Long Depravity Poems
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How many more young men
How many more young women
Must fall victim to those
Sworn to serve the community?
Needless deaths, senseless violence.
Upholders of the law
Laying low the guiltless?
What lies in their hearts
What lies in their minds
What lies do they live by ?
The uniform, their badge of honour
Demeaned by soulless depravity.
Wholesomeness without
Corruption within
In God we trust
The devil in the police detail
We must no longer witness
The cruel loss of young lives
Let Tyre be the last
In such a painful litany
That writ must run no more
Let the beacon of his light
Blaze forth for all to see
Never again such tragedy
An elderly black man with a head of grey hair,
Loyal to the farmland he worked but did not own,
In a time when law and justice’s scales were not fair,
Had been that way long before he was even born.
Never had a home or dwelling that he could own,
Didn’t have a bank account or savings to his name,
But had pearls of godly wisdom gained through years gone,
That could have help society repent its shame.
Always told that he was not even second class,
Forbidden to prove that he was a man of worth,
Never able to escape slavery’s vile pass,
Told that he was the inferior of the earth.
Through hundreds of years in the cauldron of defeat,
And suffering much abuse and hostile rebuke,
Those of color are still crying out to be free,
From the chronic dominance of white culture’s boot.
The old black man of yore with head covered with grey,
Symbol of the time in slavery’s hellish grip,
Struggling each day to find an everlasting way,
To be free from sagas of infernal slave ships.
His ancestral family tree he could not name,
Through the years of abject bondage and auction stands,
They were slaves of powerful money-driven men,
Who spurned ethics and brought slavery to this land.
A great hope, “Free at last, thank God, I’m free at last”,
But came too late for the old grey-headed black man,
And it’s true to a prodigious measure of fact,
That lawful freedom should offer a welcome hand.
‘til all in this land called America are free,
No matter race, color or nationality,
All will be confined by slavery’s evil deeds,
For enslaving others is low depravity.
Until each one in the nation is free at last,
When we are finally one as “We the people”,
We’ll live under slavery’s pall of the past,
Can’t escape this ill fate until all are equal.
Pray for the long-awaited day that will declare,
We’re united in freedom’s just and moral quest,
Only then will the old black man with the grey hair,
At long last, can have real peace and eternal rest.
Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Full Moon
On the night of the blood red super full moon
I sat in an evil, depraved godforsaken bar
Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
Washed down by endless rounds of whiskey
rum, tequila, vodka, soju and of course beer
drinking with my buddies the Jack Daniels Gang
Drinking my way to Hell and beyond
Just as fast as I could
twenty damn drinks too sober
Just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon
Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine-looking babes
Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions
When into the bar
That din of cosmic depravity
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe
So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive
I did not know what to do
As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar
In a skin-tight leather pant
Looked so fine
That my eyeballs hurt
And finally, I had to say something
So, I gathered up my manly courage
And walked up to her
And she looked at me
And instantly bewitched my soul
With a devilish grin
I lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic
Howling at the blood red full moon
Foaming at the mouth
A wild, free werewolf
Howling at the lunatic light
Of the blood red blue full Moon
Where ere befell a guiding light
Shining eyes beheld a glory
Holp toward a muted purpose—
A distant feigning glimmer,
Beyond the pale of words.
An aching need to be remade,
A sculptor's hand; a brutal vision
A child; a blank canvas,
A naivety, a submissive nature,
An eagerness to please.
Lead them to a dimming light,
There amidst our dying shadows;
There betwixt the Sun and Night,
Where line the winding gallows.
Where shame forsakes the birth-right
That a darker voice be heard.
And offer up their souls of light
Like the flourishing of birds.
The blinding faith sees not the wraith
Whose night has coiled a cold embrace.
The sun shall nevermore break
Where the twilight, some sayeth,
Precedes its visage upon the lake.
Darkness shall have usurp'd the day
And those who needed believe
Shall have naught to say,
Atop the boroughs as they grieve,
Bearing the known regrets
And we—
The freedom used to deceive,
To let embolden depravity,
To watch the flames spread despair and misery.
The freedom to preach hate and heresy,
To wrongfully endure—
For which we all shall sorely pay.
Tattoos on your soul expose your pain
Vodka in your veins controls depravity
Perforated voodoo dolls at your command
Holy matrimony united in a kiss
Diseased, dressed to kill, as pretty as it gets
Wedding vowels begin in innocence
Pins go in the flesh, dots connect, shrink the head
Sow the lips together before you go to bed
Conjure ancient spells before you sleep
Stay in touch with your emotions enemy
Remember death til you do part
Means exactly that
Pain and pleasure are the same
A well preserved husband in a formal wear tuxedo
Is a love that lasts forever for better or for worst
It is better than a living one at any time
In formaldehyde
Closure
Closure isn't such a bad thing, It just reveals
Someone 's true reality of one's character.
To put a short depravity to this even shorter
story; I think Closure comes when you stop
looking for it.
Not the door that closed without warning
Sometimes the Closure isn't an explanation,
It's acceptable occasionally, You may never
get the answers you're looking for.
Closure is unemotional that they'll never give you candor, a plea or confirmation one deserves.
You think those things will help you move on?
I know you may want closure, But it's
Accepting that their silence was their answer.
Is there an emotion stuck in your throat?
especially when it makes you feel nostalgic,
Your ideas will rise to the surface as they float,
to act as a reminder, as things are heraldic.
Especially when it makes you feel nostalgic.
It hurts your chest to remember the past,
to act as a reminder, as things are heraldic.
A feeling of strain you refuse to contrast.
It hurts your chest to remember the past.
You simply discard it without thinking away.
A feeling of strain you refuse to contrast.
The fight, the denial, and your lifting sway
You simply discard it without thinking away.
All this pain and agony lasts for eternity.
The fight, the denial, and your lifting sway
Don't just exhibit your genuine depravity.
All this pain and agony lasts for eternity.
Commit everything else you've got to trust.
Don't just exhibit your genuine depravity.
I perceive you and am aware of your thrust.
Commit everything else you've got to trust.
Here, stories and pity rest, so you can sigh.
I perceive you and am aware of your thrust.
Moving included that, and it remains today.
Here, stories and pity rest, so you can sigh.
Your ideas will rise to the surface as they float.
Moving included that, and it remains today.
Is there an emotion stuck in your throat?
Written: January 16, 2023
We as humans have not a single ounce of morality
We watch babies die and women cry and say it's just another fatality
We sit and lie about our lives and say we have hospitality
We say goodbye to the good times so we can choose neutrality
We try and hide we wont abide out of fear of liberality
We sigh, I sigh, I said we sigh because of your mentality
We might misguide and try to lie but see hatred as sensuality
We define the human mind as something of immortality
We might provide the wrong side the sources for sociality
But don't confide or hide your rights you will always have orality
The worlds combined bring hell alive do you see the criticality?
Stop choosing side like you were assigned that leads to social duality
The left and right will always fight which will always create depravity
We must unite just for the night so we can feel the congeniality
I’ve failed Him
So many times, in so many ways
Through transgressions
All along my path
Through indulgences
In sin and wrong
Through crimes
Which always harm
I’ve failed Him
In ways I can’t even describe
Left Him pained
Because He stood at my side
Caused Him tears
Because of my alibis
Made Him sad
Even though I’m His child
I’ve failed Him
Darkened His gaze
With wickedness and failure
Shadowed His light
With black dread and fear
Colored His hopes
In depravity and flaws
Failures that taunt and haunt
I’ve failed Him
Made sin my only friend
As I begged Him again and again
Please forgive me
For the offenses within
The ones that make me feel
Like I shouldn’t enter in
To the relationship with Him
I’ve failed Him
Left His spirit grieved
Because when He was my need
I turned to addictions and things
That destroyed my life
Left me with so much strife
I couldn’t turn back to Him
The One who breathed life into me
I’ve failed Him
Known that I was wrong
Still clung to the darkest loss
In spite of the truth that screamed
Through silent echoes of dreams
Knowing that He would agree
His peace would finally free me
From the horror of sin
I’ve failed Him
But, in spite of my flaws,
He continues to give me all
I need to carry on
To keep trying to love
With all my heart
To keep the faith in His love
Which saved me and assured me
Someday I’d live above
Where His pure, unconditional love
Surrounds me like a glove
Sent to remind me I’m His
A child of the King
A brother to whom I cling
A God of who I sing
I’ve failed Him
The way, the truth, the life
But He has never failed me
His delighted bride
Once More I Failed the Truth Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
June 27, 2021
There was a polite society, in so many lands..It was regulated by capable hands
Sober people, would meet and discuss; at
Walks in the park.? Horse shows and such
Healthy larks..And there was that aspiration to rise even higher, maybe to a
Royal castle.? Where you might partake.!!!
Of an almost (holy fire?) Through rose tinted glasses some perhaps almost swooned at the thought.' Where all would be..? Almost perfection.! Only the best did
There resort.' Although there indeed were
Dungeons deep in their bowls they were mere relic's of past depravity..The betters had escaped all that now.' Here there would be awards given.' Amidst sighs of
Chiffon ans silks.' You could support wars
That spread democracy.? My how the imagination could be caught.' Up up up.!!!
Yet out all around , honest working people were being taxed into the ground.' While The climate god was fete'd..And damaged veterans took to tents, un-holy acts were being done its beyond sane Christian invent...'