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The Malkavian..Part 1
His mind has all the meaning of a madman that is screaming
Tortured and tormented, a life lived to be lamented
His family, drained and defeated, finally retreated
Leaving him believing that he was beyond redeeming
The doctors sent in talked of hope and healing
The drugs administered only made him more demented
Cementing the feeling, that his life is just an echo
Of the endless, timeless, all consuming screaming
His best friend is a dis-proportioned bird appropriately named Buddy
Who’s monotonous motion in drinking is somewhat soothing to his being
Though not potent enough to stop the persistent pounding of the screaming
Often he stared into the emptiness of nothingness contemplating the beauty of its
existence
Only to find his mind is drowning in a confounding conundrum he can’t quite define
It's hard to be philosophical when your mental testicles haven’t dropped to the appropriate
level
So sometimes he whispers tongue twisters until his brain blisters
Madmen mask madness in mindless task of mass mayhem
It was easy for him to pretend to be prim and proper
Just a mask to don in order to dupe his doctor
Circumventing the system that couldn't’t save him
He was as he always had been and would be
In constant pain and agony with no desire for sympathy
Just in need of some freedom from his prisons and medications
Meditations and mantras had given him a sentiment of a design
On how to inhibit the screaming and maybe even end it
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Four years preparing and plotting the perfect moment of promise
A fire formed from a single flame fueled by an accelerant
Raced through the halls up the walls and killed all the residents
Eighty-eight inmates and staff burned alive in what seemed like and instant
Such little time to search through the bodies looking for a single person
He found her on the fourth floor clinging to the bathroom faucet
He lost his virginity to the burnt corpse of nurse Denise
And to his amazed mind he was astonished to find the screaming was silenced
Yale student radio (wybcx) is playing throughout the suite. I’m working on chemistry problems but when a song I don’t know is good enough to catch my attention, I add it to one of my gazillion Spotify playlists - God, I love the Internet.
One of our roommates, Sophy, is from California. She’s brilliant and friendly but almost never leaves her room, which she keeps hot and airless. If I’m in there for more than two minutes I have to start peeling off layers of clothing, one by one. She didn’t seem this odd last semester. We take turns, mediating between Sophy and the living, picking up her meals and packages, like vampire assistants.
Then there’s a nice but nerdy guy named Andy, who Anna’s adopted. He’s sitting on our deep, red, four cushion corduroy couch, crafting an essay on his laptop. He’s a divinity student who I rely on to answer my deeper religious questions.
“Do you think Jesus went around telling people his mother is a virgin?,” I’d asked.
“Jesus had brothers,” he answered, “Have you ever read the bible?” He asks.
“My bible is Seventeen magazine.” I say, hand to heart.
“Listen to this!” Andy says - a peremptory order to the room - as he begins reading from his paper. “Disruptivist writers who no longer strive for agency, circumventing narrative in order to resemble the fiction construct, risk losing what Robbe-Grillet called the “intelligibility of the world” and themselves illustrate the exhaustion of forms.” Andy paused. “What do you think?” He asked the room.
No-one says anything. No-one ever understands what Andy’s talking about.
Anna and Sunny are studying and sunbathing in the common room like they’re on some kind of permanent holiday. They occupy two generous rectangles of sunlight streaming in through the closed picture windows.
They’re laying on yoga mats, almost shoulder to shoulder, wearing bikinis and Wayfarer Ray-Bans. It’s 12° degrees outside but there’s an oil heater with a fan blowing across it that provides them with a sun-like warmth.
Welcome to higher learning 2022
Unbroken Love Shells
Do you remember the walls that stood between us like unbroken shells
of fully boiled eggs?
Do you remember there were no good reasons behind the periods of time we misunderstood each other when we first got acquainted?
This balm of protection helped us to maintain our virginity
We were enveloped in this substance deep down from the realms of the unborn world
When we lay gently breathing as fresh fetus in our mothers' womb
We appeared to mother earth as Africans building ancient castles in the air
Beyond the genuine attractions that shined like seals upon our bond of friendship
We kept circumventing our chats around the globe with a compass guiding us in the midst of our deep troubled seas
We had exchanged smiles which stirred up questions awakening senses of insecurity
Born as blacks there hung the pure shells that hid the vitality of our constancy
-the rich nutrients our wearied souls would feed upon
These nutrients would repair the broken tissues of the injuries we sustained upon the long hours of breeding fears within our spirits
Feeling as though we were enslaved inside the not perforated mighty fenced cities belonging to King Agokoli of old
May the very sharp pains that oozed from our palms of courageous handshakes
not sound like the operation of the devil's juju
May we never become embittered fellows
We're one family- from one black descent
All and sundry bathed constantly during infancy
with the time- honoured mahogany leaves that stood in the centre of the Gold Coast
Let's hold high the torch of love
Keep it burning as we climb the Legon hills of this new era
And breathe the moist air that keeps our proud continent unique
Africa would unite to hear our success
The story of the twin harmonious musical legends
Nurtured from far distant unknown lands.
Queen in our eyes!
Goddess in our hearts
Alleviated fears ;Shaped behaviors
Built careers ; Educated a nation
Sang hymnals :Through the moments slowly.
She learned to live and love
Unperturbed by failure unruffled by haste
To rise in the midnight glory
Unbounded by time ,Undimmed by hope.
She sang dirges in ceremonies
boxed by pain raze with tears
Called on a God in heaven !
Pushed by problems unleashed by dreams
To wipe our tears and fails
Charred by life’s harsh realities
Unbroken by woes strengthened in invocations
Into our stubborn adolescent years
The hectic times, the sick bed comforts
I reminisce her brief scolding
Refusing to go to school for no reason
And all her exquisite wares I broke
Can’t phantom the pain I caused her
But she never gave up on me
Not he not her not us
Even the once who upon her laps they laid not
A neighbourhood mum ; circumventing the hemisphere with her selfless deeds
Spreading euphoria here and there.
With little that she has and her love unrelenting
For the ones she nurtured beneath her feet
With a partner she adored since day one
She smiles and there’s hope
Of small beginnings and of grand endings
In her voice comfort and peace
I will forever be grateful for a mother like you
So thank you for words uttered
Your actions and inactions
Thank you for the love unconditional
Even In your anger in your pain
Thank you for souls well nurtured
The spanks so brusque The food The gifts
Thank you for the care unending
May God bless you always
Thank you for a life well lived
In your footsteps we follow suit.
You’ve all seen me, on your walks, your travels - the lonely tree
If you have had a thought - your probably would have just said, that’s strange,
but it’s nature - so let it be
But I have feelings you know
Why when my seed was planted - others not sown
I grew up with no friends
Occasionally I would be looked at by the farmer who would tend
To any branches growing in the wrong direction
And with a saw, he would take out that section
But to me, it was like taking off a limb
One that I spent years growing and now sprouting acorns that would yield
Necessary food for birds and animals as I stood lonely in this field
I stand throughout the seasons
In wind, rain, snow and blizzards - in weather that may be considered treason
But of all seasons, I welcome the spring
My arms (branches) start producing blossom - making my wooden heart go “ting”
The sun is now so warm
That is welcome, but not the wasps that swarm
To any nooks and crannies I might have in my trunk
To build a nest at the cost of the little birds who have to do a bunk
Summer is hot, making my roots thirsty
And the growing wheat noisily cracking and snapping in the sunshine - now looking dirty
In the woods nearby I hear different buds tweeting
Neighbouring fields I hear sheep bleating
But as you will see I am still that lonely tree
But now it is the Autumn, bringing the tractor that ploughs my field
Carefully circumventing me before planting more seed
For more wheat to grow next year
With the wind, I shake my leaves and shed a tear
As I understand that it will be another year
That I will be that lonely tree
The elderly man we call leader
Would shout as if our ears couldn't hear,
Then whisper with the expectation
We would agree to adhere to his
Foreign invasion~
Ten million strong from every nation.
Who was that girl, he could barely recall,
But he finally did (mis)speak her name
Because it wasn't on the teleprompter,
Neither was the word "illegal"
and his mob soon let him know
the word he should use is "undocumented."
The cities are crying blue tears and repenting,
Their citizens are no longer pretending
That all is peace and joy and love;
Our children are kicked out of school
To make room for all the illegal immigrant poor,
After all don't we owe them the American dream?
I am, you know, adamantly* against illegal immigration. ~Hillary Clinton
We simply cannot allow people to pour into the United States undetected, undocumented, unchecked, and circumventing the line of people who are waiting patiently, diligently, and lawfully to become immigrants in this country. ~Barack Obama
The issues surrounding illegal immigration are wide-ranging and complex, but there is no question about the need to secure our borders. ~Roger Wicker
I have fought on the front lines to prevent illegal immigration. I know Donald Trump will stand with me and countless Americans to secure our border. ~Joe Arpaio
*adamantly(adverb): a way that suggests one will not be persuaded to change one's mind; firmly and resolutely.
The serpent called her
And as if swans carried her light airy behind
She ran through the cooling blue vines of the garden
Into a jungle that puffed magenta steam clouds
Circumventing cawing crowds of warning green fowl
She wasn’t startled by the beast’s bright yellow face
Nor his elongated serpentine demeanor
In fact she formed a one-woman army of souls
That would one day inhabit her entire planet
She listened to his soft persuading elocute
And dreamed to appropriate her ghostly master
He entwined and penetrated her quiescent mind
Persuading and enticing with promised power
She became the trained monkey of the tempter
The first of millions that would soon go after her
Like a hungry macaque she climbed the great tree
In search of her creator’s forbidden construct
Reaching the golden fruited orb with heated breath
She plucked it without hesitation or regret
Racing through a luscious sea of green and amethyst
She finds her sleeping mate beneath a giant mushroom
She awakens him with an erotic purring
Her tantalizing womanhood nude for his taste
Drunken from her enveloping draining pleasure
He accepts her offer of golden fruited prize
As they greedily dinned the garden slowly died
And the master revoked their immortality
Clothed with wilting turquoise leaves to cover new guilt
They fled their luscious home for the valley of death
Never to return
The Caesars confoundingly conjugate, metagrobolizing to manipulate,
The egotistical empires inflate, humanity is harvested to depopulate…
He who lives by the sword, soon to be entombed by their heavy hoard,
Immaculate idols worshiped and adored, as for the poor to be ignored;
Pious pretenders to proclaim, circumventing circumstances not to blame,
Their Judas kiss bringing fame, within their subterranean scornful shame…
Thirty pieces of silver betrayed, the godless genocides have now been paid,
The snakes slithering in their shade, as the populous is slowly swayed;
Crosses made out of simple sticks, perplexing parasites playing politics,
Amidst their tyranny, they transfix, seducing symphonies tuning tricks…
Three days of darkness set to rule, double-crossed is the fanatical fool,
The demons desecrate in their drool, secreting sins through their stool.
There is great corruption everywhere...evil hides amongst the innocent...particularly in some of our churches and other religious denominations including parts of the Vatican...but thank god there are spiritual soldiers there as well...god bless them...the battles of good & evil continue.
...play the video first--then listen to the poem a few seconds later...
April.15.2020
STRAND NO 730
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
N/A for contest
Malevolent imploded uncontrollably,
twisting wildly maniacal posies
amid diabolically toasted brainstem,
angst uncompromisingly yanked tresses
purging stinging speech patterned rhymes
amuck iniquitous poetic verses hung
upside down to tormentingly dry,
facing other inimically knotted borders of
antagonistic galleries in deranged snapshots
razing warped poetical tapestries,
tripping on tunes of whiskey rushes' savoy truffles
and greenish tangerines whilst Led Zeppelin's
Sick Again danced upon reflective ceiling tiles,
time written sideways 'round alleged autonomy
hidden furthermost immune masked mirror images,
debauching Greek braille calligraphy's vindication
on walls of graffito scripted physicality
calling out 'tween hysterical compulsions,
naught one heeded the sounds of synapses
about ill-fated half moon's arresting arc,
synthetic doomsday's clocks aptly chimed
quarter to analytical cuckoo's nest repudiation,
still awaiting on serendipity to surrender
furthermost rabbit hole's curiouser rants,
relinquishing unwell-languaged compilations' sabotage - -
circumventing rhythmically subversive escaped detonation
My worst fear is to be trapped in a world, where nothing is real;
A terrestrial nightmare that's just a façade.
Existing in a realm where there's nothing to feel;
Living beneath a Heaven, where there is no God.
Escalated fears in the absence of rule,
Leaders circumventing our every natural birthright.
Usurping freedoms and sharpening their tools;
Powers that govern, in the darkness of night.
Sinister sovereign rulers, their powers unclipped,
Expressing total suppression over the land.
Where righteousness, its virtues now stripped,
Succumbs to the darkness, as the wave to the sand.
How dark is the night, that never sees day;
Naivety of the lamb; an injustice absolute.
How deep the ocean; how crimson the bay?
Man's inhumanity to man, the devil's commute.
I'd suffer the pangs of the samurai's sword
Rather than see my children languish in despair.
My worst fear is their absence of any reward,
In a world riddled with deceptiveness, almost beyond repair.
Where is the justice in this world so unfair?
Nothing other than the silent voices of the people,
Will ever free us from this most nefarious nightmare.