Long poem by
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Fulfilled fantasies and legitimate realities…you do know how to please…
Are you listening to my voice of longing and yearning?
No, don’t backstab me with your broken promises…stop being a horrid tease…
Do not worry, Lord, I am still constantly…learning…
God is here…
I’m scared, so unprepared… my flames are flared…
I’m impaired by depression wars I have fought over the years
Just a hair, faced this nightmare and no one cared
Slayed by the mocking sanity of society…reduced me to tears…
Healing is near…
Exceedingly exasperated by your empty empathy
Vacant stares flood the room in despair and envy
I adore you, you’re my door of countless opportunities and yet, time flies
Play me on the radio again and again and you’ll find where your heart lies
Don’t worry, dear…
Rising in the moment of remarkable letdowns
I had a miscarriage of misery a long time ago
You blew up my cellphone with texts, calls and happy frowns
I can do this, I have done this before, I…know…
Cower away from sheer fear that veers the head…don’t let it appear…
Yank away from my dreams…
Turn me on with your musical talents and interests alike
Broken by the useless seams…
Ride me like your favorite, childhood bike…I let go of the mic
Therapeutic aftershocks draw near to me…honey, don’t shed a tear…
Get off of my chest, heart attacks of our love from below above
I’m chasing the water under the bridge over you, can’t you sea? No possibly…no possibility…
Can’t you just leave me be?
I swear without cussing, I was being sincere with my speech you knew not of
My flow is far from yours, so don’t intertwine with my flow of ecstatic me, in need of being free
Can’t you leave my side for now?
Just leave my presence somehow…
Jealousy is key to the gates of selfish ambition, so don’t have the spirit of jeer
You served as a distraction more or less
Sorry I got you in this hell-heaven of a mess
Everything can last a while, but not forever
It is impossible to say what is on my mind whatsoever
I’m a Positive Poe and a Silly Seuss all over again…so, cheers!
Raise up your wine cups and bubblin’ beers…
My request is to kiss your lips, so warm and lovely
In my tamest dreams, I’ve looked all over for you…you were lying on stones and stix
I am raptured in this love affair; barely breathing, baby...
Do it again…do it again – the verbal abuse is a bruise I fix…you are as hard as billion brix
Going Justin Beiber on you...disappointed, you scoot away from me…drove me to laughter tears…
Plastic reality can’t undo what has happened to me in the past…I’m the mast in Antarctica, left behind at last
It is the captive soul that needs some healing…I seek something more than what meets the eyes
You are Australia and I am America…opposite directions…we drifted our separate ways oh so vast and fast
Cast away this sorrow from my sullen cheeks and these eyes that are like mood rings daily…it’s best if you don’t ask your what’s and why’s
Instead, you go Lady Gaga on me – good one! At least I’m not going Demi Lovato on you, my wandering deer
Wipe away these lament drops from my cloudy eyes
Because they won’t even consider my cry for help, but hopeless like withered kelp
Ripen me with radiance and reveal to me no sly lies
No vulgar talk please…he speaks genuine words and hear my helpless, muffled yelp
If I was your man, I’d be the happiest man alive…like Rihanna that arrives in Los Angeles for the first time…I’m getting it on poetically and popically up in here
I got you in chains in my heart…you feeling it? Are you ready? Do I need to feed you regretti?
You ain’t coming out of my ribcage
Try to plan an escape route…just try and give up already…here’s a celebrated fail with confetti
You make me feel this painless rage
I bit my Cyrus Tongue…hold your tongue before the fire consumes all…or if you whisper it in my ears, you’ll reduce me to ashes...nowhere to roam it appears…
You shelter me with laughter and peace disaster
I don’t understand the words you utter, but I know it screams out those hear-me-out’s
I can’t make out how we made it through this hardship that has torn us asunder
My ears will listen to you acutely, so I’ll be your butter on warm toast when you let out your desire shouts
Killing me alive by your sensual and passionate nature that give me dream infatuationmares…my obsession towards you is dastardly, disturbingly serpentine to my evanescent heart of stone in a sight’s gleam
I need saving, for I am caving…fell victim to lustful, ugly craving
It takes me to levels of languishing hopes
I know I was unfaithful and misbehaving…force-fed your raving
My voice of angst anguish…it still mopes
I know my rights and wrongs…
Catastrophe connection lost its link and my positivity peace is in the brink of spring – so, in winter, I sing these sad, sad songs
I was the class clown…in pointless, humor town
Now, I’m the loner in class
Let’s not categorize others and put everyone down
I am lost in a multitude alas
Inside and out, I have the hearts for you… and you had no clue
Through silence and shouts, I’m blue without you… so true…
I freaked out suddenly…
It puzzled me and bewildered you too…I’m sorry for my cyber-outburst
Dating goes bad madly…
Needed you really badly, but you were…oblivious of it, it seemed at first
Whistling to myself in a blissful moment of musical, magical muse…
I speak mindlessly with my imaginary friends and it’s amusing because I have some good and bad news…
My Silly Seuss released from my writing of childish conniving
Emerge from the volcanic vanity, scorching…warped-up writhing…
After being verse-tracked, I have some good and bad news:
I passed for being the biggest loser on Earth
I failed on being a good leader…
Mirth gives birth to a rebirth of faith hearth
Okay, fine…I’ll be a follower…
Remember, I am titaniumb and I am Rated R for Recovery
December, the month in embers…January is a new discovery
Hang on the ceiling, chandelier fear
The spotlight is on me…once and for all…
After all I’ve said and done, I’m of cheer
Because I fear no more…996th poem, y’all…
Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Gary Bateman | Details
The Pied Piper from New York City – Part One
Dare his name be said?
I say, of course, Yes!
The Pied Piper, himself, is the man, the myth, the legend.
And they, the so-called incurious lot of the hoi polloi in
American society, are the ones who accept the:
and rank buffoonery of this Pied Piper.
They are the ones who blindly choose to follow around this
Abject Charlatan and Bunco Artist without any question or
Thought or any civilized degree of true human concern, whilst
HE “pipes” loudly and rudely with an endless supply of hot air,
And with all due trickery and ferocity, his bombastic true-lies,
And his merry tunes of deceit, stupidity, and just pure-plain
“Baloney” for those seeking the simplest of answers to the
Significant questions and real problems of the day in our
Society and in the greater world, that cry out for and demand
Intelligent thought, discussion, and consideration of realistic
Solutions that directly affect people’s lives and their well-being,
And the essential stability of our country and of our allies in
This very complicated world of the twenty-first century.
Ah . . . yes, I wish this were only a dream in the deep-dark center
Of the subjunctive mood of my grammar, but not of my heart, and
My psyche—for it’s truly and unfortunately much more than this,
And it’s much more than one could ever imagine or ever venture
To say that this “Alternative Universe of the Pied Piper” is one
That’s a genuine “Nightmare,” a panoply, replete with:
a few truths,
so many more half-truths,
and endless deceptions!
And even incompetence to boot!
But look at this way, it’s just more of the old fantasies just like
The people in the past who received a fake degree from his sham,
Real Estate program at good old “TU” in the Big Apple!
Ah . . . yes, The Pied Piper is one who always takes great pride in the
Barnum-Fields' popular bon mot: “Never give suckers an even break!”
He takes this zinger to heart as part of his dubious modus operandi,
Whilst joyously snickering, and laughing behind the backs of those
Who are gullible enough and have the proclivity to believe anything
They hear him say— just as long as, “it sounds simple and good!”
When I unfortunately hear things like this, I roll my eyes and think . . .
“Simple is as simple does, and stupid is as stupid does!”
Ah . . . yes, these children of misfortune and those full of anger and
Prejudice—including assorted Hatemongers and merry groups of
White Supremacists, Neo-Nazis, Ku Klux Klan, and those so-called
Righteous Apostles of the Alt-Right who now arrogantly march and
Strut their ridiculous stuff in a true lock-step fashion to the beguiling
And mesmerizing shrill voice of this supposed modern-day hero!
This well-known, thin-skinned man with his pair of clay-feet and an
Overblown Reality TV persona is Our New York Flim-Flam Man!
All this, is clearly on display when the Pied Piper reprises his most
Famous on-the-air gig in the Reality TV World as—The POTUS!
Horribile Dictu! Horribile Dictu! Oh yes, horrible to be told! And
Horrible it is to be told for sure! This is all I can say in response to
This troubling reality for America and for the greater world.
Let us all now pray! Let us all now pray!
These poor people have no idea at all that they are being played
As fools, suckers, and willing and unwilling victims, duped by
The Pied Piper’s “Big Lie” mantra in the storied tradition of the
Twentieth-Century by the clever propaganda machinations, that
Are truly reminiscent of past evil luminaries such as: Hitler, Hess,
Goebbels, Goering, Mussolini; and don’t forget the likes also of
Lenin, Stalin, Molotov, Beria, Brezhnev, Andropov, and so on,
All the way today to the likes of Putin, Assad, Duterte, and Maduro.
Just to name a few!
Say it ain’t true . . . Say it’s not possible . . . But it sadly is!
What a motley gallery of rogues and apostles of deception,
And out and out liars and frauds to be associated with!
All the while the Pied Piper decries and bemoans the supposed
“Fake News,” and the cherished, historical role of the Free Press in
America, as protected, along with the rights of Freedom of Speech,
Religious Worship, and Peaceful Assembly as all are enshrined in the
First Amendment of the Constitution of the United States of America.
All the Pied Piper’s crying and bemoaning are quite telling and nasty
For someone who sang his paeans and voiced his fulsome panegyric
In support of “WikiLeaks,” which took great pride in their role as a
Conduit for Russian propaganda and fake news, with the obvious goals
Of spreading lies and fomenting trouble in the hope of disrupting the
U.S. Presidential Election and the general electoral process in 2016.
The Pied Piper’s despicable actions in this regard tear at the most sacred
Institutional fabric and foundation of our nation’s grand Union, whilst
Threatening the very heart and soul of our precious democracy, and the
Accepted tenets of:
Moral leadership, and
Expected professional conduct.
In this instance,
His actions and those of his henchmen
Have been and truly are shameful!
The Pied Piper also chooses, at times, to defame and shame those who
Would dare to disagree with him in both the public forum and in private.
In exacting his revenge, one of the Pied Piper’s favorite ploys is to wrap
Himself in the patriotic aura of the great American Flag, the famous
“Stars and Stripes,” which is most sacred to our American history.
This is quite rich for a man who has never served in the military, and
For one who is certainly not a veteran! He lambasts his opponents in
This fashion by calling them both “Unpatriotic” and “Un-American.”
***SEE PART TWO FOR CONTINUATION AND CONCLUSION OF POEM***
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
September 7, 2017 (Political Verse)
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2017
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
An attorney friend of mine once said,
We have two opposing views
of the hows and whys of law and time and natural evolution,
including natural law,
and including U.S. Constitutional Law.
One assumes both natural and spiritual nondual legal obligations
to invite and respond to the friends of our allies
as our potentially cooperative friends,
unless proven to be too contrary,
This is the type of lawyer,
and fellow-resident of Earth,
democratically multicultural-is-positive voter,
I intend to become
with every breath both Yang-out deductive of Yin-inductive-concave,
with every heartbeat both Yang-flow out toward diastatic climax
and Yin reverse toward aptic-static
to begin again,
with every day and nightmare,
with ever week and month and year
our Positive PolyPathic Ground
and Air and Fire and Water of Becoming
CoRevolutionaries of Moral Secular/Sacred
Yang/Yin EcoPolitical Integrity
Then there are my more amusing, and sometimes terrifyingly unwell, BusinessAsUsual WinLose LeftBrain Dominant types
The enemy of my friends
is probably also my competing ecopolitical enemy,
therefore I shall play
Mutually Assured LoseLose Condemning Belittling Bullying Destruction,
perhaps by aiming first at Islamic NationStates
owning oil and civil and climate unrest.
We shall assume WinLose normative legal ethics
and yet also RightBrain remembers this assumption's ecological conclusion
is most nihilistically, merely secularly,
reductively, merely naturally,
to Lose sacred dignity of both life and death,
to become a merely entropic dissonant future
absence of health and safety regeneration.
Despite this understory of irritating belief-faith dissonance,
I choose LoseLose Mutual Destruction
perhaps because no one sufficiently mentored
what it could promise to continue cooperatively within our larger
WinWin Earth HealthAsWealth Herstoric Narrative
about how to act and speak and design and plan and game for
PatriarchalYang EcoLogically Deductive
U.S. Constitutional (0)Riginal Ego/EcoBalancing EcoPolitical
ReGenerative Yang/DeGenerative YinSquared Inductive (0)-OverSoul,
neural-fractal flowtrend correlational-appositional co-arising,
natural and spiritual
and legal and moral and normative
and biological and ecological and ecosystemic
Taoist SpaceTime EarthRights-and-Wrongs Intent.
My Legal Counselor said,
Mother Earth is my healthiest and most nutritiously balanced
most functionally organic-cooperative
LegalAid EcoFeminist Doctor of Natural/Moral Constitutional ReGenerative Law
and Executive Orders,
about friends of friends as friends WinWin assumptions,
he himself both naturally and spiritually
I so wish he had run for CoOperative President
of Mutually ReAssuring ReGenerative Health and ReProducing WinWin Safety,
committed to enforcing a Constitutional Law
most nutritiously and organically rooted in WinWin-only choice-making,
assuming friends of friends are friends,
rather than more of the same old
I'm Not Listening!
because I can't stop talking about my FearMongering ParanoidEgo SelfIdentity,
so I'm issuing this memo from
ME: CEO of These United WinLose Corporations
TO: All bicamerally functional WinWin Civil Servants,
constitutionally self-identifying your LeftEgo/RightEco consciousness
for optimizing health and safety cooperative investment futures:
Always assume the enemies of all our allies,
(and I might be SuperPatriotically sure that our
'Allies' probably are quickly becoming a set of None, Zero,...
I'm feeling really conflicted about WinLose economics v politics
within our NATO strategy--
more logical to go WinLose separatist-fascist)...
As I was LeftBrain saying,
Always assume WinLose strategic competition is best for health and safety outcomes,
rather than continuing with the Constitutional
Evolutionary Historical Evidence
supporting a more organic Network of InterDependent CoOperation
toward One HealthySacred Body of ReGenerativity,
and away from DeGenerate Supremacies of State
WinLose Disempowerment of Liberty for All.
I suspect those more WinLeft BothAnding WinRight optimized
toward Ego/Eco Balancing patriotic civil service,
not uncivil disservice,
will have constitutional issues
with how such WinLose Assumptions of Mutual Destruction
resonates with US Constitutions
of Original WinWin EcoPolitical CoOperative Intent,
that friends of friends are also WinWin assuming and inviting friends
in NonDualist Enlightenment,
both West and East Philosophical
about ThermoDynamics of EcoPolitical YangConserving/YinProgressing
Nurturing-Integrity of Health and Safety Global thru Universal Intent.
May BioSystemic-ReGenerative EarthHearts forgive my friend,
the WinWin EcoTherapeutic Attorney
and Voter as Breather and BiCameral Heart-Beater,
for not having spoken
as resonantly as he positive-health polypathically practiced
reproduced these thoughts with feelings of co-empathic well-being.
Are we here to help each other toward more cooperatively healthy-regenerative lives?
Or do we still WinLose compete to persuade each other of why we cannot all WinWin together,
which is why we originally came to each other
to figure out how to do.
Will you only tell me why I EitherOr can't;
or also add why we BothAnd could regenerate Earth's Constitutional Beloved Community future?
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017
Long poem by
Terry O'Leary | Details
Though still within our infancy,
we strive and thrive, but woefully
we flash and flaunt our 'primacy',
display our trophies pridefully.
Our terra firma ecstasy
destroys the planet's harmony,
lays waste to life within the sea,
and all in name of vanity.
Who dares our spheroid's symmetry
by doubting Nature's regnancy
defying laws, like gravity,
affirms a fatal fallacy…
for, centered on the 'world of we',
we feed our vain insanity
on thoughts beyond eternity -
seems strange when looked at cosmically.
Perchance there is no remedy
for those in shadow's prophecy -
unless we handle skillfully,
as clay we'll pay the penalty.
The Moguls rule with cruel decree,
control the crowds like puppetry,
pursuing greed addictively
with no accountability.
The winds, they reek of Royalty
(that's bathed in suds of treachery)
and blow across the peasantry
left gasping in their pungency.
The Queen, so steeped in snobbery,
sits, preening proud Her pedigree,
on throne of ash and ebony
while sipping Sekt immodestly;
to sate Her Regal Majesty,
a caviar clad canapé
is served with golden cutlery
by maidens bent submissively.
The King is bailed from bankruptcy
by Knaves who hoodwink artfully
the down-and-outer evictee
who wallows in their lenity.
Forsooth, the Money Monarchy
ordains the dollar dynasty
portending highway robbery
by Peacocks plumed in finery,
for Jesters and the Fools agree
to dabble in duplicity
while stripping masses witlessly.
Long live the peon's penury!
To justify the oddity
that one plus one is sometimes three,
one reaches to theodicy,
takes paths of circularity.
In bygone trials of travesty
the doubters, draped in blasphemy,
endured the pain and agony
inflicted by the papacy.
Inspired by the Trinity
fanatics bent cosmology
in geocentric fantasy
while Bruno burned for heresy;
and aged women, fruitlessly
(while racked and wrenched), begged clemency
from justice framed in infamy,
but set ablaze for witchery.
That epoch of credulity
(when savants fostered sorcery
and practiced ancient alchemy)
arose in dark age quackery
as clerics dripping piety
(while raging, raving rabidly)
pervaded thralled society
with callous inhumanity;
'repent', they bellowed, 'verily,
forsake the world's iniquity,
live lives of want and chastity,
and give your gelt to God through me'
The Masters make a mockery
of freedom and democracy
by holding down the uppity,
released from shackled slavery,
now fettered in a factory
else strewn across the Bowery,
still chained in bonds of bigotry,
immersed in seas of poverty.
And colliers, tapping balefully
in sunken-mine solemnity,
yet thrum a mournful monody
some call the digger's elegy.
To children, pale and raggedy
(behind a day of drudgery),
the boss man, oh so gallantly,
presents a penny, niggardly;
though some are fed (belatedly),
their eyes recede in apathy
while bellies swell, inflatedly,
with mothers watching, wretchedly.
When met with health adversity
or broken bone infirmity,
the pauper dangles helplessly
with no insurance policy;
and those engulfed in lunacy
are ailing blobs left floating free
through psycho-dream obscurity -
a dire death row odyssey.
Forgetting mankind's unity,
our rich and poor dichotomy
breeds empty doomed finality,
Just as in days of chivalry,
wild warriors fighting forcefully
bring freedom neath the gallows tree
while blending blood and burgundy
to toast the slaughtered enemy,
or else convince the colony
to cede with smile on bended knee
and yield her diamonds, silk and tea.
At first they call the cavalry
and then again the infantry,
so proudly primped in panoply,
and armed from finest armory
(embraced in hands so tenderly),
inflict benign atrocity -
but soon atomic weaponry
will cancel our posterity.
Misusing high technology
(to feed the face of gluttony)
depletes our Rock of energy,
now slowly dying thermally.
Our gadgets breathing CFC
fuel ozone holes' immensity
while cloud bursts, raining acidly,
wilt woods in their entirety,
and rivers, tainted chemically,
refill our cups methodically
and drown our souls organically.
Adjusting genes mechanically
may well blot out the bumble bee
annulling fruits' fecundity,
but brings big bucks reliably.
We wager perpetuity
to revel momentarily
in shadow-like obscurity
ignoring the futility,
but if we bet unknowingly
on fickle fate's contingency
and thereby act haphazardly
we're doomed to lose the lottery.
The mildly mad bureaucracy
so often lacks coherency
when raping rules abundantly
but offers no apology.
They paint the past in reverie
when, slyly comes the tendency
to take away our privacy
which paves the way to tyranny.
With earlobes lurking furtively
that listen surreptitiously,
and eyeballs peering doggedly,
we've lost our mental sovereignty,
and those who dare to disagree
must hide away in secrecy
else perch in penitentiary
with water board anxiety.
Yes, sans responsibility,
our marble in this galaxy
will crumble in catastrophe
ere ever reaching puberty…
Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Laura Breidenthal | Details
From that day on and forward,
I began to see the wretchedness my God had warned me of
He cursed the Lord wholeheartedly, for inflicting yet another agony on him,
In his well he called The Prison of Plot,
He spat the grounds and laughed at random intervals,
Then the next moment, screaming at the top of his lungs in sheer madness
Dragging his face on the walls of the well, he gurgled, and growled,
He bared his teeth at his gargoyles,
And grinned the next moment,
So tickled by the fact that none knew his thoughts,
Simultaneously so angered that none could stand before him,
And claim they knew his inner commotions,
His secret knowledges, and his accelerating vastness of existence
And to exist in his presence!
To witness his every move,
Should bring one to incomprehensible awe
Perhaps he knew not at that moment that I recognized well his excruciating prides
And his fervent, wholly selfish frustrations. . . .
This was the devil I had thought I knew,
This thrashing beast, full of darkness and hatred,
Spitting obscenities at his minions,
Laughing at their impotence….
This was the devil I was sure I would find here….
Suffering as I was
A pitiful thing
Afraid of the dark,
Hesitant of the light….
Cross-legged on the floor,
I lowered my head,
Deep in the recesses of my hopes
I could not bring myself to sing,
So I prayed ardently for joy to sprout,
Prayed for the secret strength I know existed,
Within me, and the Prince. . .
If not in him alone,
But his cause was not lost in my sight,
Nor in my bleeding heart,
No matter the ache of his hatred,
Or the burns of his insults against me
“I may be bound in the chains of your righteous God,” Muttered the mighty Devil,
Spitting violently on the steaming grounds,
“Though rest assured, I hear all, e’en your despondent thoughts….
Your restless fears….your doubt of yourself….birthed from the recalcitrant womb of evil,
I am not ashamed, oh Spirit, oh temptress, and you should not be either!”
The word fell from my mouth like a droplet of rain,
Evaporating to steam before hitting the ground
He laughed deep and darkly, locking eyes with me
“You will find no softness to either end of this sword,
Nor to the future you deny available to you,
Can you not see that you are here,
For one purpose, and one purpose only,
Not only to understand me—no it cannot be,
You wish to save me!!!”
He laughed louder, the well booming with his voice,
Running through me and surrounding me
“You wish to save me
From the decision etched in stone
Fire-searing, unmovable decisions
Vowed from the natures you dare to change!
You have come to change me—yet
Again, I only change you!
With the same idea of saving what you think you have lost!
I have not changed one bit,
Perhaps the snake hides its plot,
Perhaps the dragon possessively protects its plunder,
You are the only one changing before me
I just wait for you—for you to abandon reason,
To abandon thought, to let descend your wildest dream,
The very dream that brought you here to me
The very dream that lives in your incomparable mind….”
His words were laced with satirical ire,
And saturated in kaleidoscopic pains only one with access to light could witness
“You await the sound of my voice,” I began,
“You await the shape of my words,
Every vowel and every consonant,
So that you may tear it apart in your matchless claws.”
I spat the ground, incredulously at first, and then with joy at the look of shock in his eyes
My jaw tightened with conviction,
My heart flowed with perception
“I have changed you,
Do not try to lie to me, slippery beast,
Bash your head once more upon these pitiless walls,
Make your minions and gargoyles crackle and cringe at your fury,
Laugh and cry out in anguish,
Burn the daylight out of my sorrows,
Crawl upon me and singe the very vocals declaring the glory from up above,
In silence or in sound,
All glory is to spill on God!
The end is the end,
If you wish not to exist in the conclusion,
I will be not be desolate without you,
He grants peace and joy to those who serve Him
Can you not see this is not for you alone, oh wretched, confident dragon?
Can you not see this mercy and relief I offer you,
To fulfill my duties of Agape love?
I am not your Temptress, I am your benefactor,
Inspired by the Spirit to move you
If it is too late, than so be it!
Leave me with my God you hate till the days depart from us,
Till the moment I climb out of this well with HIM and not YOU,
A transformed being with a stronger conviction than ever
You cannot deny that mankind has changed you!
That the Spirit in me and of my God affects you,
That this light is around you
Just as this darkness is
If you cannot let the light in,
If you will not let it in,
You can never let me in…..”
He grimaced, the thought of me leaving the well fracturing his thoughts,
My words flowing like waters, not processing fully in him, but drowning in him
He was looking at something distant beyond me
But as I knew, very well,
He could not stop the fact that he heard every word,
And he could not change it,
He could not make it what he wanted,
He could think what he may,
But they were rightful words,
They were from my voice
And into his ears
That, in torture, always hear
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
John Hamilton | Details
Modus Operandi of psychopaths and sociopaths
They are all around us, seeking to destroy us,
if not to kill us, to maim us, for life
physically, mentally, emotionally
They are the psychopaths and sociopaths!
Now psychopaths are rare indeed, as they
are human but do not possess human qualities
such as compassion, empathy, humility,
or have a faculty of conscience.
Psychopaths are those who make the news
as genocidal leaders, serial killers,
mass murderers, and so on.
Sociopaths are more common, actually
they are all around us, in our workplaces,
online, in our social groups, they are usually
the high achievers, CEO's, upper management
leaders in every way.
Now I'm not saying all leaders, CEO's etc are
sociopaths, just that sociopaths seem to flourish
among their peers. Although really they don't feel
that they have any...peers that is.
Much like psychopaths, sociopaths have a very high ego,
and IQ , but they do not reveal it easily, often they
use false humility, flattery and slander to lull their so called peers
into submission. To achieve their goals as status seekers,
they will say or do almost anything, as their own ego propels them in their
Predators in general, in the animal world, exist in two,
really three forms.
1. The predator that is fierce and strong, and has
no fear of anything else, even if it's prey is obviously
bigger and stronger, it rises to the challenge, usually
bringing along back up support, or his posse,
or gang member, eg Lions, or wolves working in packs
or teams against Wildebeest, Moose, Elephants etc.
2. The predator that kills a weaker prey by aggression, and subtle tactics,
overpowering that one. The predator usually picks the weaker
ones, the slower ones, as they really don't want to work that hard.
3. The carrion eaters, these really are the lazy ones, they wait for
someone else to do the hard work, the kill, then they try to take
advantage by arriving in packs to get their share.
Humans can be similar in a way, as they can be very animalistic
in their behaviours as is evidenced by the cowardly attacks seen
recently in France, Belgium, and now in Orlando.
The modus Operandi of both Psychopaths and Sociopaths is
manipulation and control, fraud, lying, slander. Manipulation of unsuspecting
people and circumstances, to gain the trust of their prey, until they get
what they want from the prey, then they are discarded like used toilet paper.
Fraud is seen by master manipulators, con men, who steal by fraudulent means
from unsuspecting victims, their life savings. They are predators also, they may not
kill, but they do take away a life, of security and hope.
Lying and slander are employed by the sociopath to achieve his/her goals.
Anyone who is wise to them, and their evil schemes, gets destroyed by
lies and slander. This is as old as the devil using the serpent in the Garden of Eden.
And really how fitting is that, as we have seen on the news lately, how boa constrictors have killed their owners, as they have gained their trust over the years, and then one day, instead of playing, they kill by suffocating their unsuspecting prey/owner/friend.
What is the solution? For now, we must be ever vigilant, not to the point of paranoia, but be observant about suspicious behaviour.
Evil now potentially lurks, in our backyards, in our homes, at school, at work, online, everywhere. Everywhere we go we could be a potential victim. Sometimes evil
things happen to good people who are in the wrong place at the wrong time. God sees everything, and he can undo, all the damage done by evil persons.
The war between good and evil, has been raging for thousands of years
as the offspring of the Devil, and the offspring of God, battle it out to the end.
The ruler of this world is a Diabolical Spirit who promotes his evil agenda, and facilitates his evil plan, manipulating all levels of society today, like a puppeteer
manipulates his puppet. Sometimes even makes his puppet talk(serpent in garden of Eden).
The thing, is the world is under the control of this diabolical organized crime boss. He has his system designed to look good but they are just false fronts, like a legitimate business, laundering the money from ilicit drugs etc.
That is why there is so much hypocrisy in organized religion, corruption in politics, and governments, and also in business, and society in general. That is why the world is slowly sinking into moral degradation, and debauchery, that has not been seen for centuries. That Sinister Spirit is now controlling the minds of the impressionable youth, inducing them to commit atrocities against humanity. What other explanation makes sense?
The good news is, Good(God) wins over evil(Devil) notice how the words fit together?
All we must do, is imitate the personality of God in our daily life, thus identifying ourselves as his children, and doing his will not our own. Then we put ourselves in line to be eyewitnesses of the end of evil for all time! Psalm37:10,11
John Derek Hamilton
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Robert Amure | Details
The Lay of The Best Man - Part 4
I ask you this: Have you ever known a man to ‘buckle under stress’?
Or have you never seen a man have a ‘moment of madness’?
Have you not heard about the unfortunate Child Physician.?
Lynch-mob [illiterate] shout “Paedo!!”… at a Paediatrician?!?!
Have you never heard of the man who acted upon ‘voices’ in his head?
May be true, may be false, who knows? But he’s left another… dead!
Where are all your Psychiatrists? Surely the world should be safer!
They claim to understand man’s mind so that we do not ….suffer.
Where are all your …..Psychologists - to prevent the incessant rot?
Have they not simply compounded the demise of your lot?
Tell me: of what good is the skilled Physician that has just saved a life…
Only to drive recklessly …..and then kill another man’s wife?
Look at the ‘nice’ man right beside you, and please confirm my advice.
Is he sexist/racist/homophobic or xenophobic? Call that ‘nice’?
Any form of hatred or bigotry exposes man to vitiated practise
All forms of prejudice renders the mind to miscarriages of justice.
The Road to Perfection may be arduous and impossibly long
But the Road to Perdition is a short-cut to where the Damned belong.
I’ve seen men baulk at good advise with sheer revulsion.
The truth of my words will be made manifest by their very reaction.
They shall think me sanctimonious and await my downfall
Or wish me harm and set their traps to defeat my life-protocol.
Come ‘Dies Irae’, I shall be triumphant, ‘Deus Volente’
‘Initium Sapientiae Timor Domini’ ……that, surely, is my stay!
I’ve seen men cold and calculating they orchestrate violence
Any scapegoat will do, to this end, they manipulate evidence.
Taking innocent lives, they have bayed lustfully with the pack
For fun, sport, or revenge, unjustly thrill in beastly attack.
With merciless disregard for person or property, they blight.
Dishing out ruthlessness, whether victim be in the wrong - or right.
All is not well with the world yet most flatly refuse to see the worst in mankind.
This just proves that both they and the rabble are truly one-of-a-kind.
They live life as though everything is fair - as in a ‘quid pro quo’ bazaar
The ‘Extraterrestrial’ asks "How are things?"; they reply: comme ci comme ca…
May I please suggest a tete-a-tete and insist: ‘come, Sir, …come see’….
All is not as it seems, for man’s first love is for ‘self’, and not for humanity!
Why do so many still denigrate a woman and take her for granted?
Despite what you say, deep within many, I know it’s been indoctrinated.
She may seem strange to you, but maybe you’re just as strange to her!
She is your equal …and ‘respect’ is not the preserve of one gender over another.
You may think you are big and mean, but it doesn’t mean she’s weaker …. cowed.
Her spirit is much more stronger, therefore you cannot break her! Coward!
Can a woman do what she wants with her body? Of course! Why kick up a stink??
Can a girl wear heels and dress all in pink? That’s her choice. What do you think??
Should she be able to walk in safety at all hours - in skimpy dress? Ideally: Yes.
Should she be comfortable with her gender without duress? Definitely! What else?
These things that she does, are never the problem and never a crime. That’s fact.
The many problems and crimes that disrupts her life are mainly men!!! …How they act.
There can be no argument that there are a few good men - very few indeed.
Those who will not stand by and gawp as they see a dying man bleed.
Yes, it is true that the first instinct of man is to assist the victim in need.
But for some, temptation grows, along with the dark shoots of greed.
How easily a good heart can get corrupted should be a warning to heed!
Vanitas vanitatum omnia vanitas, ….. this is the mainstay of man’s seed.
Of course I expect many to read [and mock] my work. I say to them: Good luck.
Continue to pretend that this world and it’s stock is not running amok.
One man is repulsed by another because they are of a different race?! Pah!!
Do you realise you’ve just inhaled the same air that once exited his face? Hah!!!
You can call it racism, jingoism, …..or if you prefer, plain old ‘prejudice’….
Sadly it will never end (let’s not pretend), as we head for the final precipice!
(The Fg 81.5.8)
Comme ci, comme ca & …tete-a-tete (French) - Like this like that & ‘….head to head’ discussion
‘Deus Volente’ (Latin) - God Willing
Dies Irae (Latin) - Day of Wrath
‘Initium Sapientiae Timor Domini (Latin) - The Fear of The Lord is the Beginning of Wisdom.
Quid pro quo (Latin) - Something for something
Vanitas, vanitatum, omnia vanitas (Latin) - Vanity upon vanities, all is vanity!
Copyright © Robert Amure | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
MOUNIR ESSENOUNI | Details
Inside the straight face of mine
Lies a sweet heart
The inside secrets has the pressure of the world on my shoulders
The pressure can be seen in my eyes as I'm told by my olders
So I walked out and put my feet in the shoes of others
and this is what I saw
I see the war spill
And bombs dropped
As I was in the house that got crushed
I drowned at sea
As my boat capsized With about 500 other families
We tried to swim to safety
I was the guy who had his hands up
While I did nothing wrong
The cop said freeze
I stood still pleaded
He screamed and fired a shot at me
I died cause I was black you see
I suffered persecution for doing nothing more then putting a cloth on my head
Covering my hair from being seen
Yet your objections and screams of oppression are obscene
Cause I was the guy labeled as a terrorist
Even though I integrated and was well educated
I had my son by my side who smiled
While the commuters read the tabloids
Taking in all the facts printed in bold
Then scrutinised and judged me
I wasn't born with dispise
But like the alphabet you begin to learn what you see
Learn hatred so you begin to preach it
Then dispise the lives of those who aren't white or belive in a diffrent creed
Cause I was the young girl followed home
Tied up, beaten and abused
All because the hatred grew inside of you
Then you decided to
Even though I was happy
Now a life time full of pain For the seconds of relife
I was the mum who lost her son to gun crime
Cause I had to work a 9 to 5 then a 5 to 9
All to put food in the fridge
My husband left me with 4 kids
I tried my best but what was I ment to do
Cause their role models wore designer gear and roles woth real models
I was the kid left on the street corner
No parents no family
No hope no dignity
So I grew cold with no home so lost hope searching for scraps
But I'm only humane
Situations dictate my movements
Greed desire need
Its inside of all of us
we claim indifference to the point we divided
When we need to Unite
But I'm only humane
I'm the nation that has no home
The people that lost their dignity
All in the name of a false deity
You whipped me out then white wash me from history
I am the slave owner That profited from the blacks
Before that the poor
They claimed I saved you, yet you were coasting Me and my union
100 years later and your still my 2nd class citizens
I'm the greedy banker that took it all
Caused the financial crisis
Left you broke and devided
Yet I still boat the ropes of owning a new boat
While Danieing it
I don't pay tax but you do
I'm the terrorist that blew up a land mark
Due to misguided means and misunderstood texts
The west funds my group
Yet you get vexed when we place a false flag test
the proofs in the leaks
They train me but once they got what they need they move me to a new country
I'm the pedophile that touched kids
But only got three years in which I didn't serve
Git a new name, new home and a monthly paycheck at your expenses
I'm the religious Figuer that preaches peace
Like the priests
Yet is consumed by a dark twisted desire
Fuled by funds from the public cause I claim to be the chosen one
I'm the leader that orchestrated the destruction and condemnation of a nation
Overthrow those who hold the gold that I want
If you don't have my bank
You better watch your back
I'm the so called democraticallyelected dictator
The second side of the same coin
I say sweet lies so you comply
Yet my reality is as bitter as could be
So repeat after Me
Live your life
Live my lies
live my life
I'm also the lobbies that spread the need for cancer sticks and alcohol poison
That touches your lips
I am the pharmaceutical company that created over a hundred disease
All in the name of greed
But I cured them all too
I keep away the secrets of the fruit herbs and plants
As they cure all that I create
For some oils can kill the cancer industry
But I have a new plan you watch and see
I am the cop told too shoot if your skin colour match the colour of my boot
My ego inflated so I do what I wanna do
The uniform means I'm above you
Body slam you in to the floor
or its gonna be 5 against one death match
I'm the top gun with the badge
Even though I'm a pawn used the same chess match
I'm the only one to drop an atomic bomb
Wiped out a city
Yet I'm still called greate
Could have avoided the devastation
But I still decided to wipe out a civilisation
But I'm only humane
I am the evil that resides in all of us
The love the hope the list
The hate the anger the greed
Yet my heart still beats
The Melina in my skin
The need for water, food
I'm just like you
So what's the difference between you and I
There's love there's hate
So now I've walked these streets
Unraveling the inside secrets
But disbite all
I'm only humane
Copyright © MOUNIR ESSENOUNI | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
JW Earnings | Details
Away from your embrace
Day by day,
Washing away my face
In the mirror before me...
I ran the race with determination and fury...
I took the correction that God had in mind for me all along...but yet, I still wandering around, wondering where you've been...
It's shown by the beads of sweat I excrete with pride
It's shown by the tears I've cried...the pain I bask in
And the giving-up feeling I hide
Doubt drowns my sky high spirit that let out rays of the sun during joyous days
Optimism orgasms fulfill my inner being...
Pessimism's prism follows me around...illuminati signs are left unseeing...
Because I used to see them all around me - the eyes, the shapes, the vile hatred that's masked with happy dread
Life can be so tough...
Satan has ruined most of me
But, not all of me, I see
So fixated on my free falls and downfalls along with it
Too tired to think or feel or speak in this perilous pit
You think I'm attractive
In my pain that's active?
Do you think me interactive
When I yearn for your ears that are keen and attentive
You can't see these tears...
You can't mend these years...
We can change our future
Your words hurt me future...
You're the best thing I never had I can't deny
I'm the best thing you never had no doubt added
What's the difference between you and I?
I'm stronger than I realize...that saying is underrated and I'm glad I landed...
On my two feet on thin ice
Roaming around like field mice...
Trying to avoid being in your paws
That will end up in your mouth and jaws
Devoured like a dinner plate shatters due to mere gravity
You will never understand this dilemma I've gone through sadly
Being so fixated on me and my downfalls
That lands into your hands, an aftershock of my countless free falls
I have gave in to failure
I have given up success
No more mister wimpy, loser guy, championship is miles apart from me
No more mister know-it-all, prideful confidence from me anymore...I see...
Fixated on my free falls
Waiting oh so hopefully
To be accepted in your halls
Of jadedless paradise
In your arms is where I belong
I am the island's sand and sun in your shiny sea eyes
You're the wilderness on the island...the palm trees swaying to and fro...among...
The other wild jaguars that wildly swarm
Around 3 innocent monkeys that has done more help than harm
You, in your heroic bravery mode, saves the poor fellows...
But the predators of the jungle attacked you so...they murdered you and ate you up until you were remains of reds, greens, blues and yellows
You sacrificed yourself
RIP, friend from the start
In fact, I, myself,
Is like you, an abstract abyss art
That was flushed down the toilet...
A fixated free fall with ever-sighing regret
It wasn't our fault it happened...
Now, we lay in our watery bed
We are small, but significant and mighty like puny mice...
That barely survived a traumatic experience - rapidly running away from the cat that is hungry and not-so-nice
Venture into my world of mirrored distress
Graze in my maze of an attitude of gratitude and eustress
You're my lullaby before i fall asleep in your arms
Your charming ways got me under your spectacular spell of enchanting charms
When you assume
The worst of me blooms
Blooms dire doom
I shed my Crimson Blood
All for your name's sake
Pull down your hood, bud
Just give me a break...before I break...
Push on the brake before you crash into me
Fixated on our freefalls of blasphemed fantasy
Stars are scarlet with your scar lit in the skies of goodbye's
Scars never mend when this is the end...couch-ridden and going through my bipolar highs
Then...a crash from the helicopter flight
I can't stop loving you and I won't stop doing so till the sun kissed a farewell to the midnight
Smoking the cigarette of regret...
Trying to light up the shadows in hiding
Provoking me to fury and jumping off cliffs of colliding cares before I get ensnared by corruption's net
Catastrophes grow like weeds in this town of terror
I fell in love with disbelief
I fear your anger and your resentment-painted picture
I shatter like glass grief...
Put my cranium
Before I get consumed by numb and dumb shame...marinated in rebellion's rum...dominated by fooldumb
I still have the bizarre devil horns above my crooked halo
I'm still that troll fairy, hovering around you
The wicked wind blew me to you just so that you know
I'm still your darling devil from the first time I met till I live no more...for, I'll be always sick with the love flu
Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Robert Amure | Details
Ask your friend, neighbour or even a stranger newly-met
Have they ever been damaged by a ‘trust’ ….now turned ‘regret’?
Most men, if not all, have fashioned their character on personal experience
Yet these damned hypocrites are themselves guilty of immoral expedience.
Want more proof of man’s aggressiveness and simple-mindedness?
Rouse the rabble; accuse the blameless .. now watch the rabble’s madness!
I’ve known women who ‘play the field’, cheat the man, and take on a lover
He bends over backwards to please her; she bends over forwards to please another.
Many-a-woman puts up with the pompous man rather than cause a palaver
Now I hear that one quarter children belong not to father, but the lover of the mother.
So, where lies the fault: the man, the woman, or that incorrigible Casanova?
Because if the man had done right by the woman, would there be all this bother?
Many men shall read my words, and with indignity, they shall flinch
Others, though outraged, shall take it all with salt - perhaps a pinch.
Live on in denial, if you must - there’s far greater comfort there
Give in to ignorance, if you want - there’s far more greater cheer.
My words may seem outrageous; my sentiments may appear spurious
But outspoken are the courageous and truth [really] does make men furious!
Man’s failings and failures through seasons - complete and malevolent.
Dire Spring, Summer, Autumn, …and now - ‘The Winter of Our Discontent’
There is but one man ever complete - Iesous Khristos Theou Hyiòs, Soter,
By way of the Good Book, His invite is for all, so ‘Respondez S’il Vous Plait’.
And for the sake of the lost sheep He cried: ‘Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani'?
Salvation of the pious is founded; ‘in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti’.
To every man who thinks he’s untainted; Yourself deceive.
To every man that thinks he’s not a cheat; That’s just make-believe
To all men that steal, plunder and breaks hearts; Your demise you weave
To all men that are still atheists and agnostics; I’ll make you believe.
To those men who love ‘misery’ and proliferate ‘hate’; You’ll never achieve.
To those men who profess probity and integrity; Please make me believe.
I am the Pessimistic Philanthropist …..that’s by design.
The Third Child of the Morrow - by Divine Assign.
I am Thefragmentedgenius, the i am of The I Am by default.
Call me what you will, my ‘all’ is of the Scriptural Vault.
I am the Jack of All Trades, Master of None - that’s me...
Ab Uno Disce Omnes…I look and learn by the Grace of The Holy He.
I am avowed to protect the woman and the child from man’s rampage
For the truth is: neither can withstand the brutality of his pillage
In the inevitable throes of human conflict and disasters,
Therein shall you find the pompous males; beastly masters.
I have imagined the darkest possible thoughts of man’s lewd lubricity
And I shudder for a Creator; for nothing can compare to the reality.
It is true, I too am man - of flesh - subject to Life’s forces
But my choices are of heart and mind …Heaven’s causes.
Even from the womb, I ‘asked not for whom the bells toll’…
For I knew I’d wandered into the world of the tortured soul.
‘Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter!!!’ it read, as I left the maternal girth
Somewhere, I’d taken the wrong turn - and ended up on this Earth!!!
Let your debates and dialogues of Nature/Nurture rage on
Blame the father, blame the son; or blame The Father and The Son.
Of all the men under the Sun you call the celeb a bad icon
But when all is said and done, the fault is yours - from break of dawn.
Created by apathy, fashioned by both mankind and society
With no remorse, no humility, and with certainty; no piety.
I’ve seen men that are bad; I’ve been there, done deeds of shame
But evil shall never become me, and I never played the hurt game.
I could have been bad, very bad, even badder than the best of them
But I made a choice, albeit conscious, for the Divine apophthegm
Because those that, with the last breath, utter the Final Commendation
Shall find peace from that which is the Cyclic Condemnation.
TFG 81.5.8 (2014)
in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti (Latin) - In The Name of The Father & Son & Holy Spirit
Iesous Khristos Theou Hyiòs, Sot?r, (Greek) - Jesus Christ Son of God, Saviour
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani (Aramaic) - My God, My God, Why Have You Forsaken Me?
Ab Uno Disce Omnes (Latin) - From One Learn All
Respondez S’il Vous Plait (French) - Will you please respond.
Copyright © Robert Amure | Year Posted 2016