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So many sick rivers
Of pain, shock and shiver
Flow from longstanding wounds
Of soul-chopping depression that surround
Many islands next to you and me
As a consequence of the malady
Our development system is trapped in
Because of the flaws within
In Kolkata the other day
Collin in sheer dismay
Accepted the unacceptable truth
That his son cannot have the fruit
Of higher education in a star college
As he cannot afford the package
He could have been
Another Stephen Hawking
Phillip in Nairobi
Is forced to lobby
With corrupt controllers of the system
For his free cancer treatment
Nevertheless stays encumbered
His days are numbered
He has no wherewithal
To go to a better hospital
In Mexico
The blue sky of girls destitute
Get imprisoned in dark cells
No, actually sheer hell
Of flesh trade
A huge global population Is demented
The world is fragmented
Gravely disproportionately
Right from the ages of amoeba
Till today’s human ova
Trees are stripped of their bark
Stark naked a major part of the world
In frustration I sometimes do scream
Nevertheless dream too
For a perfect world
Enabling all to unfurl
Leaving none deprived
Of a health-packed miniscule yellow sun
On every breakfast dish
And no hashish
May be it will take
Many more centuries to make
An even ground
For Prometheus unbound
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THE CHANGING WORLD
The age of chivalry and bravery has ended
That of sophistry, rivalry, upon us descended
Those with ability, to charm and talk, are commended
They are now indeed enemies, whom we once befriended
Where has all the love gone, hitherto, unlimited
The human greed for wealth remains unsatiated
For money, men unleash violence unabated
The rich and elite are highly ingratiated
The poor and forlorn man’s woes are unmitigated
Never were people so fearful, streets so deserted
Always under threat, somehow their lives will be disrupted
True, in Eve’s drawl and Adam’s fall, we have lamented
But Devil’s devious ways we have inherited
As peace-loving people, we too were once saluted
Today, hatred and revenge have left us demented
I am just a swollen bloated thing in this harsh world
Nothing here but the laws of physics upon me hurled
No safety, power, decision is mine as I am uncontrollably twirled
Under and over and across the sweltering haze
Never before feeling, always fleeing from the gaze
Now it is just me… alone… caught up in a daze.
The ramparts have fallen, all is mis-aligned, broken;
The wreckage of my thoughts you left as mere token.
Untidy answer I wish was unspoken!
Everything, everyone caterwauling at me in my alien world
Eyes upon me, I cannot escape from this demented gaze
Ears ringing from pain - from curses unspoken.
February 28, 2020
Title Chosen : Defenseless
Contest : Pick-A-Title, Vol 14-Tristich
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
In the absurd theater of our world, where the curtain of reason has long been torn,
The puppeteers of madness move their marionettes with strings woven from illusions and empty promises.
The crowd, an ocean of hollow eyes and dormant minds, sways to the rhythm of a harsh melody,
Executing every command with terrifying precision, no matter how absurd or sinister it may be.
Progressives, dressed in garments woven from poisoned dreams and perverted ideals,
Wave their banners of madness in the darkened sky of a drifting society.
And the masses, oh, the poor masses, blinded by the false glitter of distorted ideas,
Hurl themselves with open arms into the abyss dug by their own tireless hands.
Instead of seeing the hideous masks hidden beneath thick layers of feigned virtue,
The crowd applauds frenetically at every act of this grotesque spectacle of "progress."
Every toxic idea is swallowed like an elixir of salvation, every insane command is a divine decree,
And the temple of reason crumbles under the blows dealt by those who should defend it.
On the altar of sacrifice, values are butchered with the precision of a mad surgeon,
And their blood flows in rivers of forgetfulness, feeding the monsters hidden in the shadows of "evolution."
Crimes against common sense are celebrated as victories of enlightenment,
While slowly but surely, the foundations of civilization crumble under the weight of their own madness.
And yet, no one seems to see the abyss opening beneath the feet of this demented society,
No one hears the silent scream of reason chained in the dungeons of "correctness."
Like hypnotized lemurs, we march in lockstep toward our own destruction,
Singing hymns of praise to those who lead us with wide smiles toward the precipice.
Oh, mad world, when will you wake from this self-imposed nightmare?
When will you break the chains of this blind obedience to the false prophets of progress?
Or perhaps it is too late, and we are doomed to dance this macabre dance until the end,
Until the last light of reason is extinguished in the long night of an era of collective madness.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I tapped my keyboard, my eyes bleary
As I tried to write a novel that was no bore
I looked for inspiration, how to avoid clichés temptation
I’d write about rejuvenation—hope for the lonely lass Lenore—
An epic tale of a maiden born anew named Lenore—
A blockbuster for evermore.
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
“I have writer’s block, Mr. Raven, perhaps thou might be a maven.
Though you be ghastly grim and ancient wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me can a modern writer craft prose that’s not a bore?”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“My idea that just can't lose, a crippled, homeless guy who likes booze
He’ll rise to fame and glory but I worry on some phrases in this story.
This and more I plan I’d write but the DEI staff might fight
On the plot’s blood and gore that tells life’s authentic core
Where from zero to hero, he’ll wins the fair Lenore
Wins her love forevermore!
The Raven looked pained and croaked "Nevermore!"
Then, the air got denser, this bird was a woke censor
A ghastly leftist bird who drifted over my parquet floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “who appointed thee—to impoverish my vocabulary
Give me respite – let me write my way the story of Lenore;
Don’t dilute my novel to be a crashing bore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
Is it possible nowadays to write a novel at all?
Can I earn more than zero, if I include a macho hero
A macho hero to clasp a demented maiden who won't be sore--
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore?”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the underworld’s dark shore!
“Don’t use ‘dark” said the Raven, “use BIPOC instead” as he continued sitting
On the pallid bust of Obama just above my chamber door;
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out my body that lies contorted on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
Over here in an Emotional plebiscite;
Knowing it's do or die
Sparked by emotional suicide
These feelings linger like a pesticide,
While I'm trying to go overdrive.
Finally asking myself why!?
Why?
Why does this feel like emphatic repetition,
Being manipulated by my perceptive premonitions,...
Is this fate..
Or is it just intuition
Oh curse these feelings of judgemental superstition!
How I wish for cognitive bliss;
To escape from my eternal cage of undue stress.
And elope with my loving mistress or rather a damsel in distress.
What is my definition of happiness?
What am I to be? Elated or saddened by trivial destinies pursued.
It is said that those that live in the past remain unamused;
But I refuse to listen!
Am I wrong for reliving moments from my past to feel contented;
or am I just another demented Soul.
Haunted by my unconscious consciousness;
Justifying my 'skeletons in the closet ' as assimilated heirlooms..
"Oh God! someone pass me a broom!"
As I sweep my past from my conscious and fumigate my overflowing closet,
may these feelings of promiscuous intentions and cognitive dissonance be purged from my unwilling conscious!
Copyright © Emmanuel Nyeko! Year Posted 2019
2017 How Much I despise You
Following 2016 the second worst year ever
Will 2018 be any better?
And what we have suffered
The darkness settles on the land
Like a curse on the land
As our mad demented senile dotard king wannabe
Struts about the worlds stage
Ushering Americas inevitable decline
As America’s foes and friends wonder
Has America gone mad
Turing over ultimate power to this man
A con man narcistic criminal
Self-proclaimed smartest man in the room
A clueless reality TV hustler
Whose sell by date has expired
As he tries to make America great again
For white Christian men
The rest of the country struggles
To cope with the ever-declining standard of living
The 1 percent loved the stock market
Love the dismantling of the regulatory state
The corporate tax cuts
and the coming plunder of the land
Can Disney Yellowstone be the future?
While the rest of the world
Embraces the energy of the future
And this great denier of the truth
Wants to boldly take America back
To the 19th century era of oil, and coal
Yet perhaps it does not matter in the end
If we have one another
The darkness will come
But it will go away someday soon
The great American nightmare will be over
This is what I pray for 2018
The end of the darkness
that consumes our land
I have figured out my arachnophobia,
it’s not the multiple eyes
or the seen or imagined hairiness of the body,
or that torso-less squishy bag.
Apart from we bipedal life-forms
four legs, one on each corner,
seems about right.
Eight is a nightmare.
I try to imagine a Koala Bear with eight legs,
or a Rhinoceros
or, heaven forbid, a crocodile.
Somehow nature got drunk on its own ripe berries,
somehow, 8 became its own demented trick
played upon we giants.
We instinctively leap away from that ancient stillness,
a crouching threat that at any moment
could burst into that fast stiff shuffle.
We watch dismayed as it
carries its own vulnerable package of horror
on all those ratcheted hoists and cranes
itself fearful even to be seen.
Positive psychology
of enlightened empowerment,
contrasted with economically unenlightened
and politically disempowering trauma
Through millennia of emergent anthro-hubris
monoculturalism
monotheism
and anthropocentric
value-monopolistic
capitalism
Brings us into each mindful conscious moment
of co-empathic win/win
AnthroMind/EarthBody health-wealthy trust
Faith in co-passionate LeftBrain/RightEmBodied bicameral
cognitive-verbal/intuitive-nonverbal powers
potentiating sacred co-passion
conjoining organic cooperative pleasure
In discovering co-relational health powers
and ecologically wealthy light
within both public and personal transformative domains
Neurological anthro-scapes
and ecological landscapes
positive win/win networking
toward culture/climate health,
interior as exterior
Powers to love,
to compassionately communicate
verbally and nonverbally
what we all wish to become
To give forward co-redemptive democratic health
and ecologically valued inter-religious wealth
Not ever-more privately condemning,
and publicly criminalizing,
marginalizing,
capitalizing against
eviscerating powers
To ever-more polyculturally engage
polytheistic
EarthJustice
sacred-mind/organic-body vocational destiny
of sufficiency
simplicity
compassionately pleasing peace.
Positive local-ego and global-eco balanced psychology
through more cooperative bicameral discourse
and less competitive anthropocentric debate
Co-passionate discernment
for happy, healthy, and kind multicultural ecotherapy
Not degenerating ever-more losses
into frenzied
cognitive v intuitive
thought v feeling
mind v matter
sacred v organic
brain v body
human v divine
Dissonance
dissociation
dualism
divorce
demented LeftBrain domination writ large
Global economic and political competition values
deemed more evolutionarily efficacious
than cooperative bicameral
dipolar co-arising
co-passionately co-empathic
peaceful pleasures
of AnthroMindFullness inside
EarthEmbodied integrity
inter-religiously manifest
outside
Together
embracing positive eco-psychology
of enlightened empowerment,
contrasted with economically unenlightened
and politically disempowering
irreligious RightWing trauma.
I saw it being built on sacred ground
a field where we boys had many times
reenacted Custers Last Stand.
Ashen boned jaws were riveted to the sky.
The school now waited to be
a concrete cave where madness
was injected into cringing sponge.
I dreamed once that I was a dog
chained to the school's bicycle rails.
Inside the new school, demented teachers
screeched through split nails.
Each lesson had to be hammered
into my psyche, each day my scalp tingled
with a foreboding.
Yet I knew that the arrow in my eye
had to be pushed in a lot further,
a whole lot deeper,
if my mind was to be ever
totally massacred.