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They hung around the beer joint with the finest Western wear
with thumbs tucked in their belt loops and such a studly air.
But those boots weren't made for stirrups and were polished to a sheen,
and on those fancy cowboy hats not a sweat stain could be seen.
You could be sure they hadn't spent much time around a branding pot,
for the only brands they recognized were ones on stuff they bought.
And if they ever passed the time just musing 'bout their spread,
it'd be the one around their middle or the one they put on bread.
Just a bunch of cowboy wannabes in a modern masquerade,
but they drove the biggest pickup trucks that Detroit ever made.
The beds were big and beautiful without a scratch or scuff inside,
'cause the only thing they hauled around was a horse's big backside.
As they stood around outside the joint, in a smart-ass state of mind,
in pulled an ancient pickup with an old horse trailer hitched behind.
The truck an old green Chevy, year 'bout nineteen fifty-nine,
with two high wooden sideboards stacked with hay bales bound with twine.
Out stepped a skinny hombre, with steel-blue eyes and bandy legs,
but he had a rippling six-pack while all the boozers sported kegs.
His cowboy hat was sweat-stained; high-heeled boots were dusty gray;
he kicked off a chunk of cow pie, then he grabbed a bale of hay.
He was mighty parched and dusty, but he wouldn't quench his thirst
'cause you're not an honest cowboy unless you water horses first.
The pack of fools gave out a hoot, yelled "Hey there, Texas Pete!
Get yourself a man-sized truck and take that geezer off the street!"
As he finished with the horses, up walked two ladies smokin' hot.
The cowboy promptly doffed his hat, while the posers there did not.
The cowboy got a long admiring look and the rounders just a sneer,
as the sham was so apparent when a real cowboy was near
They flashed the dusty cowboy a big ol' smile 'bout ten miles wide...
Said "Honey, would a gent like you care to escort us gals inside?"
He winked, then gave the trucks a look and spat a stream of juice.
Said, "Boys, y'all's might be bigger, but mine gets a sight more use."
Smirk pouty shyne-joyfully
Like an Ancient and Childlike EmeraudeTear.
Curtsy the World clumsily but gracefully
your face draws it nearer.
As are Children, kindred and kin inVestige, Envisage, Heritage of
the Seer.
Drawn to you, magnetically tracing your image,
mirror mirror.
Like a Mark on the Firmament
A Rune of Tapature
You hold your heel on my head
Branding me Evermore,
A fauning stooge caught looking,
RaptureStruckofThe LivingUnDead
As the Wind slaps your Mouth with your hair
Cause of Unspeakable verse-Unsaid
Teases your hair to be equal to
as the Golden Rays did.
Your eyes burn turn to me like a Furnace
That will Urn me a stint in Eternities Fire
of Corrections and unspeakable sentences.
You as my jailor, me as your inmate insuffered to your consequence.
They embrace the illusion, loud noises of praise - in lieu of
the mirage, I opt for unblemished soul.
Hidden symphony conjuring reckless gambit, in the open
they unveil their virtuous guise.
They are drawn to one another like magnets,
embracing shared values, dancing with darkness.
They cast stones at the different, branding diverse worship as heresy,
but God's ways invite diverse devotion.
If your laughter dances too closely with his,
you're in the waltz of flirtation.
If you lock the door of greeting, you've sealed
the envelope of rudeness in the church's mail.
They sculpt divinity from the clay of humanity,
crafting a godlike statue from the very beings it resembles.
And to souls like mine,
they label us intoxicated by the spirits of transgression.
If I choose to swim against the river of man-made language,
am I cast as a rebel in the sea of sin?
I thought about you lots last night
The moon and I were friends
We kept each other company
Companions 'til the end
I counted sheep to fall asleep
It didn't work too well
But once I had you on my mind
Off the cliff I fell
A deep doze then enveloped me
A dream state soon ensued
A lakefront through a vista
The vision was imbued
With a woman silhouetted
Beneath the shimmering trees
Approaching from behind her
I weakened at the knees
My arms then wrapped around her waist
On her neck I placed a kiss
She turned and looked right at me
Her eyes said "yes" to this
Her hair was blowing in the wind
I moved it with my hand
I brushed it back from off her face
Her beauty was so grand
We walked a path together
It led us to a shore
No words were necessary
We knew we wanted more
Unclad from any branding
Hand in hand we waded in
And then we swam, three elements
Water, skin, and skin
A night aflame continued
The morning came too soon
But waiting for me when I woke
Was my old friend, the moon
Women, oh women, see their wrath.
Fired by pain, yet called unkind.
They rise with fire in their veins,
Silent storms behind their eyes,
The world whispers of their supposed sins,
Blind to the battles they survived.
Karaba knew this bitter truth,
A victim first, a villain next,
Every strike against their soul
Built a story of fire they could not quell.
Hands that defend are called cruel,
Voices that fight are drowned in shame,
Society judges the wounded heart,
Branding courage with its blame.
Still they walk through shadowed streets,
Bearing scars that gleam like stars,
For every hand that tried to break them,
They rise fierce, unbowed, and ours.
They will not vanish, they will not bend;
Made of impurities, yet forged as steel,
Shaped into the sharpest swords;
their truth, their fire, their unbroken will.
Magnanimous Man My Papa – Ha!
Flagrant red hot poker rage
lacerated upon the head of this sole
male offspring, sans he who did
help to sire me, his vitriolic baggage
inflicted like graped shot,
and deployed barrage
also akin to inflicting searing,
menacing, and branding iron wrath
left indelible psychological blockage
insufferable emotional constipation,
wrought wretched state of human bondage
resultant outcome witnessed breakage
of spirit, when hateful scathing verbal damage
invoked, exploded, and bombed mine psyche,
especially during mein late
adolescent, and into latter adult stage,
particularly cuz this anxiety riddled Harris
exhibited no ambition to earn a living wage,
nor maximize on any inherent strengths
thus this then much younger body electric
oscillated with zero voltaic amperage,
which family of origin assemblage
dynamic ratched tension nsync
on par with hotly contesting arbitrage
additionally compounded by
indifference toward parents, a disadvantage
living under their same roof,
mama's and papa's patience
wore thin, second progeny they did disparage
punctuated with ultimatums toward me,
which did nothing to assuage
intolerable passive resistance stance,
thus expletive laced
"midnight lectures" dosage
occurred a bajillion
times per week on average
annihilating my self esteem,
wherein this native son felt
less worthy than bacteriophage
analogous to useless atrophied appendage
yours truly emotional detachment
heck, I may as well have been
ice sill hated in Anchorage,
cuz me negligible care and/or concern
amplified palpable uneasiness, a drainage
in tandem with estrangement fueled umbrage.
He went on an ayahuasca retreat searching for that magical seed.
To lead him up the stalk to his soul's treasury.
This white-collar fellow with money to burn, sitting before an old shaman.
Who'd so much to teach and he with so much to learn-
They quietly sipped the potion; the trip soon arrived.
On a psychedelic current, virgin constellation branding the eye.
After his ayahuasca odyssey, he told of wonderful things he'd seen.
Secret places he'd breached...
The mind expanding to the fringes of time.
Where he'd kissed a gilded silhouette of Jesus Christ.
He asked if I'd like to board the next mind expansion ride.
I politely declined.
Being concerned about ingesting a bad batch.
Perhaps clashing with a brass-knuckled devil.
The mind eroding into a total mental contraction.
I'm content strolling through this realm. clear minded
With its bits of heaven and hell.
I'll reach the next realm when the flesh is perfectly ripened.
It's not quite that time yet.
LIE
They see us sitting in a tub of jewels and rings
TRUTH
They never see us how much we work hard for a cent
LIE
They see us wearing a glossy crown on our heads
TRUTH
They never see how hard we try to please someone else
LIE
They see us living pampered with love and care
TRUTH
They never see the wrinkles made by pressure and stress
LIE
They see us sitting on a stack of dollars
TRUTH
They never see that we're half drowned because of financial problems
LIE
They see us putting beautiful colors in room
TRUTH
They never see how we cry when we face our own misfortune
LIE
They see us branding good reputation
TRUTH
They never see how difficult for us to conceal a mistake
LIE
They see us projecting a moral perfection
TRUTH
They never see how phony it is to be in this profession
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Form:
Time is ticking, where do you stand
Oblivious to who really controls your land
Working class… working fast
While working many perform crafty tasks
Promises for peace, truth and understanding
The undertone requires sacrifice and branding
What will you do on that day?
The bible says many will go astray
What will you think when there’s no order?
And you find out they regulate all your borders
Greed consumes the majority
It’s as if you’re already in their sorority
Fallen into the webs and traps
Inside media, hip hop and rap
So many sink into the lies
Of hypocrisy and compromise
Judgment comes within the church first
Many of Gods people seem to live the worst
You can manipulate people and alternative places
But I pity the day the lord rebukes all those faces
Repent while you can, turn from sinful desires
To save yourselves from the eternal fires
Seek Godly counsel, surrender your will
So your life’s purpose can actually be fulfilled.
By: Sabina Nicole
DUCK AFTER DUMP PING THE DON
air ring ma thoughts - no matter aye ham
juiced one twenty first century mwm ape
serves as genuine s cape
to fly (during pitch black hours of night) and escape
burning effigies, where his jumbo jet, a sonic boom stick bewitching like Snape
temporarily tough feign ruffled feathers sans rape
pay shuss selfish lust, when world sliding down behavioral sink,
where he doth jape
and me as distant outlier from madding crowd i gape
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At the sheer inanity
trumpeting strumpets donning an innate
prejudice and senselessness purr
blind faith toward self avowed demigod -- seize whore viz Cesar
his hair coiffed and puffed like it whir
wind blown kickstart ting mobs to stir
paying bodyguards to evict ruckus-causing murmur
oh...how the masses will let this country
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Go to hell in hand basket
and rack up stratospheric global debt
cause zing this one measly mortal male to fret
that totalitarian rule will force every man,
woman and child to march....het
two...three...four, while the billionaire
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turns a third blind eye speeds away in his foo fighter jet
argh...heavens to Betsy, how did the fickle finger of fate let
this pompous ass
vacuumed majority votes across world wide net
to finagle vox populi, and groom hooligan nasty ruffian thugs
with smashed face s as his smart pet
bump ping uglies henchmen set
to create their own version of the tet
offensive, despite croup bawling ashen faced deportees
whose tears sentence innocent to po' ver tee branding indiscriminately vet
so culled unwanted ill eagle "aliens"
labored with nose to grindstone
fingers to the bone vainly, their american dream parched whence whet.
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Long story short - pondering my rental circumstance will equal net
zero importance, and will be upended if this ret
chad, ewol, googly-eyed, gastronomic, narcissistic bullish don will set
the spark for world war three - via gone ah re: ha...ha...ha...to all vet
tureens within the american crucible melting pot - with backs whet
unless....Katrina and the Waves, superman or Sabrina can oust him yet!