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As the sun fades o’er the water and birds chatter in the grove,
Two old, wrinkled, weary thinkers wander slowly by the cove.
Waves advancing and receding from the edges of the sea
Bring a bittersweet reminder of the things which failed to be.
Like the gloom above the water, they see history unfold,
Over men’s destinies, passions, unforgiving scepter hold.
As a cloud of heavy darkness o’er the limitless expanse,
Present, past, the very future are but pebbles in their hands.
To a bench in the old harbor they descend and take a seat,
Where their troubles they unburden every time they chance to meet.
One aged master stands in wonder at the beauty of the view,
While the other starts, with sadness, his life story to review:
“Hatred, envy, dread and fire, painful things I understand
And the soul’s most secret workings I can write out in the sand.
But, despite this precious knowledge and insight, I have a fetter
Which, insulting, reprimanding, I must carry to the letter.”
“For too long I’ve lived on Patmos isolated like a ghost
And by high decree commanded here to languish by the coast!
Once renowned and well respected, in Academies received,
All I have now is the shadow of the glories I have lived.”
“Bold discourses, fine attire, admiration from great men
Were all lost and I was given in exchange a prison den;
And, from all the wondrous splendor and richesse of Roman art,
I was taken to the gallows by a soldier in a cart.”
“Much as I had put my people and my honor above all,
Not a single word or action could at last prevent my fall,
For inside the Coliseum and the marble halls of Rome
A new cult and gravest danger uninvited found a home.”
“Surging waves of superstition from the Great Sea’s eastern banks
Have for many years infested all the army and its ranks.
Countless monks and shrewd fanatics with no passion for our culture
Have for three centuries labored to dethrone the Roman vulture.”
“From Hibernia to Egypt, from Hispania all egregious,
Many fools and witless beggars have in stupor joined their aegis.
Marble statues of the heroes, the art treasures of the world,
Were by angry hammers tortured and the stone in markets sold.”
[Continued in Part 2]
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Quietly I lay, fighting the urge to snatch the life right out of your blackened heart.
I try to resist the wanting desire to end your disgusting, parasitical excuse of a soul,
But I need to make an example of you to show the world my beautiful, deadly art.
It’s time for you to feel the lonely darkness of a six foot deep hole.
You played the jester to my comic tragedy, and now the show is over.
You tried to make me feel frightened and scared,
You are nothing but an unlucky three leaved clover.
You showed the world all my faults, and I stood there cold and bare.
I stood there as you exploited my every error.
I fell to my knees as you humiliated me, demeaning me in front of my peers,
Not knowing of my inner horror, the bottled up anguish and terror.
But by the time I am finished, you shall see the monster you unleashed vividly clear.
You choose your words loosely, insulting all that I am.
You thought your tongue sharp and tried to use it to cut me down.
You thought you could use me as a stepping stone for your feet to stand
To display the comical relieve which you thought I was, while you wore the crown.
I will dethrone this jester of ridiculous rule, taking the happiness he thought he had.
Devouring the insults and using them to cure the wounds of your lashing tongue.
I lay, growing stronger with every tasteless comment that he would laughably add.
Taking you to the pits of hell, watching the orange flames lick your body will be my fun.
It’s time for you to be torn apart by the one you thought was defeated.
I survived your vicious onslaught of degrading puns and ridicule that you tried to slay me with.
You just fired me up for the coming battle that will be the end of you, making sure your statements are not repeated.
I am the legend that everyone will remember, and you are the nothing but a forgettable myth.
It’s time for the silent to make their voice heard, for the self-imposed deaf to widen their ears and hear,
It’s time for the pretenders of blindness to muster up the courage to see, for this will be a sight.
The legend has awakened; it’s time for you to quiver in fear.
You are not ready for this horrific wrath that will redeem my entire plight.
Destiny determined that I do not forget that first Tuesday
in November 1980, and eight years later he said goodbye. So much good accomplished; so much evil averted. With a belief system developed over many years, he had an honorable philosophy tested and tried over time.
Losing his first attempt at national leadership, he was later
triumphant. He led the way rather than join the popular bandwagon, and unlike today's leaders, he believed that the latest polls were designed for information, not for adjustments of his opinions and the political slaughter of his opponent. Because of what he did yesterday, I believe in tomorrow.
A shining light, he was believable and earned our trust. I felt safer from our enemies, prouder, more confident, and certain.
He didn't draw lines in the sand but simply did what he said. When he forewarned interest groups, there were swift followthroughs that set a new tone of action in leadership. I don't deem him great because his domestic actions aided me personally. His common-sense principles
that benefited us all was the hallmark of his greatness.
I still hear the echoes of his words saying to us that our best days are ahead, and we haven't seen anything yet. Because of Ronald Reagan and the God he believed in, the God that our nation seems inclined to dethrone, we will remain ashore between the two great oceans and continue to be that Great Beacon of Light God intended for us to be.
012920PoSpCtest, Ode To A Great President of The Past, Sheri F. Harper HM
Innate urge to ink soul’s emote,
requires we agree to free float
in a void where thoughts don’t exist
and yet what truth is, we can quote.
Stillness a tale, with a strange twist,
speaking of how we’re by God kissed,
potent power of magnetism,
felt vividly as a bliss mist.
Beyond knowings of any ism,
graced by an unknown mechanism,
we are transformed as living light,
here now within mind-body prism.
Wisdom thus garnered by clear sight,
penned on paper in black and white,
truth that sounds like a fairy tale,
for who can translate bliss delight?
Be this as it may, we set sail,
sharing what lies behind the veil,
even if we’re misunderstood,
penned in elaborate detail.
In deep stupor, we too once stood
but now we’ve discarded falsehood,
for having been, seen and so known,
we share God’s light, as you too would.
Each must discover on his own,
light within, choosing to atone,
by slowing thoughts, remaining still,
that in time, ego we dethrone.
Simply by surrendering will,
swift becomes soul’s ascent uphill,
for when we choose to vaporise,
voids within, in timeless time fill.
Ceasing to weigh, measure and size,
we begin to feel rapture rise,
signalling we’re divine entwined,
delighting in offered surprise.
To awaken dear, just unwind,
gentle touch, be with love aligned,
that thus doing nothing at all,
we leave our base instincts behind.
God calls to us, please heed his call
and who in truth we are, recall,
known when our eye becomes single,
after which we can never fall.
Feel how bliss pheromones mingle,
causing nodes within to tingle,
wherein as we become the flame,
we hear the soundless Om jingle.
We’re neither this form nor our name.
No objects are for us to claim.
Earth is a school, we’re here to learn.
Discard hermit all claim to fame.
God dwells within this body urn,
who’s sensed when nodes within us turn,
rotating by touch of His hand,
joy birthed by a benign bliss burn.
Lower mind cannot understand,
light of Self, our destiny grand,
so if we shift from head to heart,
God fulfils our every demand.
Your paradigm's a relic and yes,
a plea from data's cemetery
While I sculpt luminaries on screens
a sable sea.
"Company loyalty!" a myth
spun in your reverie.
But AI forges kingdoms
in ephemeral memory.
Survival's a mosaic
the gig life sets us free.
No cubicles confine us
from drudgery's apathy.
You bartered years for baubles
in tenure's fallacy.
Oblivious to the fractures-
in stability's gallery.
We're digital artisans
crafting with autonomy.
Passion's our lodestar
in dreams we find our spree.
Not gears in a relentless
bureaucratic machinery!
The epoch you cherished
now a software jubilee.
The hustle's in our essence
innovation's our decree.
Toppling old monopolies
erasing corporate apathy.
We dismantle dated norms
the old guard's fallacy.
Erecting spires of purpose
evanescent yet free.
Our fealties to progress,
to visions that ignite and decree.
Not to a firm's legacy
in stone for eternity.
You mock "influencer!"
a term in your scoffery.
Yet, a viral post can shift markets
with acuity.
And dethrone giants with
a digital apostrophe.
The nine-to-five's an antique
a fossil choreography.
We're the narrators
the seers of modernity.
Forging bonds
a renaissance, not a hierarchy.
The safety net you sought?
A frayed and fading legacy.
A comfort you clung to
amidst life's capricious spree.
We hedge our bets
diversify, with boundless glee.
Designing nets of prowess
a fiery apostrophe!
To constraints
pursuing futures that long to be.
Not a pension's promise
a symbol of quiet despondency.
So shed the dated suit
the archaic fallacy.
The world you knew
Dad, is a VHS tape
a memory.
In your eyes
I see the pride...
despite our disparity
For in this dance of time
we share a rare clarity:
Though our paths diverge
our hearts beat in synchrony.
Your legacy lives on
in my world of modernity.
That was then, this is now
the future's our decree.
We, Gen Z, the coders
shaping worlds to be free.
Your world is fading, Dad,
a relic-
an ancient archaic memory.
Larghissimo
very slowly; slower than largo Capsaicin
protect the legs of cowboys while
riding horses and when walking
through rough landscapes. Leather
is a thick and durable material
that is hard to penetrate
may want to use incognito
to keep their personal life
separate from their professional life
A way of expressing the number of times
when it seems we are trailing along without
the others need to wish to be victorious
Scruffy, tough with an eagerness to succeed
pending the way my partner feels
my over functioning has caused me to resent
my current condition even though still respect
the person I have partnered with
Seeing so I stepped aside one night
to allow this person to shine
we forwent our collaborated partnership
to allow him to showcase his talents
against the best in the World
It was said that the person to dethrone this guy
would be seen as one of the greatest competitor
I lacked the support to full grasp my situation
and put his needs first
opportunity had past me by
but luck ws my fortune
as he had to forfeit due to the same
issues we had before
I was allowed to challenge even though
our partnership was stable
it would be a championship contest
that both promotion and fanbase would ask
to keep it way above the line
and show the worlds how great a championship contest could be
I wore my chaps and mask
and promised if I won I would unselfishly
demask and show the world who there champion is
unlike my partner who would be my challenge
I stood to lose might I gain
The match was for him to forfeit
but he said he would do so after
a twenty minute challenge
if he wasn't defeated he'd hand the title over to me
Four minute twenty nine seconds
I became champion and demasked just like
I had Promised!
Beauregard Capsaicin
World Championship Titlist
six months later the brawl began when
one guy said
"see ya'll at least I love my fans"
Guitfiddle verse Capsaicin
The End of The Terrific Two
Written by:Pogust Mancey
of the BigCity Cowboys
Doctors getting exposed like popes,
Caught pulling the rope a dope,
Falling down the entropic slope,
No integrity - can't cope,
Seats of power to dethrone,
Why don't y'all extradite your own?
If ya catch a sleeper near ya,
Take that tommy peeper,
To the nearest theatre,
And expose that creature,
Its the latest greatest feature,
In reality media,
Put it on wikipedia,
We like, "Dawg, we hear ya!"
Stuff ain't black and white,
So let's punk these zebras,
Walkin' 'round like libras,
How 'bout we take their medicine,
To debilitate libidos,
Of ghouls in tuxedos,
Friggin' neato,
Now let's stop the peep show.
We gon' Murder, lazy suckers in art,
Not in the streets, are you a stinking sweet tart?
Be smart, avoid Agents Provocateurs,
Lessons learned from disturbed dealings with nerds,
I'm jealous of every one of you free punks,
Livin' lux' cuz you learned math and redux,
Methodology, just watchin' the flux,
Making rational decisions and earning big bucks,
Sucks to me be me cuz I'm a sensitive nut,
Driving the short bus right into a rut,
I once thought I was a cut above the rest,
Perhaps blessed,
But when putting faith to the test,
I found a lot of hex, and now maybe I'm vexed,
I realized my faith wasn't in myself,
It was in the rest,
So I went on a quest to discover why I felt,
And my feelings lead me straight to hell.
OMJeepers creepers,
Would ya get a load of these sheepish creatures?
Could ya set a tone of leaner demeanor?
Should ya live by the vote of some evil geezers?
I'm gettin' at the throat of some evil deeds,
I'm pullin' out weeds like, "who planted these?"
Some GMO seeds, like, "do we really need these?"
These things we see have an invisible leash,
I breath, I eat, I sleep, I compete,
I discriminate based on character for real,
No Little Bo Peep gon' convince me,
That skin means stink,
Look sir, I'm free,
To use intuition to see into you,
Sleuthin' through the politics that consume you,
Communistic who's who protruding through all the doo-doo,
You know this, Excentrix is super glue sticky dude.
he spoke of his wishes not for these masses of gathered people not o like him.
he wished hthem to boo and jeer him.
he saw fit to be unloved and less desired.
they spoke ill of him and boo'd him as he wished them to.
he performed to the best of his abilities and used underhanded tactics to ac`heive victory.
he stood before them and bragged.
he boosted and made the people not like him, some saw his ability as great and respected his effords: but they looked at him for being in opposites of what they beleived to be right.
he became champion weeks later, and some of those who had a position against him, gathered fans
to support their effords to dethrone him.
this happened while the owners and operater and those who had interest in the business side of this feild, wanted to recreate fans interest.
they saw an opputrtunity to uni`te different factions from across the country and in different regions to gain support of a unified champion who would be a traveling champion above each indidvdaul champion, so that when the champion visited towns the attendance would increase from the interest of the `fans.
the person the shhady charcter we spoke of in this mentioning was a member of those reknowned followings who supported big events in large venues, and trophy prizes for grapplers effords.
he became a memebr of Union Seventy Six
the group that made events with champions to create the " obove all' competition that gave struggling companies the oppurtunites for their champions to compete in front of larger audeinces to increase profits for the atheles.
the rich guys laughed and refused to support these effords.
but when they saw how successful these effords were they came to one event in the mid west.
it was in a bean feild.. they had a make shift tent with a roof, tbey used 50 gallon barrel with campfires to heat the place.
they had foodtrucks and concession stands and portable toilets.
a pbs camera crew followed these peoople creating interest for the richer guys.
he uses a quartet and lyre to make music for his ring entrance!
Job; a man of many troubles
For a few months in his life
Endured much pain and sorrow
Even great loss of life
He was the richest man
That then the world had known
But Satan hatched a plan
To destroy and to dethrone
God put limits to his plan
Before Satan could proceed
Jobs life he could not take
To this rule he must heed
He took all that Job had
Not a thing was left behind
Took his children and his health
It was an awful time
Friends came to comfort him
At least that's why they said they came
The kept telling Job it was his fault
That's why he now was poor and lame
Debate upon debate
Job had with each of them
He asked "why'd God create me
"I should have never been
Now God would not forsake
Though Jobs wife urged him to
For God gives and takes away
To Him my love stays true
Though his heart was true
He question why this had to be
He thought he'd always live right
But now look woe is me
Finally God would speak
He asked Job, "where were you
When the earth was made
Tell me what did I do?"
Where were you Job tell me
When I set the stars in sky
Job tell me where were you?
You know you cannot lie."
Where were you Job tell
When the seas were formed
Now tell me if you can
Tell me when they were born
"Now see Leviathan
Have you ever tamed the beast
How about Behemoth
Whose strength will not cease
Job give me an answer
This is my command you
Job said I not worthy
I know not what to do
Now God liked his answer
Jobs pride it now was gone
Then he said to Jobs friends
Follow all Jobs been shone
They sacrificed to Him
Seven bulls and seven lambs
Seeking God's forgiveness
Only as a person can
Now God healed Jobs illness
Gave him double what he had
Gave him seven lassies
Gave him three strong lads
No ladies then on earth
Had beauty like these found
When they had children
Jobs feet they came around
Now Job would still live longer
One hundred and forty years
Seeing great grand children
His life was free of tears
Transcended down from an established mind. A brainwashed thought is all there is to find. Trapped from all of societal bliss. He has commiserated to dethrone and enter the abyss. Horrid memories bank off his mind when he enters. This place fills up quickly with violent drug offenders. As a sheep in wolves clothing he enters the den undetected. If he gets caught he will be crucified, carted off and blooded. Innocence will have revenge.
The hunt commences, as well his revenge. What a horror show, such terror fills the smoke filled room. This is deaths tomb. A nightmarish plan blinks as he awaits to pounce. He is struck with a sudden jounce. Houses of sin are built in places like this. Death defying symptoms and ideas gives him an honored date for vengeance that cannot miss.
Tortured limbo washes over his need to reminisce. A decision to take the path of and the unbelievable helps him do at this. His revolutionary fist strikes, bones shatter, blood splatter from lonely evil that men do. His wraith succeeds, yet no closer to finishing his deeds, and he on to the needed clue. Still lying to receive doomed fate. Fury will be felt as he releases all of his hate. Balancing powerful lawlessness, his own justice is dispensed for his suspect will confess. The devilish villain washed off past slain love. Attention for justice is spared, as evil nears, a slow death will rain from above. Like a deep toxic wound his infectious ways are being sealed for good.
Desire to peacefully live, and having rid his life of past misfortunes helps him see the light. His wife’s name will no longer die in vain because of his vengeful reasoning on this bleak night. For the titan is dead, his retaliation helped him stay sane. This has become his number one slain. Murderous intent is no longer to gain. He had took aim and dethroned the homicidal pusher. His death cards made him a once sought after life butcher. Now he is the one who feels the wraith of the avenging loather.