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There is the immediate and the atmosphere.
Fear of war; touchdown of velociraptors;
a quiet passing; a once again tragedy of
paper rolls, a teacher tripping, tires rolling.
Closeup shots and distant thunder; its cracklings.
Hanging by a thread, sometimes deluded into
thinking things will be alright; with Jesus they are.
The ups and downs; the coaster lumbering over
the camel’s humps; the plummet from Everest;
the mighty arms of our Creator sustains the blows.
Eventually, the coaster comes to rest; wow,
those pearly gates, the mindblowing light that shines;
Jesus will wipe every tear from your eyes.
From my cousin’s eyes, from his two year battle.
His mama, four years ago, on the same day.
Sandwich hugs from his mom and dad. wow.
Have you ever seen an abandoned child,
cold and hungry, deluded and exiled.
That’s why God made the Social Worker
How about a mother who made a bad decision,
then needed guidance, and a brand new vision.
That’s why God made the Social Worker
Imagine being old, helpless and all alone,
then someone tries to take you from your home.
That’s why God made the Social Worker.
Who would want the hardest job on Earth,
taking care of others, till death from birth.
That’s why God made the Social Worker
Who could cry themselves to sleep, every night,
then show up in court and be ready to fight.
That’s why God made the Social Worker
Who could take the insults that people say,
and listen to threats, made every day.
That’s why God made the Social Worker
Who could live this life with every tear,
then give their hearts despite their fear.
That’s why God made the Social Worker
crushed at rock bottom he gathered the fragments of descent
slow motion agony that started at a plateau of deluded deceit
free falling sadness spiraling out of control beyond fast repair
the black dog on his shoulder had survived the fall and barked
another round of sadness an insurmountable sorrow cheered on
‘you are useless and even void and oblivion are having a laugh’
a tunnel with no light and the canary asphyxiated in the mine shaft
another panic attack unable to ease the landing of a scarred mind
scared and confused he gathered the pieces and stabbing shards
with broken bones and un-abating accusations he collected his guilt
fears and shame about yet another defeat at the foundation of evil
demons and miserable clairvoyants spoke in bifurcated obsessions
possessed by the mother of all depressions he reached for a glimmer
of hope he searched for a message from science deities and reason
yet unable to guide his emotions all efforts crashed without rescue
the rope had twisted once more and he dangled helpless face down
just enough slack to disfigure his angry face that featured disgust
and yet as the blood flooded his brain he surrendered his objections
one final attempt and he severed the noose with the open fracture of
the razor sharp dislocation sticking out just below the palm of his hand
with a further snap of his wrist and life line he surrendered lost dreams
if life gave you hemlock but the vessel had cracked on the impact
of the smash and grab of lifeless cycle of disassociated insanity he
resolved to drink his own blood and call upon autoimmune response
after all the medication had been useless and hours on Freud’s couch
had only imprinted more festering pressure sores on purulent skin
cognitive explorations had only dragged him further down self-denial
religion mantras and science had failed to invoke sanity and healing
levitation would not emerge when he fell from the edge of madness
the cross lay in pieces and nails had lacerated his heart and resolve
just when he felt the pulse getting weaker and with delirious gaze
he succumbed to a last ditch attempt to reassemble a piece of his soul
wrote an ultimate will on the wall and vowed to hand over let go and live
15th June 2020
Frustrated, fiery, forceful fighting.
Also additional anger at all atrocities.
Fleeting fire furiously following fast.
Soldiers soul’s senses, seriously smouldering,
of onward outrageous oblivion.
Splintered shrapnel spears so silently,
and ashes ascend angrily amid artillery.
Frightening fire flashes feverishly forward.
Suddenly silence surrenders solemnly.
Perpetual peace permeates progressively,
bestowed briefly beyond battles by bated breath.
Contrition captures calm collectively.
Selfish superiors summon senseless slaughter.
Every enlightened ego exudes estimated esteem.
Instantly intentions increase industry's interest.
Profits pushed promoting political power.
Seems soldiers suffer sacrifice so senselessly.
Onward observed obeying ordained orders.
Dutiful dying, deluded, disoriented, defenceless.
Wondering whether war was worth while.
Observed obscene onslaught over.
Emphasizing every ego exerting evil extremes.
Were war, worth while, we would willingly watch
worldly warlords with weaponry wage wars,
bringing best blueprints being bade barbaric, bloody battles,
performing practical parts prescribed plots.
Each entity enlisting ego, entering eventual elimination.
For my soul feels agitated
with desire for my rights
overriding reason.. desire
to overcome the oppressors
The yoke of oppression
The set of the system..
relegates me to a state
where i have to struggle
against great odds to be
accorded opportunity
Opportunity to eat
off the sweat of my brow
the set of the system is that
those who have amass more
at the expense of those who lack
the set of the system is having to struggle..
while you are fooled that the more you struggle
the better you're station in life becomes - deluded
that you station in life is as a result of your effort
that more effort the higher you will rise in status
Delusion of the system the set of the system
is that you have been denied the opportunity...
through the willful manipulation of the system..
with the powers be... eternally clinging to power
i give you one word my beloved friend.. Dominion
Dominion.. they said to the good teacher
you're kingdom our empire.. as they hung
him up..they paid abeyance by taking over
thus the creed according to the conqueror
gained ground and the set was established
I only pay Obeyance to the Supreme..
and i only pledge my sword to the Supreme
as for dominion it belongs to he who sits
on that one throne.... as for the Creator
He has granted man the right to determine
how he wants to be governed that's Dominion
lewis k Nyaga
I know your face
hidden behind the mask
imagining your frown or your smile cast
that wrinkled brow taken all to task,
that raised lip holding back your words now asked,
welcome to the masquerade,
the ball started hours ago without visible faces at this parade;
but now your here in our deluded charade
ready for the ballroom trot and tears escapade.
Smile for me
with your cheeks raised
lips pursing in an unseen smile ablaze
clamoring for wiser folks to passionately praise
that old and the young mesmerized in the pandemic maze,
keep that mask clear of any virus trace
covering your beautiful protected space
enticing and enamoring the mystery and grace
of all the hidden emotion upon your face.
out of the frying pan, we plunge into the fire
succumbing thus to ego spawned desire
ephemeral objects, our ego aspires
where are we headed, oh hermit
our deluded cravings have no merit
fallen from grace, head and heart split
bewildered we are, amidst myriad external illusions
blown away like a leaf, is our fickle attention
clear light dawning in void of cessation
that that comes and goes unreal
save throb of bliss nothing has appeal
fire of bliss in our heart, purges and heals
nonchalant soul presence, pure and unstained
vaporising lower mind, divine joy ingrains
unaffected by worldly loss or gain
deluded ego in separateness
slowly cognises interconnectedness
transcending finally to absolute oneness
earth life then thus a journey without movement
discontentment transmuting to contentment
culminating in blissful love enablement
05-April-2021
Too far gone it seems,
heart's deluded dreams,
distanced from the truth,
caged in ego's booth.
The rot's sunk in deep,
fears and desires seep,
as a dark spiral,
that has gone viral.
Remedies we seek
only make us weak,
as our goalposts shift,
leaving us adrift.
We must understand,
the key's in our hand,
for we alone choose,
fragrance of our muse.
Moments of true joy
were sans ego ploy,
when we then did flow,
vibrant and aglow.
Stagnation the cause,
which if put on pause,
enables release
from thinking disease.
Relinquish belief
and get some relief,
looking at each hue,
once again anew.
Simply being still,
surrendering will,
our form's magnetised;
God thus realised.
We're not mind-body
or a somebody
but are living light,
to learn love's delight.
Once our heart knows this,
we're suffused with bliss,
as God's true essence ~
self-luminescence.
05-July-2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 31 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Facing any criticism,
Like crude barbarism,
Had been true terror for me,
Stung my heart like jungly honey-bee...!
Little taunting enough,
To make my mind fluff;
Days and nights I brooded,
Over anything that deluded...!
Psyche filled with suspicion,
At two people's conversation;
They're talking ill of me, I thought,
When got chance, with them I fought...!
Doubts ate up peace like parasites,
Often led to silly fights;
Each one suffered damages,
Thought: have we turned savages...?
Void betwixt like valleys,
Widened each day like alleys;
Why betwixt humans such distance?
Why is such existence?
Tranquility got trailed,
Harmony re-railed;
Enlightenment,
Left negligent...!
During midnight prayers,
Alone at church-upstairs,
Heart filled with fears,
I implored the Lord in tears...!
Could a father see his son cry?
Doesn't he hasten to wipe his eye?
And so the lord responded
Took hold of me as though bonded...!
===
I bloom a smile on all today,
Forgetting events of yesterday;
No doubt; no venom; no burden;
Life has turned Garden of Eden...!
22 November 2022
Best Blessing Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
When is hate,
voiced and aggressively acted out,
not a crime
victimizing all us criminals,
convicted and otherwise?
Should we criminalize
fear of fundamentalists
or anger about presumably predative aliens
or anxiety about internal
and external
climate changes
or worry about long-term costs compared to short-term benefits
of violent revolutions
in lives outside our narrow ego walls?
How does criminalizing hate
deter or feed it?
Does punishment for aggressively articulated bad attitudes
merely add hostile fuel
to short-fused flames?
Would active hate fade away
if criminalization evaporated?
Would love grow easier
if colonizing bullies,
with bibled GoodNews liberating intentions,
returned to creolization supporting naturally polypathic children
daily longing for reborn WinWin multicultural Trust?
PreHate children
prefer co-empathic PositiveParadise
and not so much loseLose
hellfire breathing hate
projected onto a jealous
all-powerful ecopolitical
yet personal
ForceSource.
What about crimes other than hate,
motivated by greed
or need,
or something in-between?
I would not know how
to criminalize my rampant raving revolutionary needs.
But your greed remains better locked up
for stealing our properties
and too loudly proclaiming me
your stupid and deluded chattel
at your greediest disposal
except for my inconvenient properties,
transparently vulnerable needs
to eat and drink
to taste and see
nutritious GoodFaith Integrity.
When, if ever, is active hate
not a crime against health?
When criminals, like greedy us,
are free to return polypathic love
to grow toward co-empathic trust
in our cooperatively nurturing
mutual listening
non-threatening and non-bullying
mutual infatuation,
curiosity,
co-redeeming grace
of mutual invitation
into shared trust
democratic space.
A place
not feeding prisons
while watering polypathic
free-range love.