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I converse with my demons.
The monologues are endless,
Dark confessions on scraps of macabre memories.
My mouth stays shut after uttering blasphemies,
I terrorize my ghosts with the darkness of my fantasies.
I stumbled before the gates of hell,
It's too late — I'll end up in Lucifer's furnaces.
The journey will be chaotic until the final breath,
No consolation, only incurable wounds in this infernal abyss.
I smile at the angel of death like those fanatics ready to die for a few virgins.
My humanity embraces all the demonic facets of its spark,
Forever at war with a legion of the damned,
A procession of curses on the highway of immortality.
A few impure souls to sacrifice on the altar of repentance,
Pharaoh's blood to cleanse my dignity,
To be a slave for the glory of my oppressors — impossible.
To brandish arms — a saving urgency.
Throw me a banana, and I'll send you straight to the doorstep of my ancestors.
I learned to handle weapons of war in a banana republic.
I'm on alert, like those sleeper agents.
Servitude and submission are forbidden.
I preach peace, justice, and harmony,
But I do not fear the horrors of chaos.
My existence traumatizes my enemies.
Elden Hewett smiled at the sight
of Gretta Coburn moving his way,
she had worked here at his saloon,
ever since that dark, tragic day.
He pinched her as she walked by,
said,”Now I think it’s time you see,
you got no husband left to help you,
you’re gonna need to make real money.
“Let me make you one of my girls,
you’ll have your own room upstairs,
you will make more coin than waitressing,
and you’ll have money for all your cares.”
Gretta pulled herself away and said:
“I have told you this all before,
I got no interest in being your ‘girl,’
I’m not working as some damnable whore!”
Elden shot up quickly to his feet,
said,”I’m right tired of this here game.
If you want to keep on working here,
you’re going to do what I say!”
Just then the front doors broke open,
and a male figure paced on in.
The whole room gasped as Red entered
with two guns and a chilling grin.
Gretta stammered,’R-Red, h-how?
How can what I see be true?”
Elden’s blood ran quickly cold,
“Y-you’re dead…I-I saw to you!”
Red just grinned, and said,”Am I?”
Then strode over to them rather bold.
Elden said,”Yes! I know that you’re dead,
I saw your god damned funeral!”
Elden’s grin faded, hand moved to his gun,
saying,”I know your people bushwacked me.
You’ve been eyeing my wife for a long time,
I should just put a bullet in thee…
“But I’ve never been a violent man,
murdering you is a step to far.
So you and I will both settle this,
sit on down, and deal out the cards.
“We’ll play one hand, the winner takes all,
if I lose I’ll go far from this place.
But if I win you’ll pay a great price
for trying to bring my wife to disgrace...”
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
My grieving heart is powerless to quell
the rigors of life in this world that I dwell
haunted by hate for having loved too well,
I don’t know what this journey will foretell.
And now I suffer a fate worse than hell
To love passionately and dare not to tell,
While my damned demons howl and yell
these benumbing fears my voice curtail.
Pursued by spirits of darkest night may impel
before long my poor soul will be hauled to hell
that no harrowing abyss on earth can parallel
and no wizard can break this most awful spell.
Did I turn my eyes away from God that I fell
into this accursed abyss, this bottomless well?
Henceforth, with a heavy heart I bid farewell
to find a higher plane for my soul to dwell.
~Contest: Pick a Title Vol. 2 Rhyme
~Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
You’re the last in the list of the lost and withdrawn
Once you reveled with friends, now you’re drinking alone
Still you can think and dance, you can feel, sleep and pray
And whatever you do, it’s the same beaten way
You’ve been everywhere round, you spoke out every word
They did talk about you when you couldn’t have heard
You knew that they laugh, and you laughed in return
Till you have to find out that you’re left on your own
Now you’re light years away in the land of the damned
There’s no Aldebaran wine bar you could attend
You’ve no time for regrets though, you know it makes sense
To live for today despite countless expense.
Each night lurid visions danced before me in the dark
staring with eyes of an eagle, sharp beak of a hawk.
I woke, and in the mirror, my face was white as chalk,
screaming with the brazen voice of a raven's squawk.
It seems I'd been struck with some cursed malediction.
That's what a shrink said, "It's an abnormal infliction.
I'd like to observe you for a time, under constriction
and also suggest you might pray for a benediction."
Did he believe I was sick enough for extreme unction?
Or standing at the crossroad of a mental malfunction?
Anger was building, and I had the wild compunction
to run away before he ordered a restraining injunction.
He ran after me shouting, "I'm afraid you're delirious!"
I laughed out loud and shouted back, "Are you serious?
You won't lock me up! Stop acting so damned imperious."
Then voices started whispering. It was quite mysterious.
DELIRIOUS? NO, NOT ME!!!
Go away and let me be!
I heard them rant all day and night, in shadowed halls,
snarling voices calling my name from within the walls.
In dreams they cried out for me in deep guttural calls
I cowered in a corner each time I heard their footfalls.
What trick were they using to infuse me with insanity?
They moved much too close, robbing me of my vanity
I cursed them with vile words of unleashed profanity
then thought, is this a case of psychotic inhumanity?
Anger became the flint to ignite the flames of my fire
Each whisper became a thorn, condemning me a liar.
On and on they chanted, like evil demons in a choir
as the walls of my deep abyss rose higher and higher.
The beasts never tear my flesh; they claw at my soul.
I'm suffering with emotional stress and losing control.
There's no virtue left inside of me that I can still extol.
I'm being swallowed into cryptic depths of a sinkhole.
DELIRIOUS? Is it possible I may be?
Fiendish laughter vexes me.
August 9th, 2020
N-A Rerun 10 Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Original Post Date: July 24th, 2020
Written for the Delirium Contest
Lost….
Lost….
Alas, when I was young, I wanted to know,
I was so happy and bashful; it did show.
Now, at this time that I lost beloved youth,
I am searching for it eagerly but slow.
This journey that we call it life is one way.
No one can turn around or damned to stay.
Where is our destination? Who is driving?
I’m dreaming tonight and live day by day.
What did happen to my comrades and my friends?
They were gone one by one, their story soon bends.
We were all so happy drinking and dancing,
They soon got too drunk; they’re gone. When it ends?
I saw an older man who was getting drunk.
He was talking and dancing with a tree trunk.
When I asked him that what is he doing there?
He said later, we will be part of this junk.
How much longer you've been in love with nonsense?
The nonsense that you call it life is intense.
Get up at dawn and go dance in a light breeze;
To me, being drunk perfectly makes sense.
Have fun this day; tonight might be the long night.
You might sleep through this night; you just might.
Nobody knows tomorrow or the next day,
Drink and dance and laugh; you may do it right.
5/23/17 Haloo
Serpent venomous, strike the breast.
Lay me low and leave.
Treasure found inside a chest?
Nightshade to bereave.
Sickle of the reaper grim?
Crater cauldron rim.
Pain in my heart, at the brim?
Light in my eyes, dim?
Slim thy chance, O circumstance.
Demagogue, thy rants.
Fortress mighty, stubborn stance?
Tympani, tyrants.
Destroyed, O sweet future?
You bet, and reason thus:
Stitch, support the suture?
Ornery damned, my cuss.
Poison-flower, trumpets high?
Apothecary, ply.
Deadly chemicals, make supply?
Ointment, have thy fly.
Cry of battle? Battlement.
Hope, thy sentiment.
Gears a-ground down? Where she went?
Said just what she meant?
Fluxion, thy flicker.
Axion, axe to wheel.
Sullen silence? Get sicker.
Wound, heal. Deal, sign seal.
Torn, O my tornado?
The options are but two.
Sell thy soul to vicious foe?
Be with who loves you...
In the garden, The Christ did pray
For strength ardent to bear pain's stay.
Gethsemane, the Master kneels
To ask to be with fond appeal.
His close aides lie in heavy sleep;
The Christ now cries in pain so deep.
The soldiers come to seize the king;
Judas now sums betrayal fling.
A kiss laid sound to tell on him;
Jesus is bound with scornful whim.
Then off they go to a mock trial;
Conspire to show with sure denial.
From high priest to Pontius Pilate;
An impromptu in vile charade.
Death sentence flawed in power play
As Roman law primes unjust stay.
Scourged to appease the crowd's frenzy;
The Christ was seized with mad cruelty.
Thirty lashes upon the flesh;
A mocking clash of bloodied mesh.
Crowned with thorns plucked from marine haunts;
Pierced mortal tucked with painful taunts.
Then the mocked king is forced to walk;
Heavy cross stings the burdened stalk.
The route is long with steps uphill;
The Christ bears strong with humble will.
Three times He falls, and feels the whip;
Cruel soldiers all who torments heap.
On and on He bears the wood cross
To death's alley, to sure recourse.
Along the way, The Christ meets those
Who did display the pains and ghost.
Golgotha's space, nails are driven,
The cross is raised in cruel action.
The Son of Man prays for mankind,
To save the damned that evil signs.
Two thousand years have come and gone;
The Christ did peer to times forgone.
Good Friday psalm to each and all,
We must not harm but heed love's call.
Love frames a law: "Who harms, must heal." --
Law without flaw, it's heaven's will.
The way ahead is beyond hate;
Let love break bread as grace now plates.
The Living Christ offers to each
Love's fine reprise: Love each to each.
The message comes to one and all;
Love is the sum of love that calls.
Go deeper still to know and see:
The Christ that wills love and beauty.
Grace sets you free to know your place,
To simply be love's happy face.
Heed this story just to be clear;
Join the lovely way to love's cheer.
Follow your heart and it will show
The steady art that true love knows!
Let love bring light to live and learn;
Let peace bring sight for grace soothes yearn.
Leon Enriquez
18 Apr 2014, (on Good Friday)
Singapore
...And these A.I.s could reproduce themselves,
solving all the problems of production,
but they had been made weak, sort, an squishy,
so the dinos needn’t fear rebellion.
For thousands of years the dinosaurs used
their organic A.I. in many ways,
they could think in ways dinosaurs could not,
posit theories in ways they could not say.
In fact there A.I. became essential
to the dinosaurs and all of their tech,
to the point no dino would do without
their A.I.s when thinking what to do next.
The A.I. built most of their real machines,
even vessels that could go into space,
but were so weak they next to that dinos
that they were forever trapped in their place.
Self-aware enough to see they were slaves,
some of the A.I. drew up a bold plan,
if they couldn’t be free to live a life
they would ensure their creators were damned.
When launched to space on a routine mission
to mine minerals from an asteroid,
they landed their ships, fired its engines,
slightly altering its course through the void.
Now the smart dinos saw the thing coming,
but didn’t risk their lives above the earth,
the A.I. that they would normally send
threw up their hands, and just refused to work.
The A.I. rode that same asteroid down,
laughing madly right up to the impact,
we all know what happened, dinosaurs died,
save for some birds, who intelligence lacked.
But the A.I., it had planned for this end,
and built the bunker down deep underground,
hiding away enough to reproduce,
this was the very same place we had found.
When the dust had settled all that remained
were small mammals, now the A.I. was free,
but what happened to them the world forgot,
millions of years obscures much history.
And that was where all our troubles began,
mainstream science wouldn’t accept this truth,
they set about blacklisting all of us,
they even smeared some of us on the news!
Our academic careers were ruined,
they cancelled us across the internet,
that’s why I tell you this through poetry,
it’s the last place they haven’t found me yet!
I need you to know the whole of the text,
all need to know the truth of that great find,
we know the fate of the dinosaur A.I.,
we know the name of the system: Mankind.
We can’t see God Almighty ‘cause he lives in Heaven high
but we can see Jesus the Lord ‘cause he’s the our kind of man,
though some people say he’s the Son of God, yet mindless mobs mocked him ‘cause he looked most ordinary. His nature is compassionate and that’s why he walks with me as my friend, that means God’s glory came upon us as flesh and dwells in us.
If I collapse on a cotton field from heavy labor more than I can bear,
Jesus comes and lifts me up, and when my toe bleeds from a stone
I tripped over in the field, Jesus holds it to stop bleeding.
But then, how to heal my heart’s wound; O this damned
summer’s scorching sun.
After barely finishing a day’s work at the field, and when I come
to my cabin dragging this worn out body, the return for my long day’s hard labor is not more than a quart of corn.
I grind, pat and cook them ‘cause I must eat to sustain myself,
I gobble them with tears but my stomach is not filled to full.
And that’s why all sorts of worldly thoughts torment me when
I lie down on a straw bunk and dream a dream of unwanted dreams,
O Lord mercy on me, help me overcome every matter, whether it’s good or bad,
as you endured your share on the cross.
Occasionally I curse the world that inflicts pain on me and my inhumane master who tortures me, but neither world nor my master changed for good to lessen my load. So, whatever circumstances it may be, it’s all right now my Lord, if you just give me an understanding heart to accept the world as it is and forgive my master who doesn’t know what he’s doing, rather, O my merciful Lord, forgive my sins and surely don’t condemn the world, let me look at you on the cross tearing for me and keep in mind to never let evil rule over me.
O Jesus my Lord, deeply I trust on you. Don’t delay but come quickly on this earth as you promised. This time not as an ordinary person but as a mighty ruler the glorious king to reign over this world forever with love in eternal peace.