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And repression funded mental
assassination
I shall climb beyond the human
heights
When consistency aided
conspiracy
When mental discipline
Has become mental plaque
That contaminates the
constraints
Of the pure at heart
And purity poison to
contaminate
I shall rise up high
For if the worst doesn’t come
to the best
The sun shall rise in the west
Contaminated brains are
deliberating
To the concoctions of mental
assassination
For the truth shall denunciate
To become the extreme
subversive
When creativity is poisoned to
contaminate
And the capacity of common
sense
Is replaced by contaminated
plaques
That throbs and throts
My inner soul
And being pure is as good as
being contaminated
I shall remain with the
knowledge
Of good and evil
For I’m no good at all
To be pure at heart
But contaminated with pure
evil...
2: If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished? Rumi
In realms of illusion,
pain is a sharp reminder of reality.
I've been polishing since the day I was born,
reluctant to resemble the 'Tin man,'
as there is no one to guide me
away from a path of affliction,
but I know in each test, there is a lesson.
Burdens of life,
place pressure upon my heart.
Sometimes, I'm afraid it may burst,
yet, I suppress the sorrows,
worried that people may see me as weak.
Is there a metaphor for the crimson tears,
which flow through my blood vessels?
Each palpitation is reminiscent of suffering,
so it feels like a rock is banging against my chest,
but I keep rubbing it rapidly,
hoping it will reflect like a ruby.
In my anthology of adversity,
I've become tired from the pollution I breathe,
afraid toxic tumours, which once consumed my existence,
may return to contaminate the oxygen I desire.
Yet, I keep searching and fighting,
before they place me in a wooden box.
Listening to the messages tribulations bring,
hoping my eagle spirit overcomes each storm.
From the strength of healing,
soothed from the moral of each trial,
I'm content, knowing, I am stronger.
I know one day in my final defeat,
I will lay down my sword and shield.
Unable to soar, forever silent -
I keep faith that God will call me home.
CONTAMINATION
Please take a moment to wash your hands,
Clean up that mess all around where you stand.
Honestly, has it not once ever crossed your mind,
If you looked under that sink what you might find?
I sometimes wonder when I go to touch my mouth,
I could contaminate myself and become sick no doubt.
Everything we touch has been touched many times before,
Fighting Germs like these, Well, it's nothing but a war.
Just try and imagine all the things we must breathe,
Scarry as Hell when it's something we can not see.
Is there anywhere that is safe you might ask?
I can not answer that, but for now, I'll wear a mask.
It's all bad and that my Dear Friends is really sad,
When folks don't think of others, it makes me mad.
We become very ill because of so many contaminations,
Just ask your Doctor when you're at your next examination.
Nasty stuff that contamination.
tac
~Living With Love Faith And Hope~
(Diamondback)
With faith, love, can keep positive thoughts in my head
Try hard not to let anything that's bad
Contaminate my heart and soul
Faith, love, enriches, helps soul grow
Greet each day with good attitude to cope
Love, faith, trust in God reinforces for sure my hope
Hope is having faith at your command inside you
All my confidence, love, hopes with Him grow
I can dream when I keep my hope
God's love helps me with my life cope
With His love and guidance I'll make it through
He brings me peace and love when I am feeling blue
He fills of love my heart
From Him can't never part
Hope takes me far
God love you as you are
His love is there for you
Your hopes renew
With faith love grow
When there's no hope
Is hard to cope.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
May.13.2016
~Author's Notes:
The "Diamondback" is a poetry style created by Christina R. Jussaume.
I was wrong, terribly wrong.
I carried within me
memories of happenings
and rumours of fresh happenings,
that I soon realised
I'll never find peace until
In some profound eternity,
I can silence my soul.
Easier said than done.
For the mind continues delving
into the mysterious story of my life.
Grey clouds overhead
race each other,
threatening thunder.
What strange chemicals do they hide?
I hear the lovely finches twittering.
Are they near extinction?
A hunter's shot: some uselessly die.
I see fields covered with clover.
Do farmers use strange chemicals
to get a better crop? Do animals
who feed on the harvest
contaminate their innards,
so that we eat polluted food?
So my thoughts rumble on,
despite the silence all around.
Why can't I have silence in my soul?
FICTION
9/28/21
It's been tough and humbling
Just the truth, not a dark picture that I'm coloring
People coming up to me
With a look that is puzzling
Telling me how my words have been troubling
I said, "Do you have any idea of how much I've been struggling?"
All this damn alcohol I continue guzzling
The drugs and alcohol help temporarily, but I'm still suffering
Out in the country where the connection keeps buffering
All this dirt I continue shoveling
Amid any weather, even when thundering
As I continue wondering
All this ground I keep covering
Meanwhile overhead other lifeforms are hovering
Never lived a life of luxury
For a long time, been in the Coventry
Just trying to live sucker-free
Ain't got the time for f***ery
And puppetry
Never treating people like they're 'under me'
The first step for me is recovery
At times, excuse my honest vulgarity
I need to step my game up, I don't need therapy
Another's misfortune and in it others find hilarity
Well
It's towards heaven or hell
In the end I don't think there'll be any stairs for me
Only one way to find out apparently
As I travel in the dark or with a lamp fueled by kerosene
Amidst particles that contaminate the very air we breathe
My actions and words are of the utmost sincerity
I'm an oddity and a rarity
That is not infatuated with wealth and popularity
Becoming a singularity
From finding clarity
All the while working toward prosperity
Ever since the situation reached severity
In a world full of barbarity
I'm finding it harder to relate, it's having little familiarity
in a fraction of the night sky
within the size of the extended palm
are over a million galaxies
many bigger than our own
milky way! Begs the question,
is there some form out there
that we know not,
or is it that the earth is unique
and is the only one inhabited by
life forms!
In that thought we perceive
this extraordinary sense of pride,
and perhaps a sense of responsibility,
that we need to love and care for
every creature on this precious planet.
What are we doing with this hatred
and destruction! The wars and deaths,
the heart aches and sufferings!
millions of galaxies, planets and orbits,
black holes, nebulas, trillions of
asteroids, yet- we are the only unique creatures
who can live, talk, love and perceive
the wonder of creation!
Why this meaningless rat race?
worthless conquests, and tireless
accumulation of material
wealth!
A single breath of fresh air
a vision of sunrise,
the glory of flocking geese,
mountains and rivers,
what can be more valuable than that!
Look up at the sky - we are a nonexistent spot,
on our galaxy which is just a blinking star!
in that reality is hidden the true meaning of
our lives! whenever you lose hope, from societal
challenges- Just look up at the sky
and wash away the impurities that
contaminate your true self.
Life has been given me
more times than truth would dare,
Death has passed by
less often than once.
You say symmetry, symmetry
prevails around here!
I beg to differ,
the inanimate is not to fear.
Love knows no kind or state
of mind
where thoughts in line
perpetuate the logic of time
but only lives in the knowledge
that nothing perpetuates itself
except itself.
To bear fruit
is to feel the geometry of syntax
in the movements
of self-willed digits.
Yet the semantics of my heart
is to divine
the course of my fingers
riding into
the horizon of your skin.
I hear the noises
that contaminate
the streets and suburbs
of man’s blueprints and plans
but only the rhythms of your heart
channelling love’s winds of joy
make it into the soul of my land.
There’s hope for tomorrow
In the chaos of today
tomorrows will live on
like the ripple of the oceans
and the raging rivers.
It will survive in the
eyes of our children
with dreams that refuse to die
desires that will not be undone
left for dead under the cloak of our fear.
They will create a future
without restraint
taking notes from past mistakes
and redraft a new existence.
This is my hope for tomorrow
a world of equally
no one left behind
without avarice and exclusion
Oppression will crumple under the weight
of a true freedom
The young will watch the old hate die
bury their injustices deep into the ground
only to contaminate the soil
like a malignant pesticide,
and you know where they are buried.
It will the spot where the grass no longer grows.
They sheared and washed until they uncovered clean rosy skin
‘That’s more like it now we don’t have to cope with the ultimate sin’
Being different was not acceptable but now the sheep shivered
And the flock had been tainted before the firm rulers had delivered
How deplorable that this unruly animal claims to be one of us
A curse much worse than migration so this one is rather surplus
‘We hope it is not contagious because power remains to be white’
So they exhausted soap and even toilet cleaner to get this one right
All this ‘black is beautiful’ such nonsense not on these pastures
Maybe evil comes from the inside such is the reason for oils of castor
Ammonia to the rescue applied with gloves and a hard wire brush
That stinks more than the renegade creature who developed some thrush
‘Surely the gods sent guidance and providence to test our firmness
To achieve sameness and cohesion for the good of the nation in earnest’
History pointed to extermination for pure race creed and untarnished blood
What if sheep fall down and contaminate the soil when they roll in the mud
What if it’s a trap because now the offender was naked and more prominent
So they asked for a council of elders to reach a solution for agreeable consent
By now they were fearful of repercussions and tried to cover up their actions
Tarred and feathered the dissimilar bastard to revert to its original complexion
But a legacy of marginalization power hegemony could not be removed so fast
There must be heavenly purpose for keeping with conquest for good and at last
It never dawned on the farmers hypocrites bigots and misled vulnerable peers
That God might be a black women of beautiful colour and quite possibly *****
10th July 2019