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There are visions roving inside my head
of a time and place where perhaps I once lived.
But how do I know of those worldly things
if I no longer exist? I must question if I ever did.
I am off kilter, as if I'm an invisible entity,
a salty speck of foam floating on a sapphire sea.
Should I feel dire despair, indifference, or jubilant joy
that I am not part of this place that's been laid to waste?
It's as if I'm surfing in shadows over what used to be
an amusement park, but the Ferris Wheel is broken,
and there's no spark of life anywhere to be found.
Only faded pamphlets lying on the ground, sun-bleached
remnants of the way life used to be, once upon a time.
I pity me for having been given this gloomy glimpse,
a vandalized view that no one could misconstrue.
I feel like Alice wandering through a frightening fantasy.
Desperately wanting to go back through the looking glass
and forget the devastation in which the world dwells.
If I ever had an inkling of what living in hell would be,
then in this chaotic clime, this dysfunctional dystopia,
I would seek to escape my existence and set myself free.
I feel the need for fresh air, but who would care
if I should have lived or died? No one cried tears for me.
What future fate have I discovered with thoughts
hovering? Tragic thoughts that haunt me like a cold stare.
What ill winds have swept the world away?
Cursed be!
How can anything exist is this sorrowful sepulcher?
I'd rather be a soulless specter without a home
then live among those in this lamenting land.
This is not Aldous Huxley's Brave New World.
It does no good to imagine a world without me.
Friendships made; children born; none of those would exist.
I can only envision these things. These things that I've given wing.
They roam inside my head, making me wonder if I had a beginning
or an end. I feel repercussions from having a discussion
with myself over the conceptual conundrum of my existence.
Would I have been happy, would I have made others happy,
or brought them grief like the thief who collects the dead?
It's a nightmare of reality, for I am sure it's not a daydream.
Greed played its Trump card and schemed to sit on the throne
in a kingdom I could never contentedly condone.
I've no desire to dally here a moment longer, and
since I don't exist, I am certain I will not be missed.
The death penalty, a practice rooted in antiquity, continues to evoke controversy and ethical dilemmas in modern society. Despite its purported role in deterring crime and administering justice, the death penalty stands on shaky moral ground and should be abolished for several compelling reasons.
Firstly, the irreversible nature of the death penalty is inherently flawed. In a justice system prone to human error, the risk of executing an innocent person is ever-present. Numerous cases worldwide have revealed wrongful convictions, highlighting the fallibility of judicial proceedings. Once a life is taken, there is no recourse for rectifying such a grievous mistake, perpetuating an irreversible injustice that stains the fabric of society.
Moreover, the death penalty undermines the fundamental value of human life. By sanctioning state-sanctioned killings, societies diminish the sanctity of life and condone violence as a means of resolving conflicts. Such a stance contradicts the principles of compassion, rehabilitation, and forgiveness, which should underpin any civilized society's legal framework.
Furthermore, the death penalty fails to achieve its purported goal of deterrence. Empirical evidence suggests that the threat of capital punishment does not significantly deter individuals from committing heinous crimes. Instead, socioeconomic factors, mental health issues, and systemic inequalities often drive criminal behavior. Investing in preventative measures, such as education, poverty alleviation, and mental health services, would yield more effective and humane solutions to reducing crime rates.
Critics argue that the death penalty provides closure to victims' families and serves as a form of retribution. However, vengeance should not be conflated with justice. Studies have shown that the prolonged legal processes and endless appeals associated with death penalty cases exacerbate the victims' families' trauma, prolonging their suffering rather than offering closure.
In conclusion, the abolition of the death penalty aligns with the principles of justice, compassion, and human rights. By rejecting this antiquated and morally dubious practice, societies can move towards a more enlightened and humane approach to criminal justice—one that prioritizes rehabilitation, reconciliation, and the inherent worth of every individual.
This one
for
a
girl
abandoned
circumscribe
contemptuous
of
fellows
don’t
blame
her
for
misfortunes
rebellious
for
sad
fate
not
related
to
own
choice
grew up
lost
& astray
with
mishaps
believed
in
good
of
humanity
by
some
sad
repercussion
violated
blamed
too young
too dumb
too naive
don’t condemn
her
for
exploitation
as she
was
a
victim
a
silent
victim
hopeless
& muted
condone
her
as
not
her
choice
being
abandoned
broken
assaulted
dumped
&
abused
violence
unacceptable
&
should
never
be
tolerated
silent
victims
must
speak up
to
eradicate
culture
of
abuse
&
violence
to
overcome
trauma
of
domestic
violence
and
system’s
injustice
Written: April 09, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1207 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE::THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
God Made Me A Smooth Thorn,
Poking The Eyes Of My Neighbors,
Oh They Despise Me; So They Envy My Black,
See I'm Beautiful Yet Filled With Simplicity,
I Walk Earth Like Any Other Living Creature,
Honestly I Think Above And Beyond Stature,
Cause I am A Confederate Of Good Nature-
I Breathe, Eat, Sleep- How Can I Not Deserve The Same Right?
As The White Man That Lives Across The Street-
My Color Might Be Different- Black
But My Black Is Worth Breathing,
And As Far As Worthiness Is Concerned, My Black Is Priceless.
I am A Simply Complex Beauty,
Thus Humanity Justifies- Thence A White Life;
Hath No Greater Value Then Mines-
So Why Am I Being Whipped?
Why Am I Made To Weep?
As My Father's And Mothers Stand Witnesses,
Why Am I Ill-treated?
Yes Mr. White, So What's Your Worth, If I May Ask?
Cause As Far As Worthiness Goes My Black Is Priceless;
See You Have Been Dragging Me;
Since I Was A Grandchild;
And Now That I am A Grandfather-
You Still Proceed To Humiliate Me,
I am Counting My Scars; Sparks Of Survival;
Yet You Fuel My Undying Heat;
Can't You See I'm Struggling To Contain, The Fires Inside,
But How Will I Still Hold It In;
When You Killed My Brother?
Yes He Was Black; Oh, Thus You Despise-
But He Was Also Advocate Of Humanity,
That Bit You Failed To See,
So How Can You Judge Me-
When I Start Acting Like A Monkey?
For You Think You're The Lion,
Won't I Retaliate The Only Possible Way That I Know-
Indeed My Color Is Different-
And I, As The Wounded Tiger; I Cry Silent,
But As Far As Worthiness Goes;
My Black Is Priceless.
There Still Are Reasons- I Contemplate About,
Why Do You Choose This Route?
To Treat Me Lesser Then You Treat Your Pet Dog-
You Incarcerated My Whole Generation,
Yet You Can't Tolerate The Few That Survived Your Obliteration,
I Realized You Can't Condone My Breathing,
As If You Are Violated By My Living-
Isn't That Your Reason To Why You Eliminate,
Everything That's My Strength And Power;
He Who Kills Family Killed Humanity;
See You Can't Stand My Beauty,
It Hurts You, It Taunts You, It Shows You Your Ugliness,
So You Resorted To Oppression-
Which I Believe Is Because; I am Black And Unfathomable;
So Mr. White, What's Your Worth, If I May Ask?
Cause As Far As Worthiness Concerned My Black Is Priceless.
There has been news about piracy in the high seas...
And here is news about a nefarious activity you don't see...
People go missing in action off the waters of Philippines...
And then the cat and mouse game of high stakes begins...
While some families agonise over their missing loved ones....
Going by the news, the border security patrol force was duly informed...
But this I wonder, looks like the sovereign security patrols fail once again...
With a dusk to dawn curfew in force, was there a lapse in security yet again...
Was it a case of lax security or was it a case of one attempt too many...
Border Patrol boasted it has thwarted double digits of attempts that were so many...
Is this latest affront to sovereign securty a reminder we cannot escape kidnap attempts...
When we have for our neighbours bandits who sees us not as human beings...
Catch some Malaysians, then began a hide and seek game in the jungles of Philippines..
Next is a couple of months of various seek n find missions involving the governments....
And negotiations in earnest then begins , builds up to a critical delicate point ...
For money in a few tens of millions, freedom and lives can be traded to a point...
Should negotiations fell through or deadlines are missed, death to the victims ...
Often it's slow death by beheading under the guise of fanatical religious belief...
Hoping for religious sympathies to condone a blatant cruel act against humanity..
When in essence it was all a well disguised despicable act of kidnapping...
Treating fellow humans as human cattle to be traded and prices haggled...
While playing God and pretending to be God's warriors when talks are bungled...
Claiming every unfortunate victim's life in the name of the Islam religion...
Thinking in their warped religious fervour they are on the pathway up to Heavens...
These terrorists, they can be no other, terrorise the international community...
With such blatant organised crimes of inhumanity with such impunity...
Maybe vigilante squads in the Philippines is the final solution....
Thousands of drug peddlars and merchants are dead by executions...
Looks like therein lies a possible solution, storm the dense jungles...
Cash rewards for vigilante squads killing terrorists in the jungles....?
This poem has been written for you.
It was created for your eyes.
You have been searching for me
under your dark grey skies.
I'm glad our paths have crossed.
I have been searching for you too.
Stay here and do not leave me.
Please read me all the way through.
I am grateful for whatever problem,
has led you here to me tonight.
That means you were searching for some guidance,
to help you through your fight.
I was written to acknowledge your sadness.
Please remember you are not alone.
I beg of you to sit and read me,
hurting yourself I do not condone.
I was written to tell you,
the pain your are feeling gets better.
Keep me close to your body,
there isn't a storm, together we can't weather.
Please do not wipe away your tears.
You don't have to hide your sorrow.
Re-read me over and over again,
when you feel you won't make it to tomorrow.
Rip me to pieces if you must.
If it works, yell, scream, even shout.
I will still be here for you,
if it will help get your anger out.
If I could show you your reflection,
and you could see yourself from my point of view,
with your reddened eyes and tear stained cheeks,
you'd see the strength you have to make it through.
I am so glad you are still reading.
You have made it so far.
At least I know you are still with me.
Wherever in this world you are.
I commend you for fighting through.
Your efforts have not been in vain.
Please hold on and stay with me,
as I continue helping you through your pain.
You see, the two of us are very similar.
We may have even traveled the same path.
Been forgotten, betrayed, or even rejected.
Perhaps we've felt the same wrath.
If my words could reach from this paper,
I would have them create a hand.
For a soft embrace or for you to hold,
or perhaps as the one that helps you stand.
If these words could rise and create a voice,
I would have them whisper in your ear.
A kind word, a voice of reason,
providing you with what you need to hear.
I would stay here to provide you comfort,
if I could continue on forever.
Please believe me when I tell you,
I will always be here for you whenever.
If there is ever another time or night,
you feel lost or cannot go on,
just pull me up or pull me out,
I will stay with you until dawn.
Convoluted; buoyant, defiant contention,
sleeps in the corridors of mind.
Dreaming of release from constricted womb,
in portraits of terror, undeserving.
Memories of ancient; promised ascension,
returning, discerning, by design.
Opens vacant eye wish; to murky clouds of doom,
suffocation; signaling, unnerving.
Father Time is tiring; musing on his throne,
queen is overdue, for a son.
Females halt the flow; murderous reprieve,
questions for the kingdom, yet unsolved.
Advisers inquiring; gathering of stone,
debating precious things with loaded gun.
Reputation swallows; reasons to conceive,
if harvest isn't held by hands of God.
I will not condone; the emperor sans his clothes;
jesters are not captured in these frames.
So the uprising; stirs a rhapsody,
genius can quell dark regression.
Tampered comfort zones; threaten to expose,
witch trials complete with charred remains.
In the downsizing of my voracity,
the fated have no time for confession.
Through much dissension; and chartered celebration,
clutching spirits huddle in the night.
Harem is debating; adorned with feathered fears,
eager whisperings exiting to pray.
Spiraled inquisition; guiding my elation,
to thwart the scheme of hallowed parasite.
The lady in waiting; not controlled by tears,
no dirges for dead offspring hold sway.
And so I writhe; thighs chained fast,
by bonds of here; now, and then.
Conceptual delight; yesterday seduced,
hearing the midwife's joyous scream.
Empty arms beckon; to be filled at last,
I drink this beauty down like sin.
Swaddled in velvet; guarded by truth,
caressed by a mother's sacred dream.
Lost in sweet illusion of tiny sapphire eyes,
measuring the wonder that I see.
So in conclusion; genderless surprise,
this child of newborn word resembles me.
Can't see her coming down my eyes...So
Can I Let This Poem Cry
I can't see her coming down my eyes...So
Can I Let This Poem Cry
ONCE AGAIN ITS ON!!!
Flying into a dream...looking through the
unseen
wondering what i'll do...believing it isn't
you
more of believing...feeling it isn't me... The
one your after
Could it Be...Reality is kicking me in the
rear end
MC...Think Clearly...take a moment and
breathe
there's nothing but wondering...a lot of
speculation... nothing more...
F*** the Poem...Now im crying!!!
Water pooling beneath my feet...dripping
on my speculations
my-self slumped on the rocks...A rocky
revelation...
eating me alive and breaking more than
the ground itself
pain sleeping through the pores..Ice Cold
Body...
wishing to apologize...hypothetically
speaking...
probably to mine for longing for
yours...because if it could speak it would
say
more than it's fair share...to convince me
it isn't right to continue
especially since i don't condone what was
done
despite the fact it didn't involve
me...before it was mentioned
but then again... it did... just not physically
the thought was implanted into the mind
so im trying to be kosher... but im driven
in this crime of faith
now we are here in this thing
in this space sharing time
but how can u face me knowing?
Knowing what u know...keeping such
things..because i know
I know it all...I can see the look when it
comes time to lie
to present your face...your
transparent...Dont need 3-D Vision...Clear
and Present
See I try to become blind sometimes...
You Know...to keep the truth of the matter
hidden from sight...to keep it from myself
so i don't have to deal
with the Infidelity...
Emotionally...Potentially... Physical!!!
Damn!!! I really don't want anymore
pain...Do You Care?
Naw.... you don't... oh wait time out... I
forgot your transparent...
So Let me get this straight... you are still
in love with him...F*** me instead...WOW
Remember you said "If i had the
opportunity to and we weren't together I
would get back together with him"
didn't think i was listening did you?
Do I blame you... Naw Not At All!!!
I blame me for not seeing you sooner
So release me from my pain as I release
you
A real man with morals and principles would never abuse a lady
how can a man beat a woman and drive her to nothing but fear
gone are the days when a man treats a woman the way he should
not saying that there aren't men like that but honestly they are rare
How can a man kiss a woman and then tell her that she is beautiful
yet when they disagree he is quick to slap her across the face
all my life I was taught that I should always have respect for a woman
so if I should abuse one to my family I would be the biggest disgrace
Any man that would hit a woman to me is nothing more than a coward
have you ever considered that she is somebody's aunt or their mother
I would never condone a man physically abusing his wife or girlfriend
I don't care who that man is it could be my best friend or even my brother
How would you feel if a man turns around and beats your only sister
I can imagine the threatening remarks or even the action you would take
you swear on your life that you would defend any female in your family
yet you hurt another man's family you are not a real man you are a fake
I could never beat or abuse the woman that I say I love and care about
the only time I would put my hands all over her is during our lovemaking
I was thought from a tender age that a woman's strength is her mouth
so I would save my energy for the makeup which is always breathtaking
women don't be fooled if a man hits you doesn't means that he cares
he tells you how soft your skin is yet he beats you all over your body
he then comes and apologizes and tells you how much he loves you
and later the process replays like beating you is his biggest hobby
a woman's skin is so soft and her touch is so delicate and tender
and yet a man sees it fit to hit her this is something I can't understand
I am glad I can stand and say that beating a woman is ethically wrong
I could never hit a woman and this makes me proud to call myself a man
so if you are a man that beats your woman honestly you sick my stomach
how could you say you love her yet you destroy her beautiful features
I think men like you should be condemned to hell on judgment day
I'm asking the real men to join the fight against all women beaters
By: Marlon Malcolm
There comes a moment in our live's
Be it this day, this year, this night
When all at once we can bare no more
Of life's struggles, strife, and fights.
Not to say we wish to end it
But just to retreat a little while
Like a ship that leaves the harbour
To sail a sea of trials.
To deal with one wave at a time
Tossing and turning with each blow
Of what beguiles us day to day
When riding high or lying low.
Woe betide us the awkwardness
Of discussions with mother-dear
The to's and fro's of where to go
Resulting in life's understeer.
The highs of unchecked enthusiasm
Taking ourselves by surprise
With assurances of what we'll do
Towards the optimistic goal we dare to realise.
'Till at last we meet our pillows
For the truths to flow freely then
The floods of tears urge them forth
As for the first time, reality we tend.
The more we fight the more we fall
So says the back of our tired mind
But hoist the sail of want and drive
And work with the storms design.
Sometimes happenings feel larger than life
More like someone else's than our own
But just play the part and fight none
As is the only advice people seem to condone.
The step up and out can feel more like a fall
The stern ruling dominate over the bow
Severe is the harshness of reality
Of what we must face now.
No step by step instruction
Just a compass and a destination
Through the terrors we must ourselves navigate
It all being part of our confirmation.
The confirmation of what we choose to be:
An ocean liner with ease cruising through?
A fighting, battle worn frigate giving no chances?
Or an honest trade barge plodding through?
Once in a while settling at a mooring
With futures docks in sight
I know I long to stop forever there
And prolong the stillness and calm of this night.
Wether it's calm or just panic beyond measure,
I guess I'll never know
As each song on the wind's a current
That can lift me high or sink me low.
One summers day I'll reach that docks
Of the place I'm meant to be
Far away yet oh so near
I hope that soon the end I'll see.
For now I guess I'll stay adrift
In a sea of uncertainties
And shout once more and again
A young sailor's prayers and pleads.