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It was one drop.
She, in a facade of innocence, released one drop.
But one drop poisons the entire well.
And my mind won't stop turning back to it.
I know it is killing me, but I cannot stop.
I want to not want.
But I have so little control.
The countless minds in my mind dominate me.
So they force me back on this path.
This often treaded path
of longing and hoping and pain.
And my mind cannot but keep following it.
She seduced my mind.
And my mind broke itself against her.
I cannot walk, so I crawl.
I am in pain, but forward I crawl.
For just one more sip, I crawl.
Towards that poison, I crawl.
Even if I could stop,
Even if I could succeed,
I could not overcome,
I will never be free.
By body is poisoned.
It has settled into my skin, my muscle, my bone.
If pure water was brought to my lips
It would be tainted by the undying poison within.
There is no escaping it.
She corrupted it all.
It was one drop.
And it corrodes all things.
Now, I have become a poison.
My very essence turned vile.
I have become a weapon.
I infect all that I touch.
I am the Midas of poison.
I am a scourge.
Her careless drop seeps.
Seeps through all I know.
Through all known to those I know.
An evil is now loosed since I could not process it.
And yet it seems no one else sees.
They don't even detect it.
This polluted, dreadful world masks the evil,
For my corruption is another scream in the winds of chaos.
But I see it.
Within the walls of my mind.
Within my head.
This poison dissolves ambition, love, hope...
It corrupts any virtue,
It reaches at my foundations,
And it leaches whatever bit of life is left.
Without purpose.
When it is finished with me, it will eek into the ground.
No one will ever find a trace.
Not even her who caused it.
For only my tainted eyes see.
So let me rot.
Let my mind rot.
Let my thoughts and spirit and being rot.
Rot to core.
Damn her poison.
Damn my foolish mind.
Damn all parts of the Universe.
So incomplete and alone.
So lonely and alone.
So insufficient and alone.
In another world I am almost complete.
Nearly whole.
A tower of strength.
An unbreakable dam.
A mountain of virtue,
Angelic, nearing cohesion with the complete.
In that world,
I would purge this poison.
But as I am,
I cannot.
So this poison shall purge me.
I awkwardly, ineptly, and submissively fumbled thru life...,
whereat purposefulness rarely gained traction
Fatherhood (half my life time ago)
bolstered reasonable rhyme
manifesting itself before
these myopic bespectacled eyes.
Infancy, babyhood, and Childhood
evidenced, noticed, and witnessed
adequate basic provisions,
and no shortage of food
engendered dynamic cohesion
allowed, enabled, and provided
"mama's boy" imbued,
and attempted to compensate
being socially withdrawn
posting and answering
personal classified advertisements,
(while marital vows
long since pledged),
now in hindsight such risqué
communiqués juvenile and lewd
sense and sensibility
of healthy emotional, mental
and physical natural maturation
social withdrawal did occlude
invariably classmates found
lack of responsiveness rude.
Additionally, yours truly
never field tested
self reliance skill sets,
but rather overstayed his welcome
livingsocial with parents
at 324 Level Road,
whose patience he sorely tested
ofttimes giving rise
since hashtagged as
dad's infamous midnight lectures
heavily referencing expletives
which vituperative ultimatums
extemporaneously delivered courtesy
paternal linkedin progenitor of mine
when the doomsday clock struck twelve
allowing, enabling, providing
standing room only
promising colorful denunciatory epithets
assaulting, cannonading, firing...
exploding character assassination
verbal thermonuclear bombs squarely
lobbed at unemployed sole son,
his/him offspring afflicted then (three
plus decades ago and now)
with debilitating anxiety/
social panic, palmar hyperhidrosis,
body dysmorphia, and
irritable bowel for starters.
I (a rather meek individual)
stood still as a statue
silently weathering such
blistering, calumniating, excoriating,
fulminating, haranguing brickbats
upon a rather docile doodler with words,
who essentially internalized
torturous barrage vacuous warnings
to shape up or ship out,
which mother and father dearest
doled out their version
of abusive traumatic boot camp
survival mode qualified
as invisible contusions, fractures,
infarctions, lesions, obstructions
and ruinations upon psyche.
Scandinavia
Finland is the whitest country in the world
I read and according to the article in
the Sunday paper, happy in their whiteness
People in Scandinavia tend to be pale-faced
Sweden too, was white and still is, but lately
people from Muslim countries have muscled
in and disturbed the cohesion, which leaves
many a Swede worried about the future and
Greta Thunberg, will she convert and use
a face veil? I think not, she fills out her jeans
looks like a woman, although of small stature
Norway, another white country, is wealthy
selling oil and gas products to anyone who
needs to fill a tank, but since Elon Musk
visited, they were flattered as it is not often
anyone famous visits this ashen race
When he left, people bought electric cars
to save the ambient and sled dogs
The chalky people of Norway are not alone
there are the Sami people up north not far
from the Border of Russia, they also want
a share the riches
One would think. when people go electric
but keep selling pollution should bother them
not at all hypocrisy is alive and well
Whatever happens, self-interest rules ok.
At last, we have the Danish, who have a sweet national song, big container ships and a king
that rides in the park
But I think what makes the Dane happy is
the knowledge they are not Germans
We have reached the base of the Idol
where the iron is now mixed with clay
a kingdom broken and fractured
its lack of strength in full display
There can never be any cohesion
of elements weak and debased
governments and religions so splintered
where virtue and truth is erased
Oh senate of Rome you still rule here
and golden coins her decisions make
the amalgamations of your religions
continue the confusion you create
Your churches fictions were born in Persia
and your idols birth from Egypt took root
from Greece and Rome your philosophy
and senators who lie for money your offshoot
The former fools of the court now staged
the drunken revelry of Greece and Rome
highly paid keep your citizens engaged
is the takeout they dine on at home
History now accurately documents your error
the scribes no longer paid to hide your sin
but every truth has been now recorded
into the book of time not held by men
Men live as though
no record to their life exists
that every reflection of our minds and thought
and of our bodies
not in time encased
They seem as quickly to forget
the place where all exist
in where ever is the book
of time and space consist
Our inheritance millennia's of lies
the table of the world of thought
it has twisted the aim of the target
until our own destruction will have it brought
Tis the net and web that seeks to catch us
the bait is saturated with wine and song
a cup full drunk with its inebriation
until you cannot see what's right from wrong
Every conception in time has given birth
to the ideology that has taken root in man
it has grown into the tree that has not worth
and its branches to be burned and condemned
Men lavish praise on their idols
for the trophies and the titles to win
but if it is self service that you are seeking
the table that's spread will in death end
sources , Daniel
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
David Hurleys run away, he placed a sign just the other day.'
Closed till further notice I've heard.? It's beggars belief upon my word.'
I wonder if his door is round.? Like at bag end? And bolted sound?
He didnt want those visitors sure.' 1 million people, mostly sore.'
Old scomo didn't breath a word.' Or Barnaby or the other nerd.'s.'
Like sauraman their peering out, Australians are rising all about
Their coming in like swarming bees, the junta will be on its knees.'
The henchmen wear the deathmasks still, it's a sign of the sickness on the hill
I can smell it's stench.' There's a sweat of fear, though I'm in the UK it's travelled here
What can be done.? Know its begun..The unravelling of the number one
The fear of fear.' They fostered here, on captive city (what oversteer)
i'll bet they sold them noble ideals, they were almost Swiss-Canberrans is this, (for real?)
They're the most jabbed people in Oz I hear.? No flies on them, nor covid drear.?
You can't be sick and dead at once.' Or even be sacked.' It's the covid jab bounce.'
Maybe they're not Australian even? Makes you wonder bout (even stevens)
He might just show, you never can tell, just ask old scomo on the edge of hell?
Good Grahame Hood, and Riccardo Bosi, they've stood it well and gave out plenty
It's pleased I am in both of you, two worthy Aussies, just see thisl° through
I can see you're not in each other's pockets, from different positions you fire some rockets'
And that's to the good.' You and all the rest; you're building an army; best of the best.'
John Larters sound, and Craig Kelly seems too, the Gibson ahead of the other crew.'
Your in my prayers, and in my toil, in the tears I've shed in my blood that's boiled
Keep it good, your cohesion is key' you've lifted my heart a time or three.'
God bless you all just stay the course, I'll cheer you on till my throat is horse
And then I'll cheer you on some more, one the pilot I prayed for; who came to the fore.'
And a Colonel I spoke of' might one stand?, dear God you heard and that's so grand'
Now stick it to them.. Until they fall.) Our God is leading He's (the all in all)
The self-harm
Sometimes, I think I live inside the head of an ogre
whatever happens, none of us are in control, but
of a malign monster with brain cancer
Millenniums ago, when the brain was vigorous
it caught a microorganism of the type that can hide
a long time before branching out powerfully trying
to take over by altering the brain's chemistry.
Over time, the foreign body has tried to destroy it.
The cohesion that makes a brain function almost
to perfection; alas, as is with Beau's ideal, one time or another fails but can be repaired, and peace ensues.
There was a time when the monster cell was nearly
defeated but was saved by lesser pests
thinking its
cunning could be useful so it could grow alongside
The bacterium grew immensely strong and has begun threatening and altering the normal function
of the mental capacity of an encephalitic existence
the world might collapse, and a dead planet will circle the galaxy because we now know
the monster cell's purpose was to destroy god's
failures.
I have the shape of the institution.
Each email address is a human.
They are known by their words and actions.
The whole wide world is just a fraction
of all I do not know. Expansion
and contraction, breathe in, out, meditation
on existence, non-existence, creation
and duration. I have no explanation
for fusion, fission, taxonomic relations
or artificial classification.
More I do not know: locomotion
by combustion, electron separation
and transportation via superconduction
which supports the idea of the unified nation.
What girls are like behind their eyes. Masturbation
a useful restraint on overpopulation.
The story of a life, my life, any life, cohesion
must be rationed, conjured, a fiction
about a vexed, tenacious town, its rail station
truck stop, high school, night spots, recreations
the temporary citizens enact visions
dream-like orations, ballets, conflagrations
to in the end receive in annals honorable mention
from family, friends, neighbors, colleagues, institutions.
Wherever there is carcass, there the vultures will gather -
Jesus stated this; there is nothing in this to blather;
There are reasons when eagles fly around; pointing danger?
Indicating birds or animals or human stranger...?
Yet, why do they circle - is not just a single reason…
Explanations are many; there's no obvious treason;
Do they circle around to enjoy the wholesome weather?
Is it an exercise to strengthen their lovely feather…?
Do they fly so in cohesion to tell us a secret,
That cannot be spoken out except into the closet...?
That the garbage here on earth has mounted so high above,
Emptying these is, indeed, a matter of concern, thereof...?
Do they do so to gain in air their equilibrium?
Or do they do so to perfect their dactylic rhythm...?
Or thermal cause of their circling around in trooping groups?
Do they have, in their instinct, like kites, self-sustaining loops...?
Symbol of strength; guidance; innovation; inspiration;
Hope, courage and salvation; eagle has no fixed nation;
To me this has symbol of my death and resurrection,
From where I got this? To this day I've no recollection...!
Something very strange God has given to you, dear eagle!
Cyclone and earthquake easily you could make out so well;
Signs of times you know; you know scientific tempers too,
Is it this why you circle around without any woe...?
05 July 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 31 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
WORLD FAMOUS
HE WANTED OUT OF THE CONTRACTILE PAPERS THAT LIMITED
HIS PRESENT EXISTENCE.
HE COACHED BEYOND WELL.
HE TURNED AMATEURS INTO NEAR CLOSE PRO'S: BUT THEY REFUSED TO SHINE
THEY REFUSED TO BE OUTSPOKEN, THEY REFUSED TO ADD THE COHESION THEY NEEDED
TO BE BEST AMONGST THEMSELVES: AND BEST IN THE WORLD THEY WORKED IN.
INSIGHT OF FAILURE HE RECOGNIZED HIS PRESENT POSITION
AND DOUBTED HE COULD
ENCOURAGE THOSE WHO FOLLOWED HIM TO BE BETTER THAN THEY WERE.
HE WANTED OUT OF HIS CONTRACT: BUT A CLAUSE LIMITED HIM FROM ASKING TO LEAVE.
SO HE DEVISED A SCHEME, TO HAVE THE STAFF ASK HIM TO LEAVE.
HE TOLD HIS FRIEND WHAT HE WAS GONNA DO, AND HIS FRIEND ADVISED HIS AGAINST IT.
DAYS AFTER TALKING TO HIS FRIEND, A WOMAN APPROACHED HIM AND ASKED IF SHE AND HER CAMERA CREW COULD FOLLOW HIM AROUND FOR A FEW DAYS TO
DO A DOCUMENTARY ON SUCCESS AND RUGBY. HE ALLOWED THE CREW TO FOLLOW HIM, THE WOMAN KNEW OF HIS PLAN, AND NEVER SPOKE OF IT.
SHE WANTED TO SEE IF HE'D CARRY OUT WHAT HE HAD TOLD HIS FRIEND IN CONFIDENCE, AND HIS FRIEND HAD LEAKED.
WELL THE COACH, ORDERED A TEAM MEETING, AND SAID THEY HAD TO MEET HIM AT A RESTAURANT IN TOWN, TO GO OVER NEW PLANS.
HE ASKED EVERYONE TO ORDER THE SAME THING, " A ROARING hOTTIE" HE SAID IT WAS A SWEET CHICKEN DISH AND IT WOULD COST $25.00 A PLATE.
WELL THE DAY CAME FOR THE TEAM TO MEET AT THE RESTURAUNT, THEY WENT IN AND SAT DOWN. THE COACH CALLED THEM AND TOLD THEM HE'D BE THERE IN 30 MINUTES. HE TOLD THE TEAM CAPTAIN TO ORDER THE "SWEET HOTTIES' AND BY THE TIME THEY'D BE SERVING HE'D BE WALKING THROUGHT THE DOOR.
WELL THE TEAM CAPTAIN ORDERED THE "SWEET HOTTIES" AND THEY SAT DOWN AND WAITED FOR THE COACH.
THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN THE CURTAIN FLOW OPEN AND DANCERS CAME OUT AND GREETED THE TEAM.
THEY WERE MOALO DANCIE' WHILE THEY DANCED WITH THE RELUCTANT TEAM A CAMERA CREW FILMED, AND THE DANCER GAVE
THE TEAM CAPTAIN A LETTER.
HE READ THE LETTER AND IT SAID.
WE'D BE IN FIRST PLACE BY NOW
IF YOU BUNCH OF --------------'S
WOULD DO YOUR DAMN JOB
i QUIT!
SIGNED
"THE cOACH"
'Like the silence that screams, cursing solitude...
whispers of faith sing patiently with prayers.'
(Quoted by Regina Mc Intosh)
Hung suspended from hive rafters hexagonal
Leader Lady Ruler Bee gorges imprudent
Heavy duty seeps striped desirous abdominal
Workers hover, rush beneath Queen exuberant
Team enthusiasm pumps a syrup scaffold
Propolis produces massed mission belligerent
Numb buzzing bumblers fumble fated cuckold
Hunger for cohesion, gold body encompass
Busy anonymous paupers, sources unresolved
Eager in sweetness, clan clustered accomplice
Reverently fulfills each gluttonous request
Swift need swords stung in caustic redundance
Plump with pupae, flightless wings flouresced
Polar iceberg cream honey hearts can't ingest
13th January 2021
Written for Contest: Terza Rima Quote
Sponsor: Regina Mc Intosh