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I saw the news today
I'd like to know what the hell you're trying
I want to find away
to silence you, and stop all the dying
You think you're above the law
You'll send to die just as many as you want to
Damnedest thing I ever saw
the mess you've made doesn't even seem to daunt you
You spit in our eyes and say
I'm gonna hate you now
because you are more evil than I am
and I'm gonna hate you now
cause I hate your point of view
I'm gonna hate you now
cause daddy's so proud
and mamma's still crying
and I'm gonna hate you now
cause my God told me to
When will it ever end
You'd think you would have learned by now
and what about you my friend
could you please tell me how
How will we find our way
when the God you pray to is a fat cash cow
who'll stand up and say
This has got to end.
but you slap mommas face and say
I'm gonna kill you now
because you are more wicked than I am
and I'm gonna kill you now
cause I hate your point of view
I'm gonna kill you now
My daddy's so proud and momma keeps crying
and I'm gonna kill you now
cause my God told me to.
Manipulation games
and broken promises from long ago
You put out the Lady's' flame
You'll reap what you sew
The children have to pay
Old men, and old women too
they just get in the way
of the bombs I drop on you
I'm gonna hate you now
because you've always hated me
I'm gonna hate you now
For all the oil that I've bought
I'm gonna hate you now
Cause hate is all I've got
How will you return
all the lives that you have wasted
watch the babies burn
Say this will keep us free
I wish you'd drink the blood
I wish that I could make you taste it
You've never understood
and you refuse to see
You turn your back on God and say
I'm gonna kill you now
because you are more wicked than I am
and I'm gonna kill you now
cause I don't agree with you
I'm gonna kill you now
cause Daddy's so proud and Mama's still crying
and I'm gonna kill you now
cause killings what I do
When will it ever end
You'd think you would have learned by now
what about you my friend
could you please tell me why
why can't he see the sin
of worshiping that fat cash cow
just look at the mess we're in
You're killing for a lie
his kiss haunted her, howled at her, it edged through the crowd
just to daunt at her, this was a cold she had never known, blown
winds through creaky shutters, shuttered thoughts of fireside talks
and walks, his lips able to do the impossible, possibly taking from
her the one thing she knew to be pure, her warmth;
she panicked with frenzy, her body now a clock, wound tight, full
of fright, never having felt these waves, slaves to his hands, as they
ran everywhere within her soul, paralyzed with suspense, tense, as
her insatiate desire for velvet touches grew anew, her eyes closed,
as the conquest pursued, locking in her memory, this glory, this
story, as if it were the last one she'd be allowed to have in this life;
her body trembled, desire assembled, as he admired the alluring
contour of her silhouette, sweeping across her skin so soft, with the
lightest touch of persuasion, perfection soon, a union of bodies
abound, found within this moment of two into one, she needed to
find him, a whim of mercy, free from inhibition, falling deeper and
deeper, into every heartbeat, he knew he could destroy her with his
touch, touching her with only his trust, he prepared to forgive her
sensations as they demanded more and more of him, here, with her;
then they climbed to the canopy to see the sun together, their hands
locked, the rush of rays exploded their worlds, weeping willows of
emotion covered the bridge formed between their eyes, glued to one
another, gazes gazing, lofty and full of love, an expression of silence,
forever etched, echoes in space, jumping stars, eternal and free,
dreaming;
finally, falling blindly from the deepest canyons in the winter sky,
tears of joy, jumping off the cliffs into pools of warm water, tranquil,
splashing passion onto walls, painted brushstrokes of temptation,
wondering how could they duplicate this moment again, he whispered
into her ear the sweetest words she loved to hear, then he kissed her,
again, and again it began, their worlds bound to the everlasting end;
February 8, 2016
Brains in this group were graded according to a binary system.
1 winner 0 as in loser.
A hypnotic mantra often -
“Winner, loser, hopeless chooser.”
There were even signs such as a straight finger for 1 or orb like finger sign for loser.
One might wonder aloud if this clique with their uncanny gestures would fit in anywhere else except this setting of their choice.
Hazy plume, rainbow eucalyptus, sylvan zephyr, amber leaf cascade,
lambent shroud, halcyon xanadu, wonder world cocoon, among the zany names they had thought of.
The staff each had nicknames linked to the above enterprises.
The brainstorming sessions they had had no drama or plot could “match.”
“Often have the feeling we are pawns to our ideas.”
Amber leaf sighed.
Lambent :
“This place is “dead on” for the wrong reason.
Smart is always in season.”
Lambent nodding to his “imaginary” sidekick “Shadow”
that seemed glued to his desk.
After all, they were used to that sort of thing as innovative university students.
This unusual alliance though city based had links to different areas.
But nothing would daunt this oddball eccentric clique and their very imaginative and oft bizarre aims.
They were nothing if not colorful.
They had this impressive office garnished with wallpaper having pictures of their various businesses and the names associated with them.
This franchise had been in existence now for over 5 years.
It was coping to an extent but there was an underlying desire to go beyond that.
A glorified high tek office routine secretly horrified everyone.
Lambent shroud, ICloud expert in the group was perhaps the zaniest of them all.
He had a fetish about hazes and how the term could be used.
Haze was his buzzword and
of course his very own in the ether mate.
He had a virtual sidekick called “Shadow.”
They used to speak to each other in rhymes.
“Hi there, going nowhere shadow.
I’m really stuck. Yuck!”
You walk at night,
No fear, no worry.
Darkness shows your might,
It's first glance I've to hurry.
You drink and smoke and chill and freak!
To my interests is none of those.
For texting a mate, I need to sneak,
Then for all the rest, once think of my woes!
How lucky I was! My dad didn't compel me die.
Yes there is a cause, I dream to reach the sky!
But you couldn't see me smile,
Harass me and torment.
Merely to show off your style,
Your deeds were wild and blatant!
Wasn't your mom alive? To teach you to respect me
Was your sister hidden in the hive? Her pains you couldn't see!
But now that time's far gone,
My power has reached the zenith!
Your worthless progressions I scorn,
Just read my vision beneath!
Until now I was all alone,
Today the whole world's at my back.
Along the current of dominance I've flown,
Against the flow now I pack!
My love remains the same,
And so does all my care.
But its no more your dirty game,
To me you won't ever scare!
Respect is not something that I now demand,
I know this world is mine.
Respect is something that now I command,
Better get it all through your spine!
I make this world a better place yo live.
And so do the rest of the women.
To universe, hope and existence we give,
Will keep on forever and ever and ever again.
I'll wear what I want,
Step out without a daunt.
Meet and hang with whom I desire,
For as long as I aspire.
I know my boundaries very well,
Won't slip off, needless to tell.
Shall do all, that does a man.
Dare you doubt if I can.
Yes!Yes I'm proud to be a woman!
Because only I can bring up a daughter and son.
Now no one can stop me from filling my life with all the existing hues,
Because from now its "My life, My rules!!"
Dear little pony, the children’s clown,
Rough mane stands tall, his thick tail tumbles down.
Jiggety, jog. Yes, some riders have frowned.
Dad can ride him with two feet on the ground!
He’s a tough little, nuggety, wonderful chap
Who can live on the roughest of diet mishap.
We don’t feed him oats much, he’ll founder on those,
But if you can ride him you’re right home and hosed!
He’s full of the tricks that intelligence brings.
He’s always a challenge until mummy sings
Out loud, lets him know that he can’t get away
With presenting his backside to children today.
The children must learn how to command him too.
It isn’t the easiest thing they must do,
But they look for the pleasure of riding again,
So they learn how to handle tough diamond disdain.
They must learn how to stop him from racing away
Towards home when his head is turned facing that way.
His mind is on resting with food in his trough,
But his job is to teach, and he does it but tough!
Tough diamond’s a doorway to wonderful thrills
In the glorious world of the horseman’s spills
And great challenges. Once you can master this rascal
Nothing can daunt you. Introductory sample
Of every excitement that riding can offer,
He’s cute, pert, adorable, and he can proffer
Essential abilities. Gratitude is
The gateway to mastery, sire of bliss!
Every offence becomes laughable when
You think back to this tough little customer. Then
Your mind turns to teaching, as Daddy once did.
No more can the mud of offence cause a skid.
You’ll go round it. Or jump it. There’s no need to fall
When Gratitude’s mastered. Remembering all
Those scuffles you had that your dad helped you through,
You’ll mother, or father, or teach others too.
We were enjoying lives when kids were kids, the fruits were tasted the
Bitter arrows weren't there to deter the fruit of lives were reliable.
Weren't dare to talk on top our voices to vague fear.
My father used to love me to the loud of my understanding below my
Chocolate body with wide nose then running ideas clipped my hope having
Lineage with the same thoughts that send me over night without having to
Buried the opinion in faded bones with no hope, heaven is for humanity not
Animism.
The world was sweet to the tastes of dates then ideas coined in that
Concise the envelope of life boil under the feet of innocent souls paying
Neither Price they never asked for nor they deserved it.
We were happy when life worthy of living each morning calls on us jolt
Broken ideas by stitching them to future generation rhythm of life was
Wallowed smoothly withdrew the bad concept on the corner of the road.
We were happened to sit together with decisions in our heads where we
exchange arrows of ideas we feed our themes with solids respect life pause
a moment figure out the doubt and the daunt that whistle the call where
Green I preferred to color my neighbors.
Weren't divided with knife sound when umbrella of acceptance met humanity
overnight the scent of the sky where my imagination travels incepted the
Alternative near the valiant book of cook mocked in the garden with flowers
Smile on the face of a boy to the sound of rain.
It was agile to aplomb poles of shared concern shocked us to oceans of
Unanswered calls. We were happy when the wild life were interactive the
lion gate inscribed love not bombs. The purple of thoughts
My eyes are platinum, an abyss
They reflect the midday sky, a blue relic
I blink back molten metal tears
These garments are loose bleeding petals
They hang like rolls of skin, peeling and shedding
Billowing and sagging a Gothic shape
Black and bright this sight of mine
Shimmering like veils of flaming satin
A glazed, mirrory gleam of invisibility
What of these nerve coils?
This case of absolute lambaste
I haven't a qualm of the raven's hallmark
I alight, steadfast and amiable
Blinking my eyes of evanescing quarters
Upon the ghastly faltering rip tide of Atlantis
A trick, a favorable fancy, a visionary swarming with ivory
It knocked me faint with copious screams
A miracle! It would have killed me!
What sort of jungle gutter has exploded over there?
Unstrung jellyfish kissed by acetylene
Fossils of shame, their death was delicate
I am too pure for this me-lieu
The last Victorian league
A grandiose comet trailing innards of ancient origins
Berries rot under the summer's tombstone
Buried under scant reeds, skinny and dusty
Our folk are braced for eelish lichens
Perfectly violent, shopworn and blemished
Til the pique of all furor does daunt and amaze
The gift of something beautiful, luxurious and annihilating
Where is my well-wisher, the paragon saint?
I've been hoodwinked by the moon-eyes sleuth!
Your death, oh gracious! I'll see it burnt and blood-splattered
I'll remember the Albatross of Atlantis
Home of the Arcadian Devil, tongueless and flimsy
A world of blue vol-ted days in a nostalgic geranium universe.
Written: March 30, 2024 For Ink Empress Ethereal Lantern Contest
Quote By Rumi: “The lamps are different, but the Light is the same. One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind, endlessly emanating all things.”
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In every fleeting felicity, twilight dislimns.
Gaunt into gossip, gossamer of gold glove.
Sewn-in vibrant amethyst and topaz,
laden in the ethereal glow of moonlight.
An eerily lit candle glides over the sea,
brittle, bare in a lambent, gossamer veil
soft vibe exudes a nostalgic indigo mood.
A life pearl holds hope and love
exquisite lantern shapes ethos
diaphanous for a soft glow
quiet pull and rhythmic delight.
Dazzle and dance to Daunt Daub
awe-inspiring lanterns, a mesmerizing sight
a gentle glow gracefully grows with breeze,
Elysian elixir sight to elicit one to their knees.
Owls deem Nubian sky depths
a heartfelt jewel from heaven
Humanity is still a model of clay
overlooked amid the artifacts of divine
blithely beshrew beleaguer blunt battle
and how the fluid obscurity undulated
embrace that pure clarity
If gloom dulled spark of empyreal kismet.
Their genesis maunder motley mystery
their nexus is nebulous; ogle as a panacea
and possess a hypnotic, pellucid spell
It casts a glow on all who dwell.
Fetch them felicitously, float flourishing,
and feel your soul overflowing with love
amid auric doxology of celestial lanterns
Infuse your spirit with unadulterated bliss.
the talking heads are also comics
these economic geniuses after years
are spouting praises of Misernomics
quick study concluded we're in arrears
and need to decapitalize life today
don't spend anything you ain't got
to forestall our tomorrow going away
good advice founding fathers caught
and don't pay for what you don't need
so therefore we'll cut back education
sound advice in sane person might heed
to better manage our bankrupt nation
and health and vitality merely frills
no need to waste our coins on want
when trying to cover economic ills
monetary mismanagement returns to haunt
what we want is to address our need
to count ourselves and sum our greed
those roads, bridges, electrical grids
mattered back when the things we did
were more important than take home pay
we'll keep it all and count it up
what you knew then, has now gone astray
soon Spend-it-omics could again erupt
our future, our kids, our progeny all
"This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want"
matters minor, in our countless pall
our poorest desire, the possible, too daunt
in the mean time we say "thanks a bunch"
We'll save our lives for better times
food for thought on societies free lunch
We'll save our monied economic crimes
as Silas Marner tabled reclusive coins
no weighty matters outweigh the economy
these fearful economic times purloined
might priorities reflect our tragicomedy?
© Goode Guy 2011-07-06
we're counting...on you
My Indomitable Soul
Once upon a time; yet not so long ago,
When my innate innocent days were taking wings toward adventurous adolescence,
The golden rays of my life were smitten by fate’s derisive decree doomed for me to undergo.
My dear dreams of coming years of bliss-
were lost under an apocalyptic eclipse.
The lilting notes of the bird of my time; sweet and surreal,
were crushed and cursed by fate’s ominous ordeal.
The beauty that I till then cherished, the pride that I till then held about my physical form,
was ambushed and annihilated by fate’s seething storm.
No love for comfort,
No comrade for support,
No near, no dear,
No real, nothing more to lose and fear.
Oh fate!
You might rob away my beauty and compel me to feel lost and astray,
You might force people to avert their gaze at my sight,
You might let my love betray,
You might challenge me and vex me with your malicious might,
Say, can you shackle my throbbing heart to feel the pangs of love?
Say, can you hanker the surging cadences of my youth’s poignant passion?
Say, can you daunt my wings to chase my dreams?
Say, can you steal the beauty of my soul beyond my flesh and skin?
You might shut all the doors of hope for me,
Yet I will assuage my pain with nature's bountiful beauty, and my spirits free.
You will never be able to conquer my dismantled, disoriented yet determined soul.
SAPTARSHI MUKHERJEE