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The Ivory Tusk Carry Me Home
On an island in my mind,
waves of despair roll in and out.
It never ceases.
An albatross plays the piano,
my last song and dance.
It's sad.
Even the filthy rats cry.
I muse,
I develop a rapport
with my pallbearers.
I jest
my clown pursuit of life.
And say.
Carry me to a rat hole,
I really do cry.
I can see the reincarnation
among the rats,
their bitter eyes
matching mine.
Yet it would be
a step up from this life.
If only people knew
like who would really care?
My mind's eye sharp.
Mom and Dad knew
they gave me this apple,
this apple
filled with malignancy.
It grew orchards in my mind.
Contempt.
"You were a mistake
my young child."
They were a mistake,
my fist tightening,
hitting the wall
of wanton
predispositions,
repeatedly.
Their flame,
my ashes.
Their flame,
my ashes,
my pet phrase,
an unleashed dog
barking uncontrollably
in my mind.
It won't be long now,
I shrug.
So do the rats.
The rats will be marching in,
hurrah, hurrah.
Yes, I smile a tear.
Is it the piano man,
or is it an albatross
playing
my funeral hymn?
Tears of sadness in his eyes,
I would like to think.
I write the final days,
to journal,
on this island
in my mind.
My words,
like flares shot
high up in the sky,
summoning,
summoning
for help.
But no one sees.
No one comes to rescues me.
I gather a prayer,
Dear family
thanks for nothing.
I wander
the last few breaths.
I find my bed of albatrosses,
and sink low for the last time
as the music sends me away.
connie pachecho
6/11/17
Note-I was inspired to write this piece after reading the entries to Craig
Cornish's current contest-God Knows Where I Am.
We all make choices in life:
sometimes, it's the small
seemingly insignificant
little things that can corrupt the heart
and assault the soul:
or make a positive difference in someone's life.
We try to shore up our convictions
using alternative facts, logic, pride, and hubris:
and yet end up fortifying frustration,
anger, and contempt.
For we're all human,
sharing the frailties intrinsic to our species.
No one is immune to failure,
and some have stumbled and fallen
through the cracks,
living in the shadows of life.
No one wants poverty.
And yet, it thrives all around us.
The city’s reaction to the homeless
is unapologetic and stern:
fueled by scorn, as opposed to love.
And society's deafening silence
speaks volumes;
sanctioning policies
lacking in compassion and understanding.
Our choices define us.
Some reveal humanity's heart,
while some sully humanity's soul.
Dear soulmate, sometimes life gives interesting things, events
But human thinking is not demonic, and sometimes it is morbid
People like contempt, ridicule, mockery, scorn, and expulsion
“And more…” Noted Satan
“That’s why they are sinners.” Added Master Satan
“Sin, sin, sin…” Said Catherine
“Hmm. I am a sinner.” I said
“Yes, because you were born into the human world.
Life is different here.” Said Catherine
“Do you remember your life in hell?” Asked Satan
“Yes,” I answered my lord
So you remember your luxury life… Answered Satan
“Yes. I remember.” I replied
“But you are guilty.” Said Satan
“Lord, I will take care of this rebellious demon!”
Said Master Satan
Hmm. Life is life. Must live it. Is there any choice?
“You must be positive! Here are new opportunities!
I will help you, my sad demon!” Comforted me, my angel
Catherine disappeared from my life. Where is she?
“Where is she, where is she? Repeated Master Satan
“I will come back in a different shape to you.” A voice from the air
I lived my boring life. Day to day. Nothing happened
Gray life, grey times. Just work. But I love hospitality
Very nice hotel. It’s not all bad for me in this life. Friends
“And someone else.”
Said a soft voice
Someone else?
“Yes. The same”
Sad to say,
it appears some days
the colors fade.
The bold and brave
red, white and blue caves
to lives given over to a multitude of graves.
The allegiance dies
while the inner heart cries
to question what is, what was our prize.
The political arena fails at every turn
while the constitution flames and burns
and Washington never seems to change or learn.
The people were once the voice
smothered by president and senates egotistic choice
as arresting of protester fail to alter the course.
An unsettling time rises once again
of disenchantment and contempt constrained
without resolve, message unheard though clear and plain.
Let the colors be bright and glow
deep blue with fifty white stars in rows
red and white wrapped in the democratic flow.
He is a member of the
" Intr Affilia " a non
ranking position that
Gives voice to grapples
Position. It's unofficial
Title in the game as known
Across this
whole wide world as
" The Peoples Championship"
Well we've always known
That these six clauses can
Be put in place to impact
" An urgent need of recognition"
A company rule, that is caused
By the cooperation of two or more
Rivaling companies working
In cooperation with one another.
Because of company interest
The contracts and on air
Officials cannot make reference
To a companies champion by name
Only by his championship crown.
In the best interest of business
Inprumtu committee must be
Voted into place, and will not
Be or cannot be influenced
By members of the individual
Companies, but must act in
The interest of wrestling and the
Intercompany Alliance.
A championship committee
Can only name new champions
With title belts.
Either wonvin
A tournament
Battle royal
Contest or game.
Any member with
The consent of the other
Can evoke the
Ambassadors trust
With a vote of four (minority vote)
Giving an appointmented member
Oversight of creation
Of belt, rules and regulations.
After it's creation, an announcement
Must be made and than voted
On. For approval by the full
Championship committee.
This vote only has to be greater
Than the first.if voted on the
Committee appoints a new directer
To rank the seeds, and invent the
Need of promotion, this will
Be done in protest giving
The naysayers the right to
Make stipulations band rules.
If not voted on, member have a he right
To hold the meeting in contempt of
Industry interest, and only one vote
Difference is needed to be approved.
This gives the lowest ranking official full control over
The endeavor, and he or she
Can deside what type of tourney
Will be held.(traditional, elimanating make ch,
A three team elimation match, etc, ECT)
A champion v.s. champion title make ch
Not sure nvolving is hese combations
Is the six clauses event that envokes
This event.
Each man will be anointed either
"Golden Ambassadors Champion ""
Or " People's Champion" or
American National Champion"
After doings the rich history
Or being named either will
Contested with a bout to name
The what ever the inter promotion event
Wishes it to be named.
The clown juggled his feelings in front of an incredulous crowd
Life is a circus and even a fool’s manna does not fall from heaven
He had balls to impose his mask and mascara onto instant applause
Was not sure though about who was the jester of standing ovations
His delusion was the illusion of reality in preposterous meaning
An existential artist he seemed to be in retro postmodern nostalgia
Intermezzo personified with endless beginnings entombed in a grin
Cut with a razor tattooed on his skin facing an ignorant audience
True to his script he stumbled and fell short and flat of intemperate desire
Gobbled up sand mixed with elephant poo and regurgitated misplaced pride
‘I sold my soul to fake laughter but even the kids are stuck on their phones’
Past his best like a relic he assembled dust of anger and fear for the future
He had turned into a proverbial slurve a slipped metaphor of fading delight
An imposter of joyful exuberance in a tedious world that could not care less
A projection of resentment a nuisance and overdue reminder of innocence lost
He was real to himself though like a hole in a bucket draining trickles of faith
As he gathered oblivious agony and immeasurable shame and contempt
He whipped one last sphere of hope high into the canopy of sad gloom
Hoped that the contorted trapeze artist might catch his final effort to escape
She twisted dangled reached out then crushed into a net suspended in yearning
With the show over ungrateful spectators left the miserable dishonest display
The tent was locked up and the onlookers retreated into self-righteous boredom
As lions horses fleas impalement and con artists took to their cages’ containment
The clown and the acrobat slipped off the road and eloped into a promising night
17th June 2019
“How my life has changed”
“Reformation”
I wrote a poem
A long time ago.
It was full of despair
And gray cloudy skies.
It made me cry.
I then saw a child,
Playing in a park,
Laughing and full of joy.
I wrote no more
Of gray cloudy skies.
“Reformation-2”
I wrote a poem
The other day,
It was full of joy
And sunny skies.
It made me smile.
I then saw a man
Ranting in a park,
Spewing hate and telling lies.
I could no longer write
Of bright sunny skies.
It made me cry.
Reformation-3
I hear the thunder
I see the lightning
“Proud Boys” are marching,
Cities are burning,
Blood flows in our streets.
My life was changed.
There is fire in my pen,
Its ink has turned red.
That is not who I am
That’s not what I do.
For hate breeds hate,
Lies birth lies,
Wrongs know no wrong.
And contempt fosters contempt.
My heart cries out
What am I to do?
I wrote a poem
A long time ago...
Like sunshine on a cold Spring morning
deceiving our judgment and senses,
the rat manoeuvres through honest lives,
a Machiavellian villain before our eyes.
Sharp pain in our back can not be felt,
slowly we bleed unknowingly from
malicious acts assumed as mistakes
and poisonous words on metaphorical plates.
The gullible gobbling every last morsel
coaxed by the rodent kings charm,
others now treat us with utter contempt.
Realisation dawns slowly, this was all meant.
A great planner and chess game player
- a master manipulator,
this rat's moves to the winning check mate
eminate from the deepest bowels of dark hate.
Rubbishing others to his own gain,
convincing the blind he is the best,
while deadly charisma gnaws his path,
My fellow man I plead, watch out for this rats wrath.
Nobody expects.
The meaning of all that has come before,
Is merely the prelude to the story of my life.
If all we become is the thing nobody ever foresaw,
Then wouldn’t that be such a joyful surprise?
When nobody expects,
We can easily become more than they thought.
We become more then they know we are capable of,
When we teach ourselves how to impress them all.
Nobody expects it, so nobody can be prepared,
So the truth is their only answer to your words of despair.
Why can you not aid me in my darkest of times?
When all I need is a sunbeam to shine on my life.
Why can you not hear me call aloud to the butterflies of love?
They are gone now; they flew away from me.
All beauty has disappeared;
The birds are silent and the bees no longer buzz.
Stuck in my ways with no chance of taking my chance to dance,
Because I cannot dance, so I can never hold a hand.
Seen through eyes of contempt, because I refuse to attempt,
To smile and move towards you, through fear of neglect.
Ignored for being boring,
Resented for trying to speak.
Nobody expects anything,
So I will never disappoint you when you expect nothing of me.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I have a molten hatred
And I ooze contempt for you
My mission it is sacred
And I will see it through.
I'll devote my hours to see
That you don't get no rest
All will know your depravity
From East into the West
I'll keep you down I'll whack the mole
wherever your raise your head
I'll shrink your space, compress your soul
But your blood I won't shed.
We will steer your life, suppress your goals
You talk of rights, how quaint
Your ship will founder on the shoals
You'll fade away, like rusted paint
And there's a climax we have planned
A final horror show
Can't alarm you much, can't show our hand
Keep going with the flow.
You don't know our names
You don't even know the reasons why
You call us petty, invoke shame
But we will laugh, and you will cry.