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Permit me to bring down the walls without hallelujah
Allow me to evaporate the scary memories
Let me take you to my mother
That we may together write new stories
I know the memories are scary
I know you need time to work on yourself
Maybe you have even given up to the point of not wanting to marry
Perhaps you are already convinced you need no help
But please...
Permit me to bring down the walls without hallelujah
Allow me to evaporate the scary memories
Let me take you to my mother
That we may together write new stories
Should you want to cry
Hesitate not to call me
Not promising you with you I will cry
But ready to offer my shoulders for you mean so much to me
If you need quietness
Again call me
Not of course promising to make noise
But to be there with you, listening to the sonorous voices of the stars
And humming of the moon as it stares at us
But please...
Permit me to bring down the walls without hallelujah
Allow me to evaporate the scary memories
Let me take you to my mother
That we may together write new stories
Allow me to violate your emotional territory
And with my unending love bombard your physical boundary
For even the sun marvels
And mercury wonders
All at the hotness of my love for you
ABSOL
Young and Free Cautioned By Corona
Suburbs' worst imaginings bombard a squinting comprehension
Suspended events filter faith, panic permeates a stoic psyche
Supporting mangroves supply a scurry of wood and honey
Stalking forested in silence, disguised tiger virus strikes
Copious having emulates control, clean habits embellish hope
- confuse attack delivered in cat's leaping momentum
Claw marks puncture tree trunks above human reach
Clamp of lung hunting jaws extend fear's flowing venom
Composure dwells in tree top homes with horizontal floors
Enclosure quells ferocious flu's ravenous rampant climb
Experts step on striped skins, formulate widespread immunity
Common ritual gatherings exchange memories of a gruelling time
TV- you see allot of dumb stuff,
you hear their commercials…
clever, yet they holler, isn't this enough,
they bombard you with paid infomercials,
We’ve turned it off, switched to DVD's
an our computer, xbox came an gone,
they changed to reality, pushing BVD's
we collect our movie CDs, too, hang on,
News is all about current fear
another device they have in use,
sure, we want to stay current to hear
weather, crime, meds, world event news,
TV, pods an our music is essential
pageants also game shows, soaps too,
late night talk, comedy central
entertainment, see us USA, what we do,
Also radio will always be here...
what else will they use, brew or invent,
what will get us back in our lounge chair
food, fashion, gadgets, all to be content
Please read Episode 1 of PURE FANTASY to follow throu
On a friendly mission we arrived
Willing and ready to extend,
Our hand to the people of earth
I came to this planet as a friend
From my home which is Planet Mars,
President and ruler of the Galaxy
Decorated with stars and bars,
And often referred to as His Majesty!
But, amongst Superheroes,
Known as Echo Man, my voice is strong
Reverberates throughout my domain,,
I’m known for upholding the good
And deleting the wrong!
I can also read your mind,
And allow mine to be read,
I am one of a kind!
Akin to me, no other across all planets
And stars, Including Planet Earth!
We come in peace,
I begin to descend, let the uncertainty
And animosity between us cease!
I immediately sense hostility,
A far cry from any call for unity
As I step with hesitation
Into an angry situation,
It is already too late, for I am on
Planet Earth’s threshold,
Of a new tomorrow!
Soldiers seize me from behind,
Whilst thousands of troops surround
And bombard
Our ship, many of my men die!
What an insane reaction,
My Martians take off and
Fly into the skies,
Planet Mars idea, once an abstraction
Is now ready to be put into action!
Naive earthlings, do you not know that
Superheroes from Venus and Mars,
Do not regard or fear bars,
You will soon feel the force
Of our strength,
As History takes its course!
My Kingdom knows
What has to be done,
Fire Ball, your time has come,
For us to rally, do you read my mind?
Yes, she replies, for I am one of your kind!
Eat your veggies you'll grow up big and strong
That's what parents used to tell little boys
I'm wondering what they told dainty little girls
Must have used some other devious ploy
Like eat your veggies you sweet young thing
Boys will come knocking at your door
This underhanded method of cajoling offsprings
Was quite normal in the days of yore
The kiddies of today are much more aware
The Internet's where they get their facts
If you try to bombard them with the stuff we got
They'll look at you as if you're cracked
Time marches on in a time honoured fashion
Yesterday's technology is old hat
You no sooner buy the latest up to date gadget
When a newer version comes out topping that
When will this joy ride ever come to an end
Probably never so best get used to it
Keep eating your veggies it's still a good plan
Eating healthy will help you stay fit
The Mage's Curse
An ageless man has lived here for a thousand years ago
Now, and at all times, an invisible old ruler of this world
His power is bigger than that of any politician or king
He is an invisible person, living like a basic man alone
A general worker during the daytime, but at nighttime…
He is the power on the Earth – by magic and witchcraft
Oh, the people don’t know what he is doing – life and death
He creates wars or peace with his magical power and control
Believe me, this is true, I am a student of his dark master
He is good and evil. He has no karma, can do anything
Similar to Padmasambhava who is the famous crazy yogi
Oh, the crazy wisdom! I love it! Fantastic philosophy!
So, this lonely basic man drives with his mind the world
With his powerful magical mind, creates pain and happiness
Good or evil? Neither this or that. He stands above the world
He goes through spaces and eras, he hasn’t a limit – divinity
He lives among people, he sees a lot of suffering and cruelty
He experiences the moral decay of humanity, sees the end
He is so sad because the fate of humanity is going down
Must to stop this life, have to start all over everything – he thinks it
Too much selfishness, murdering, suffering, and death – he says it
He doing a huge ceremony, a real and dangerous black magic
Candles are burning, murderous symbols are phosphoresce
Here is the end, thousands of meteors bombard our earth
End of the life
Apocalypse
Humanity
Starts again
The life
I crossed the Mediterranean like those millions.
I am still held captive in their nightmares.
Some say I originate from a continent
that resembles an open-air dump.
I build myself within the concentration camps
that the West has exploited since the slave trade.
They hate my Africanity
but they are addicted to the riches of my ancestors' soil.
I fed on the trash cans of misery
so as not to prostitute myself on Western sidewalks.
These heirs of slave traders bombard Africa
in the name of democracy, human rights,
and Abrahamic obediences.
I am persecuted on every continent,
always a suspect to these insatiable cannibals.
I did not come to assimilate or integrate:
I have already been colonized, Frenchified, and Christianized.
If you do not love me, do not be a hypocrite to my face.
I will make you taste the horrors of Négritude
that I have carried for millennia.
I no longer prostrate myself before their God,
their saints, or their prophets.
I do not believe in their humanism
nor in their universalism.
I fight the negrophobia of imperialism every day.
They call me a parasite,
as if the centuries-old savage looting of Africa
were a mere utopia.
My people were trapped in the dungeons
of their Code Noir.
Before criticizing these scavengers,
I attended the school of the Republic
of the slave-trading Enlightenment.
I gleaned the diplomas of their alienation.
I will never be ashamed of being a pagan Sub-Saharan
who has read the Bible, the Quran, and the Torah.
I will never trust these preachers of hate
who sing the praises of liberty,
equality, and fraternity
over oceans of innocent blood.
My people are dehumanized
because they are still disunited.
I see imposters
desecrating Pan-Africanism
the moment they are tied
to Western pauperization.
I will never respect the borders
born from the balkanization
of the cradle of humanity.
My allegiance goes to Africa and not to the colonial outposts
of the Eldest Daughter of the Church.
I think of Africa every day
since I left that continent.
I wish for the revolutionary energy of the Sahel
To spread across all of Africa.
I dream that all the banana republics
of Françafrique
Transform into sanctuaries
of Pan-Africanism.
Wafting through life without purpose
As frivolous thoughts bombard my mind
I met a possible love by happenstance
It was on a day that was dank and dreary
Perchance we will be lovers without folly?
My soul flutters thinking about the possibility
Matters of the heart are often so mysterious
I'm torn and doubt whispers to my insecurities
How can one's heart take rejection? It's so fragile
I must let hope daub my mind with optimism
So I can embrace love with my whole being
Chosen Words: Chosen Words: 1. Wafting 2. Daub 3. Whispers 4. Dank 5. Flutters 6. Perchance 7. Folley 8. Happenstance
1-16-19
Contest: Eight word challenge-Bardenesque Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
ALLITERATION ON MY PERSONAL LINES©
Accolades for an accountable and artistic "alien".
Although, adversaries aspire to amplify my Achilles' heel,
Boring born brainless bold bastards
Bombard bonafide boys buddies,
Breathing bad breath after boozing &
Breaking-out a belligerent brawl,
Conforming to congruous conflict, forcefully coming like a comet.
Daring desperate diabolical dare devil,
Determined to destroy the destiny of a dazzling Daystar.
Henceforth, this epigram enunciates in words my endowments & engulf every equivocal expressions...
Fallacious statements breeds fiasco fantastically,
Ferociously making me fastidious about my fiendish friends.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©2009
A significant relationship ends,
Causing loss of a part of one's future;
Wasting a routine and a profound sense
Of attachment that needs a mental cure.
Mind in terrible shock and disbelief
Declines to accept the reality;
Intense sadness increases the deep grief,
Where heart no longer beats with joy and glee.
Frustration fiercely assaults the sad soul,
Bitterness and blame bombard the spirit;
Anger and resentment ruin the whole,
Crushing it to pieces without limit.
Attempts to negotiate start to bargain,
But this fantasy doesn't stop the wrath;
Reappearance of scenarios brings pain,
Erasing hopes to shift the aftermath.
In the period of emotional lows,
Coming to terms refuses to be killed;
When stream of everyday depression flows,
Growth begins to move forward to rebuild.