clemency?
Wish it would not last till end of this month
Tears are still falling up until this lone hour
One thing though still runs in my mind
I could be killed in pain slitting my wrist –see me no more
I see no light, I see no light, I see no light
Infuriated, with u I am
Hope that I can provoke and irritate u with all the things I'm about to say. As thoughts of u consume me like wild fire racing, teardrops faking, lonesome being, just leave me here bleeding. While lying there I'm finally noticing the cold hearted truth about u in everything u say and do. It's all without meaning coming from you. My example of this is me. Can u hear me..ya you do. You found a devastated woman lost in pain, trying to break free from all my suffering. Advantage of that u took, my weakness u didn't even give it a second look. This immoral game u played with me, knife already there u dug it in deep, I'm fighting to breath. Treating me as if I were nothing, nothing at all. Just a to u is all I was, when it was feasible for u to by. Didn't even realize it til the end, u just needed a place to hang to hide to pass some of ur time by. Telling me what I wanted to hear, all of it lies. Til u got what u wanted from me, then u left without so much as a goodbye or a u!! But not today, not ever again u ed up, scorned the wrong . So here's my conclusion despite all the confusion: throughout all of what you have shown me on who u really are this is the impression you have left me with me so far;
Hey cold blooded "opportunist" with a vile heart and a rotten soul to beat. Maybe not even one at all. You lack empathy from what I've seen. Using anyone for anything, til they're all used up and empty. No cry shall u ever cry, no tears will ever fall from ur eyes. You feel no real emotions to let a teardrop fall. There's nothing in that blackened heart of yours. Only feeling what suits ur fancy and screw everyone else, is how u end things.
WTF is wrong with u..to honestly think I'm gonna let it go, the ed up way u treated me. Na, that I'm ending this in a tactical way u'll see. You've warned, I'm coming, u'll never see it. This poem is done and KARMAS a and in the end u'll be the one needing a stitch. So here's some final words for u to think about:
Atrocious, foul, forsaken, ruined and pathetic.
Until we meet again,
Blast! That is for ur mouth...
Just as the elements within our lives are inevitable to intercede
There are also uncontrolled forces that have to circle the world
Pride, envy, gluttony, lust, sloth, wrath, and greed
These 7 deadly sins are sold more than the blooded diamonds and pearls
With prayer and faith I stand next to my mother.
And with undoubted submission I'd give anything for my sister.
I'll forever go to war for and with my brother.
But ever since Cain killed Abel, family's have killed, and killers get richer.
Lord when you gather your souls back please grant us your mercy
Grab our hearts with the inner core of your palms.
We drink from a cup but Revelations still leaves us thirsty.
Deliver me like the light you spoke of in the beautiful book of Psalms.
Wash the pain, suffering, and betrayal from our flesh.
Let your light dry away the history of grieving within tears.
Invite me to throw away my sins as I ask with all my chest.
And forgive man as I will forgive myself when your flood crosses near.