Long Castrate Poems
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Scrubbing dishes in a cold kitchen,
on a tabletop rats nibble
through a leather bible cover.
She turns,
a lock of sweat matted hair over one eye,
shakes a red knuckle at a wailing child
sat on the floor by the door.
When Mary, in washed-out despair,
leaves, she leaves a bible, the rats
and a child there.
Mary drying his feet with her hair.
Mary at the temple calling for him.
Mary full of sperm on a street corner.
Mary full of a Grace,
a face that makes her invisible
to rabid dogs and drinking men.
I want to put all of Her together
old and young,
fat Mary on roller skates,
sweet Mary sucking candy,
badly handled and shady Mary,
to speak now for all the wet and dry virgins
slobber some words from a beaten heart,
for all the mother’s, all the worshiping foot washers;
a patchwork Mary, a working Mary.
Let us adore her from an upstairs room
where the cockroaches scuttle near
having no fear. if we don’t,
she might one day castrate us with a steely smile.
Today I walked for Mary,
the sky was a blue egg, robed with light.
I ate a chicken sandwich, lips slick with grease.
In the Chick-fil-A a family was praying over their fast food.
The joint was hopping
kids scooting in and out of seats.
A dozen Mary’s were trying to corral them,
get then to be nice like Christ.
Later I spoke to her at the foot of a crucifix,
told her all my s..t,
felt better, a kind of peace,
knowing she knew all the things I do in the dark
when she comes to me for forgiveness and rest.
I make the sign of the cross,
I make the sign of the cross.
I mean why not?
Loss answers in wind
I think of the card she sent
Dipped in her perfume, her tears
Purple motif, ink, iris
Drops of blood of hers
She wanted me to leave her
From front to back she wrote sad
Pouring her hurt soul in words
She lived on, but died
This was back in eighty five
She wrote she was moving on
Going back to school, start fresh
Driftwood she became
Our lives parallel since then
No branches on tree of dreams
Shameful wasted lives of claim
Did she give up life
Have thirty year depression
Castrate for the pain I caused
Die on the cross to repent
Loss answers in wind
connie pachecho
1/7/16
I met my daughter's boyfriend and he's a thug.
He's a low life piece of trash who deals drugs.
When I told him to leave my house, he pulled out a knife.
He thought he was bad, he thought I would beg for my life.
That piece of scum thought he could scare me, that is what he believed.
I kicked the knife out of his hand and a beating was what he received.
I punched him over and over and gave him seven karate chops.
He fell to the floor and you should've seen how fast he dropped.
He became my daughter's ex-boyfriend after I threw him out the door.
Now she's mad at me because guys are too scared to ask her out anymore.
Low life dirtbags are the only type of guys that my daughter will date.
If she brings another boy to my house, he's someone who I'll castrate.
(This is a fictional poem.)
Stomped down reprogrammed
I like eggs don't like ham
Spam have to be turkey sized
Milk down buttered based biscuits rose high down size
Chopped phones all lies
Recorded conversations tripped up tap sized
Revised
Stem down legacy
Clorox germs toxicology
Results clear found bacteria made ironically cloned see
Genetically caster sized down grated pole
Seize the day with hard clay
Drones with no way
Watching people filtrate
Castrate cows without hooves
Jail cells cruel bills
Operated and over sized
Built down with blind eyes
Test thy legs and brain size
Tissue blown up pimp died
Hair follicles stripped clean
Down the drain nipped bean
Boxed with no socks
Troll pay been popped
Clash titans guilt stopped
Too tall chop shops
Who looses without pay
Clock in pro tops
Raise checks been cropped
Wage been dropped
Paused sales real not
Vote count been boxed
Hidden messages cleaned hot
Hits climbed all charts
One hit no mark down streets broke hearts
No love hall cops
Flash light wanna be’s
Mixed drinks without leaves
Watered down dramatically
Stage ran into pros
Bullet shot there it goes
No name been marked around schools and ball parks
Bent in stood up
No mark shirt cuffed
Shocked drilled theses signs
Result action abused mind
Hypnotic case finds
Who it be who made time
Follow flows without cuffs
Who abused us
Repeat, Repeat measures making cakes without cups
everything is made up with fake
since the things you see all are fakes
it’s pitiful, but i myself even seem to be a fake one
if i, wandering around in a maze, is not i
then my mother who gave birth to and raised me,
also is a fake.
it can’t be possible.
it’s illogical.
this chaotic world totally confuses me
mother is the only hope we have in this “all fake” world,
the only truth that we have on this earth.
it’s unthinkable considering mother’s fake,
it’s an insult to mother the most precious name of all
there must be a good reason i must have
to come to this ridiculous thought—mother also is a fake,
because of the smile of ones who make money
exploiting others’ agony and sufferings shining in the sunlight
those fake ones, all boozed up under the moonlight,
castrate a pig skillfully manipulating a knife
that gleams in the stale air under pale moonlight
and the fake ones live solely for their own merit
stroll their way wearing a sash with a beautiful phrase
‘love thy neighbor’
since no one can exist without others
or there are no others without me, the fake ones
may be telling the truth;
the fake ones, what’s so important about saving face?
why don’t you live as you are…
oh, what a ridiculous world we live in
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing out at dawn?
Why it hasn't rained for ages now,
So many failed crops, and fields you must plough.
Your dirty clothes are all so glum.
You're just a little dirty bum
You deserve no pity, my son.
Go up and clean yourself, get done,
There'll be no food for you tonight,
And don't dare cry you messy mite.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing out at dawn?
You dared disobey me again,
Bastard idiot and a pain.
Look at your clothes, all wet with dew,
Torn without a valid reason, too.
Do you think that I can afford
Money needed, is all we hoard?
I'll show you what attire you'll fray.
I swear I'll tear your hideaway.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing alone at dawn?
Did I not send you to get twigs,
Why do you behave like poor pigs?
What are those stains around your face?
Eating berries? Did you say grace?
There, how's that for a bloody punch?
Now your face looks best like a crunch,
Can't even take his correction.
Wipe that juice, you misconception.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing alone at dawn?
Were you smooching with silly ****,
That goody goody, y mutt?
Go find a hooker, try to learn
What true pleasures women can burn.
You'll never learn from that hussy,
Good for nothing bit of lassie.
If I see you again with her,
Why I'll castrate you forever.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing alone at dawn?
Were not your father there with you?
Why is your face so red and blue?
Why haven't you returned together?
Eating berries in this weather?
Why is your new shirt so blood-stained?
Don't you know he will have you chained!
Oh John, my John, you'll never learn
Your father will kill you, he's stern.
What's that smile on your face, my John?
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my son,
What were you doing?
placed 1
It's because of ya ya ya you
I'm ashamed to be wa wa wa white
Don't be sus sus sus suprised If I don't fa fa fa forgive you or f f f fight
All I can sa sa sa say is ga ga ga go castrate yourself
And sssstring yourself up like blood fruit
From a ta ta ta tree or a ca ca ca cross
You're all la la la lost and fa fa fa far from being superior
So pa pa pa please, go da da da dig your own grave and jump in
For there's nothing to win when you're ju ju ju just wrong
No songs will be sus sus sus sung in your honor
Ka ka ka keep hiding your head in your hu hu hu hood
You all look like ghosts to mum mum mum me anyway
As a mum mum mum matter of fffffact, you're all du du du dead inside
And you'll never be fu fu fu fffreee and you'll never be gu gu gu good
As of lu lu lu lu late you just lllllive in hate
The p p p p pain you inflict will never be right
May the ra ra ra rains fall hard on your night
May your da da da dreams never ca ca ca come true
But mum mum mum mmmaybe one day you mum mum mmmay see the light
Just ta ta ta take off your ru ru robe and ba ba ba burn it in plain sight
And re re rejoin the hu hu human race, stop ba ba ba bummin me out
It's just plain da da da dumb, dumb, dumb dumb
Idiocracy at its wa wa wa worst!
Ju ju ju just leave us all alone and ga ga ga go sa sa sa suck on a bone
I'll never wa wa wa walk in your sha sha sha shoes, in fu fu fu fact
You sh sh sh should take yours off
And ra ra ra roam until your fa fa fa feet ba ba ba bleed
Mummummum maybe then you just might see
Who am I kidding?
You'll never see the truth the way that you are
You're just too ruthless, it's sa sa sa ssso ba ba ba bizarre
So, do us all a favor and take a knife to your throat
'Cause you've missed the ba ba ba boat
No ka ka ka coins on your eyes will make you fa fa fa float
Or sus sus sus save your soul!
It's just not oh ku ku ku ka ka ka kay to be you!
It's not okay! Kay kay kay
Okay? kay! KKK
It's not okay!
I see a contradiction that
grows clearer with each passing day,
once I think we all one know,
once saw as just part of the game,
a dynamic state of tension
that we should hope is not resolved,
for that be would be unfortunate
for all the parties now involved.
It begins looking at the state,
that should safeguard our liberties,
and, when it steps beyond those bounds,
creates a bloody history.
We’ve seen with Commie, Nazi types
that when states seek too much control,
and try to build their ‘better world,’
millions are buried in graves cold.
We know who power will attract,
we know it always ends the same,
that’s why the Founding Father’s thoughts
to this day in wise mind’s remain.
A nation is not built top-down,
such attempts bring tragedy quick,
no human mind can do that job,
it’s changes must be organic.
That’s why they sought to protect rights,
to check and balance meddlers,
to castrate those men who would rule,
frustrate all who just sought power.
And they were right in doing this,
the job of state they said must be
to serve those living private life,
make sure that they are always free.
Of course, on drawback of this path
that we see in our current age,
is atomized individuals,
whose whims seem to drive them insane.
The men who think they are women,
young children who claim that they’re cats,
women who think we don’t need men…
they think they can be 'free' from fact!
People who say,"Close the prisons,
that killer’s just misunderstood."
Artists who sh-t on a canvas,
then demand you see it as good,
The pedos who claim ‘it’s natural,’
don’t judge us, it’s how we were born!
There’s no shortage of deviants,
and everyday seems to bring more.
It’s tempting to think that our laws
could help resolve all of these things,
but any power the state gets
it always ends up abusing...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Don't you make room
For dark despair,
Let peace now bloom
To flood clear airs.
Don't be afraid
When all seems lost,
Let joy kill dread
To cover cost.
Don't let the dark
Bring hurl of fright,
Peace is the spark
That channels light.
Don't let some fear
Force you to hide,
Light will show clear
The ego's pride.
Don't let despair
Shape wrong address,
Style your own flair
To dare express.
Don't you give in
As shadows fall,
A light within
Answers your call.
Don't let the world
Castrate your guts,
Dance your own swirls
And brave each cut.
Don't let fear tell
A sad story,
Brave how you dwell
In true glory.
Don't let the fake
Break you apart,
Truth helps you make
A healthy heart.
Don't live with hate
That poisons mind,
Love is the gate
Where fate lives kind.
Don't be blind then
As fancy stalks,
You must know when
To walk your talk.
Don't fear the truth
That sets you free,
Live ample proof
As love funds spree.
Leon Enriquez
19 September 2018
Singapore
To my face you are kindness itself:
cheerful, always upbeat,
but in your anonymous blog
you rip me apart.
You press your thumb and forefinger on each side,
hold, pull and rend,
and rupture my very innards.
You focus on me,
my life, my words, my actions and my body
like you are a Celestron Telescope
searching for every single crater and irregularity.
With an Ultima Barlow lens
and your Leica M9 18MP
You grab each natural image
and then rearrange reality with
your precious, perversely persuasive, periscopic Photoshop technique.
poetic liberty has leased you a license to assassinate,
humiliate,
decimate,
invalidate,
severely lambaste,
and mockingly castrate
everything that I identify as me.
literary freedom allows you to liberally fabricate,
mutilate,
denigrate,
incriminate,
scathingly castigate,
and maliciously urinate
on what others think of me.
To my face you are kind beyond selflessness,
but on your online beat,
your anonymous malevolence
sets you apart
from all the others
that have ever wanted
to write me up,
put me down,
and publish me out.
— Zumwalt (2011) (used by permission from zumpoems.com)