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LASHES TO ASHES IN SLOW MOTION
Might I please present myself as a prologue to death
Because unless I am terribly wrong…….
I can’t have too terribly long
And I’ve been lazy too long
But I don’t have too long to act crazy
Incredibly and indisputably inane
And drive other people institutionally insane
My days dry up like clay caskets caught in the Cancun sun
Leading to nights that usually end by me ending up with whiskey whisking away yet another weary evening
Witnessed and coerced by two dead soldiers made of glass
Who kicked my ass the night before
When fright came before a blackout
And darkness led to a morning of foul tasting coffee and a donut of doubt
What secret could the night before grasp tightly in its clutch?
Will people say my performance was a bit too much?
Is there a lady somewhere that I wouldn’t recognize if her eyes were made of fire with whom I let desire declare two bodies bare?
And precisely what did she and I share?
Was it something controlled by a lack of control?
Did we meld in mind, body and soul?
Did seduction succeed in its mission to maraud our minds and give making love the meaning it was meant to have?
Is there a lady out there who borrowed a snippet from my life and may have been complicit in the death of a dream?
Did we watch the world fly in fast forward together?
And sometimes in slow motion in order that our time together would be extended by the exclusion of the relativity of time
And a second could sing for as long as it takes a wedding bell’s voice to fade into the hollowness of night
And a minute might meander down the middle of a mercurial moment and remain there until you sigh deeply and chase the stars away for the morning’s sake
And oh to the music of mysticism your countenance is wont to make
Sung by a choir of questions and a chorus of conclusions
While a flute would fleetingly fade into forgotten confusion
Alas, my days decline by death’s design and do more than demoralize me
My only request is that you disregard my genius and charming manner and please don’t memorialize me
Nor commemorate me in any way
Simply cremate me and toss me away!
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This fool doth not consider himself wise,
writing paltry poetry difficult
to read and/or actualize
methinks perusers of great literature
snub nose how I miserably advertise,
laughable attempt to aerobicise
fifty plus shades of gray matter
lobbying showy words agonize
zing effort perhaps best to cauterize
near petrified glob - boon
for scientists to analyze
baffling laboratory technicians
unusual crenulations
a profound surprise
pitiful peremptorily doth apologize
unlike verbalization feasible
after webbed whirled fist size
terra incognita reveals numbskull years
wrought yours truly to anesthetize
smelting, squelching,
and suppressing emotions
scored how tree rings annualize
environmental conditions definite
premature imp of the pervert
poe fella lifetime channels,
where bullies did antagonize
upon death requested autopsy authorize
zing eager scalpels to apprize
miniature dried river bed
formerly streams of consciousness
lake never seen before engendering
crowdsource to hypothesize
baffling every expert,
how terrible fate did baptize
ala lemony snicket series
of unfortunate events
multiplied power bajillion times
number only Google could surmise
obvious tell tale signs did brutalize
as if smacked upside the head
one unfortunate gladly apparently
suffered maelstroms of armageddon size
poet chars evidently
succeeded to burglarize
more successful than Watergate
psychological ploys hackers
noninvasively did cannibalize
(perhaps bored furloughed
government employees)
albeit noninvasively deeming
imposible to canonize
resultant cerebral corpus
understandably did capsize
entire body politik (Democrat)
faced, booked on hatred did demonize
verbal assaults indicate
suffering did caramelize
cerebrum, cerebellum and brainstem
resembling burnt offering
impossible to categorize
glommed hardened integument colleagues
hard pressed to characterize
highly rendered anomaly,
hence unfair to criticize
erratic schizoid personality disorder
quite evident amyloid plaques
did significantly crystalize
definitely explain aberrant quirks
resultant incessant emasculation
unquestionably led him to demoralize.
it seems like no matter where I go I always get a fight
no matter how nice I am people always try to get me down
I always seem to pull through and put a smile on my face
but people always try to turn it the other way into a frown
my mother always told me don't cry over spill milk in the end
because sometimes what has happened can never ever be changed
when people knew me in the past I will admit that I had a lot of faults
but I’m happy to stand here now because my life has now been rearranged
so I salute all the persons that stood there and said that I wouldn't make it
I am glad I am strong so I could pull through because I almost believed
all my life people kept feeding me with negative things over and over again
now they can’t stop me again because I am successful and I feel relieved
they managed to destroy past relationships as also a lot of friendships
however I stood firm and focused so they couldn't damage my integrity
I wondered what I did to make people want to see me fail so much
but I realize all the gossips and the lies they told made me into a celebrity
they never saw success headed my way I was told I would always fail
I’m glad I wasn't stupid to listen and got up and decided I would try
before I use to hide from them because I thought their words were true
now wherever I do see them in the streets I always make sure I say hi
people remember you determine your future not the words of others
so I say believe in yourself no matter what you will always have haters
but mommy always said you want good then your nose got to run
so I don't let them demoralize me all I do is use them as my motivators
I promised myself I would never allow anyone to get the best of me
I won’t allow them to get me upset even if they say something derogative
ill just continue to work until I reach my goals that I have set in my life
and I won’t let anyone derail me from that, that’s my prerogative
BY: Marlon A. Malcolm
Programmed fools demonize our culture,
try to undermine, demoralize,
say that it’s all ‘white supremacist,’
it’s ‘patriarchal,’ ‘all built on lies.’
Overblow every mistake they find,
project onto us all of their sins,
parasites dependant on a host
that they’re busy killing from within.
Be they our teachers of professors,
or scum media lying out loud,
don’t listen when they preach self-hatred,
for there is much of which to be proud.
They like to blame us for slavery,
tell children it was unique to us,
when the Muslims enslaved twenty times
of what came to the Americas.
They don’t teach that for ten thousand years
it was commonplace to all mankind,
they do not want that much perspective
to ever enter into our minds.
They don’t mention that we helped kill it,
that the west paid in blood for that change,
or that no culture who came before
dared to take on this practice deranged.
They harp on this to guilt good people,
make them cower to the leftist crowd,
there is no need to feel self-hatred,
when there’s so much that should make you proud.
They like to proclaim that we’re ‘racist,’
it’s their favorite way to shut you up,
use your skin tint to assign virtues,
endlessly coming up with such stuff.
But the only racists out there are
the lefties who reduce us to groups,
the rest of us don’t care for this crap,
and are annoyed by people who do.
When we buried Jim Crow long ago,
held up equality under law,
we did all that a country can do,
one standard for all, despite our flaws.
Go ask China about Africans,
or the Muslim world of people dark,
and you’ll understand very quickly
that our attitudes are far apart.
We say that color doesn’t matter,
and that all who try must be allowed,
so when they preach racial self-hatred,
flip them off, you’ve a right to be proud...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
What better way to describe psychological warfare,
It breaks down to be, a war of words, right there.
Poetry has an advantage, to show it as unjust and unfair.
Throughout the ages, a war of words. We must be aware.
Julius Caesar had wildly exaggerated tales of his victory,
recited by servants in the streets of Rome, such trickery.
Napoleon used fake newspapers to convince an army,
of Austrian soldiers to give up and surrender harm free.
World war one saw both sides conducted air drops,
Over enemy lines to damage morale, pulling out all stops.
A German leaflet to the American soldiers said:
Stay in the war and chances you will get out of it dead.
During world war two militaries were using radio to do this.
UK targeted Nazi forces. Germany returned it without a miss.
Axis Sally aimed at US women, saying their men were sacrificed.
Being killed on orders of Roosevelt as he was profit enticed.
The Japanese spread propaganda via a station called Radio Tokyo,
Meant to demoralize American and allied soldiers on the show.
An English speaking Japanese woman called Orphan Anne speaks.
Many women performed this task, and their popularity grew in peaks.
Our troops called them all, Tokyo Rose, the show was called Zero Hour.
The voices would say : “Japanese soldiers love to watch you cower.
They are safe in their hiding places and caves with food and comfort too.
Your bombs can’t touch them, as they patiently wait to slaughter you.”
Propaganda came via American voices calling our soldiers boneheads,
Zero Hour became popular. The amusement of allied soldiers spreads.
Tokyo Rose became well known as she taunted the soldiers on her own.
The 2020’s, propaganda has matured and with social media has grown.
I That Because Of Your Attack, Will Never Yield.
No single tear given, nor I gift you an open field
so yes, make merry with your hatred and false face
as you pretend to be a true and great religious man,
a fraud, with your camouflage, you are a total disgrace.
I that because of your attack will never yield.
Walking through majestic flowering meadows heart singing
as an ancient soul in poetry's many pass ways
ink will set and as my poetic words I be slinging
while you slither around within your hidden dark byways.
I that because of your attack will never yield.
This solemn vow I choose to make because of hate in you
as dawn its bright glory shares, my words will your evil haunt
never are given blessings to those that wear masks of two
with this new creation, you sad wickedness I now taunt.
I that because of your attack will never yield.
Robert J. Lindley,1-23-2020
Slam/rhyming poetry.
( A wolf in hiding, smiling behind its nasty evil nature )
Note: This poem is written about the one that hides to so falsely
accuse, demoralize and try to destroy other poets. He that shall
not be named but will suffer as all such hiding villains do.
A shame and a travesty that such a wicked soul gets by with such
reprehensible charades. Surely your envy/jealousy leads you to be
a tortured and lonely but hideously wicked soul. Yet a judgment
exists well beyond the scope of mere mortal man. Consider these
words as a poetic truth that will one day see you face the judgment
of your vicious and truly contemptible hidden deeds.
Tis I, that now deeply pities an evil wretch, such as you....
Are you calling me to stop here?
Alright!
I’ve pressed my feet on brakes,
Behind me, red eyes burning brightly.
Is journey finished here?
Then let it be so!
Seats are luxurious,
Comfortable to sit.
I was sunk in sweet dreams.
I had forgotten my duties and responsibility.
Journey ends here,
Would it mean so?
Now, I’ve stopped near the level crossing
It seems temporary halting.
Some of them are talking:
‘It was real life drama!
Others are thinking, it’s a race!’
If that’s true,
Would this dramatic sequence of life end here?
Is it right to do so?
I don’t like your philosophy
Don’t agree to accept it.
I know you analyze things better
Also know how to demoralize me
You always reject whatever I like
But in every problem,
There’s a solution in disguise!
And we can solve it amicably.
An iron bar, I know, has torn our road straight apart.
I am cruelly pinned to one end
of this prehistoric road,
At the other end you are torturing me
I can’t tolerate your emotional tyranny anymore.
I can’t also disobey laws of my fate
can't withdraw myself.
Unanimously we can change us!
Are you telling me to stop here?
Ear rings that were hanging in your ears
have now tied my legs tightly
This cruel time has caged me
I am screaming hopelessly
Memories are now dancing phantoms!
Steering is moving like wheels of fortune
on your hands,
I’m waiting for your answers.
Suddenly, someone whistled
The iron rod lifted up
our roads are ready to be joined
Doors of thousand rooms are now opened.
Are you calling me to enter?
I have received an obscene comment
from a sick, slandering mouth on this poetry site,
calling me a filthy monkey with intense anger;
and is this person a human being or beast?
And how would I address this demon: sir or
madam? I use no discretion when dealing with fools,
and let them hear and feel the deep tone
of my thundering voice, bringing on a violent storm...
o idiot, approached by the Devil to manipulate such a worthless soul
You've picked your target, lashing at us with uncontrolled madness,
is your behavior, so bizarre and extremely rude, to embarass,
to harass and harm us? Be warned, it is to no avail...
the fairest reward for your obscenities is Hell!
You are messing with the creative minds of modest folks,
willing and ready to fight back and triumph over your wickedness!
Has Satan and his Fallen Angels ever conquered Heaven?
Will you, with your envy and vengeful words ever defeat us?
We are honorable, unfeigned, dignified and loved for our sharedl kindness,
and that makes us extraordinary beings among the unintelligent criminals,
who mortify, demoralize, threat, abuse, and kill the very essence of morality;
we excel in our unique and remarkable ideas that make many tremble,
and you will tremble at the appearance of the Archaengel of Vengeance!
Our spirit will not be demeaned by your constant and horrible curses,
we are united in this fight, not to let you seal our mouths with silence!
Was Brutus or Hamlet a human being or beast? Do you see a disparity?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Desolation blinks steam rises as earth's suffix
The omega spoke through chain clanging gravel movement
Immorality runs rampant fully disclosed
Drug use becomes the norm legalizing blinding
And we continue to demoralize morals
Mankind walks parting destiny from fear with doubt
Time Tasted
Today is Today the same as yesterday was
I saw my own mistake corrected by prayer
From hating this place to wondering why is how
Life confined and oppressed at the same time is why
To deserve a punishment that can't seem unfair
Self love over zealous will exist as no love
Move Forward
The interrogation was as pointless as sin
My face showed zero emotion on that morning
Last night was the same as the day before non stop
For two years before then I should have remained free
And they all loved me but back then love escaped me
As sweat moistens theory my face gilds crimson
Life free spilled
The time was 4:44 when the answer came
The change between am and pm was the same
Thanking God was not my ritual in times past
Music was the oxygen crime was the basis
So the crimes I committed explained two faces
The good and bad side of y'all in me is just half
Silence Failed
With Athleticism
Through raw talent ignored
Like A Haunted Spirit
Lives in cracks and crevices
As the good that life lost...
and left...
Life began
Have you ever thought about time traveling?
The universe unraveling, unraveling the muti-verse?
indeed we are kings and Queens that rule the earth,
created from pure energy,
so I've always been and I always will be,
Make two rakats salat to tap into my chi,
Gaining Ones Definition will manifest my mission,
Split atoms to find the spiritual composition,
Opening mortal portals to parallel dimensions,
Black holes, worm holes and the seven abodes,
I'm talking to yet created souls,
And ancient hero's that froze their foes with just-ice
Astral project to take in the sight's.
The birth and death of stars,
the face and pyramid built on mars
embracing the meditation reading incantations in pharaohs tomb
step inside a cavern that led to the earths womb,
born again,
again born like a rose in full bloom,
to consume the bright sunlight being reflected through the triple stages of
darkness of the enveloping night.
The black nation fight for right with the united snakes,
And suffer from lynching, physical and spiritual rapes,
by tom's billy bob and jakes,
and slaves escapes to northern states that sometimes turn out to be a mistake.
Jim crow died but his sons are alive and well,
They ostracize demoralize, and criminalize kids as adult's and send them
upstate to hell.
This may seem like some senseless babble but this is the realty of realties of
my travels.