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I know you don’t know Gikomba, Gikosh
It’s where we go to shop
For everything second hand and camera
Shirts, purses, suits, girlfriends, even senators
You must get there early when the sun is in the east
If you want to get something nice you must be the first pick
They all come in bales shipped from the west
We don't like to say they are used or cheap
You should see the new girlfriend I just nicked
she really is beautiful, she has all her teeth
She is quite a catch she is an affordable treat
A little bit used? yes but barely, she looks pristine
I can’t believe someone gave her away at just twenty-three
She has a few scars nothing that can’t be fixed
With a little care, a visit to my tailor, trust, and a new wig
I am so excited I must show all of the streets
I can’t wait to try her on once I am home, rested and clean
She comes with instructions in a manual you will never see
First, you must wear a wrapper, It is the wisdom from within
You see this people from the west are sometimes sick
Before you try anything from Gikosh, its proper
To wear protection for some infections we can't treat
Until you can make sure she is clean
Just like my mother did with my clothes from the streets
She cleaned my Sunday best first to lose that mitumba scent
To make sure my neighbours couldn’t see we couldn't get the new drip
Just so I could fit in with the rest not to mention also disinfect from disease
Like a good son raised right by her mother with respect for my street
I clean her up, to protect myself from her previous sin
Once I rinse her past, I teach her how to speak like me
I take her out for all my friends to witness her skin
They stand in awe of how designer she is
Like a reality star from Instagram or those fancy magazines
Oh My! I can’t wait for also you to see
My mtumba girlfriend after I take a pic
She is special, with character and is really unique
Not generic like the mass-produced brands you worship
Where you go shopping in the malls in the city
Yes your girlfriends look amazing
you don’t even have to check their teeth
They are never used they are never cheap
But still, none is like this new one I picked
I am already attached and I am pleased
You really should try Gikosh if you will
I recommend with 5 stars it is the dream
1) Pick up the cat and cradle it in the crook of your arm as if holding a baby. Position forefinger and thumb on either side of the cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. As the cat opens it's mouth pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow.
2) Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in arm and repeat process.
3) Retrieve cat from bedroom and throw away soggy pill.
4) Take new pill from package and cradle cat in left arm holding rear paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut and count to 10 .
5) Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe.
6) Kneel on floor with cat firmly wedged between knees. Hold front and rear paws ignoring low growls emitted by cat. Get partner to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously.
7) Retrieve cat from curtain rail and take another pill from the package. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered figurines and vases from hearth and set aside for gluing later.
8) Wrap cat in a towel and get partner to lie on top of cat with head just visible from below armpit. Put pill in the end of a drinking straw, force cat's mouth open with pencil and blow down the straw.
9) Check label to see if pill is harmful to humans and drink a pint of beer to take the taste away. Apply band aide to partner's forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap.
10) Retrieve cat from neighbor's shed and get another pill. Open another beer. Place cat in cupboard and close door firmly on neck. Force mouth open with dessert spoon and flick pill down throat with elastic band.
11) Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on hinges.
Drink beer, fetch bottle of Scotch, pour a shot and drink. Apply whiskey compress to cheek to disinfect, then toss back another shot.
Throw away remnant of T-shirt and put on a new one.
12) Take cat to vet and get him to give cat the pill.
WRITING GAME IS ON
Part 3
Could this mean it’s a dream like what many people say,
They display true belief in a belief full of beliefs and conceptual writings,
Just like this, I risk my writer’s voice to this life, amazingly perceived so sweet,
I don’t tweet, sit beneath, and bow to any one or thing,
you know you should really think about what this is saying,
Lost in translation, relate to nothing, no comprehension, this should be shun,
As long as we feel the heat from under the sun,
Most run to and fro, like a sicko, runs and runs and when he’s done,
Contemplates physical sick acts done under our heavenly sun,
Entering into evil at birth, heavenly creature learning in any given way,
Low level displayed acts may never wake up on earth as we walk on it every day,
We face decay, created by mindful ignorance, wanting it for bliss, bliss you get,
But I detect what you lack, no stacked up knowledge, so you forget,
We have never meet, I disinfect those that are weak and seek,
Seekers seeking someones feet to kiss, dismiss rinse your hands and be glad,
I didn’t get frustrated and mad, forgave very fast, fast processes understood as I stand,
I’m a man under estimated, but I like it that way, haha just playing with words,
Hectic mathematic poetic infected with sickness of the truth, heard and sealed.
Whats the deal as healing is happening around the world, concealed and sealed the seal,
Yeah is that even ideal to even contemplate taking the risks, you’re a sick system,
Deception eats them, attempts after attempts,
Can’t listen to concepts that lead to the truth,
Loosely Loose words intercept to give us a meaning,
But I’m screaming don’t except everything that’s sounds meaningful,
Make some mindful aware rules, installed and programmed intelligence on the pedestal,
Maxed out like Max Planck, asking questions? Or given questions to answer?
Advanced………….. I will disarm ya with investigation in relation to your imagination,
Stung, Love Won, CONSCIOUSNESS Blessed.
Quincy Mac
date written: 7.12.2015
"Renovation After A Narcissist"
(Sometimes a vagrant sneaks past the security of one's heart.
When they are discovered, they must be made to depart.
First, beef up security with more guards put in place,
Then thoroughly disinfect until there is no trace!)
Now that I have recognised the toxin in my life,
Living in my heart causing me stress and strife,
Disinfection has begun, a thorough cleansing duty,
Every nook and cranny to wipe out the rabid booty,
To eradicate the infection that has held me in peril.
I won't stop until my heart is completely sterile.
Open wide the windows, air out the gruesome smell,
Good riddance to the garbage, extricate, expel.
All the filthy, rotten lies, the stench is so profound,
Fermenting in deceit, drowning every sound,
Of reason, of logic, of any common sense,
Designed just to cripple and stifle my defense.
All the daggers strewn around, with my blood, stained,
The walls of my heart shredded once my Love was gained.
The mutilation is evident everywhere I look,
As advantage of my Love without remorse, he took.
I offered complete forgiveness, to understand, a chance,
But he was too enthralled with the wielding of his lance,
Making lacerations, gaping wounds, cutting deep,
Inflicting pain immense, with joy he watched me weep.
All the masquerading of his many twisted clones,
Rounding up many as his spying, lying drones,
Has now come to a close with a sour, bitter end,
But with cleansing underway, my mangled heart can mend.
For the vagrant in my heart, the vampiristic leech,
I have now extricated with a ton of bleach.
No remnants shall remain, not even a spec of dust,
Not even a whisper silent, meticulous is a must.
The task shall be done, impeccably carried through,
Until my heart is healed and once again anew.
There will be no vacancy until this work's complete,
Never to be again seduced by a master of deceit.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2014-05-03 18:22:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
With painted face and silent smiles they light the night so dim,
Oblivious to their stalker and his diabolic whim.
They'd come to sunny Florida to flee Maine's winter snow
And play their silent pantomimes on sidewalks as they go.
But the analyst has programs and experiments to run;
Methodic’ly he thus connects the silencer and gun.
Onlookers claim the analyst did murder them that night,
Then calmly pulled his pencil out, his test's results to write.
But as for wherefores and the whys, when asked of him a reason,
If these are not fair game, he cries, Why call this 'Tourist Season'?
His court appointed council does the best that he is able
To win the jury's pity for this client so unstable.
This man, his sobbing lawyer pleads, was brilliant as a child.
He never was a vicious lad, and next to most, quite mild.
Such things he pondered others wondered, if indeed they never spoke them,
As, to what hue those Smurfs, now blue, would turn, were one to choke them.
The lawyer then begins to quote behavior science stats
Of those who make their living pulling habits out of rats.
If in his heart a man resorts to rationalization
A wrong might seem a right when there's sufficient provocation.
As situations worsen and confusion grows with time;
Seems right, when with a silencer, one shoots a silent mime.
If innocent is how you find there's none 'twould you disparage,
For squelching this inquiring mind would be a grave miscarriage.
Those murders were experiments, not born of animosity;
Performed were they to satisfy a morbid curiosity.
Still the jury found him guilty and to ease his troubled brain,
Ordered soon a lethal potion be injected in his vein.
When asked before the gavel rapped for any final comment,
The killer scratched his head as if his muddled mind to foment.
Yes just one further question in this form of execution
do they disinfect the needle in a sterilized solution?
If there’s no god, why show respect
for pain that’s felt by an insect,
for doesn’t that in part deflect
from order’s natural select
which did from soup somehow infect,
cajole or otherwise confect
life as we know it, and inject
complexity, until bedecked,
upon the scene comes Man, erect?
A pain-free god’s what you expect?
It seems creation's architect
is oft accused by means direct
(an argument they resurrect),
of child abuse, pain and neglect,
a charge to which I must object.
Though I'm not needed to protect,
still neither shall this go unchecked.
Although I mean no disrespect,
I think when one is circumspect,
allows not logic to defect,
to fancy, does not genuflect,
and stops carefully to reflect,
they, too, will see the disconnect.
For when they do, I do suspect,
unwittingly, Godhead bisect
(it's rare, if I may interject,
that they might attempt to trisect),
considering not, in effect,
that though there are three intellects,
their wills, communal, intersect,
their overlap complete, correct.
Now you may ask what this affects,
but what it means is all aspects
of common will and dialect,
are locked in a direct connect,
such that when one of them elects
to carry out a plan perfect,
none are diminished, none henpecked,
nor subject to a misdirect,
nor actions that might disaffect,
nor any sovereign state rejects
(hence child abuse notions are wrecked).
I have the scriptures to inspect;
in these I cannot recollect
attempts from truth to redirect,
so I eject as incorrect
the notion that God did elect
to avoid pain, to disinfect,
but rather, chose pain to connect
with life, with us, and with respect,
through Christ, and not in retrospect.
They say that fear is F-alse E-vidence A-ppearing R-eal.
That can’t be true because I bore witness to Chauvin’s kill!
The video went viral on Facebook, an epic timed release, a
very stark difference from the initial statement of the police!
Who should the public really be afraid? Corporate, right-wing
media as usual cast its fear-mongering shade.., it’s ‘Them’ with
their unusual human strength like brute jungle apes, who the Cops
say are the aggressive threat, but they refused to release the tape?
They tell us the system is blind, impartial, fair, and objective
that one’s wealth, power, gender, and race, is not a factor or a nexus
Lady Justice may be blind but from my own perspective, the one-sided
tale that the videos clearly tell.., I don't see justice.., I always see just us!
Let the tape be released like sunlight through a darkened cloud,
it will cleanse and disinfect all the social sores that have too long
been allowed.., to fester from deep-rooted indifference and hate, so
it’s time to let the truth be known, that’s been captured on the tape
We’re told, “Don’t believe your lying eyes, trust the full investigation,
there’s more to the tape than meets the eye, might alter your persuasion”
Your prolonged analysis and inquisition simply does not begin to reckon,
with an amateurish videotape of (9) minutes, and (29) agonizing seconds
So stop with the smoke and mirrors, and own up to an institution outdated
Let’s reform a badly broken system and get one that's equitable reinstated
Its starts with complete transparency, of this fact there can be no debate
To establish justice, equality, and trust with us, you must release the tape!
Paranoid And Voided
If I step outside my house I’m dead!
There are monsters under my bed
I cannot sleep due to the sheep
They count on my naivety
You know how sheep can be
Cold, calculating, killers to the core
I understand from reliable sources in my head
That I am out to get me
I try to protect me from myself
Used rope to tie my hands behind me
But the rope is really a snake
Cannot be trusted, plotted against me with contempt
There is no mistake
My toys are in a rage and lined against me
Jealous of my powers and filled with envy
Ready to attack with guns and knives
Hidden behind their backs, thirsty for my blood
A delusional pack of savages to persecute me
They chase me down the hall to kill me
Or shoot me in in the back for satisfaction
I need to go to sleep….. but about the sheep….
You understand…. It is sheep
You know how they can be
They are sheep and need no explanation
I’m not paranoid at all but have to tell you all the time
Wash and disinfect your hands before you enter
There are billions of microbial creatures that have landed
Aliens, who come from other planets with a plan
Filthy, unshaved, ugly beings from the dirty universe
Come to hurt me and to place their curse
I refuse to be party to their plan and will avoid it if I can
Hold my head to keep the noise and voices in
Keep the enemy at bay with invisibility and invincibility
Hold my breath forever to keep the germs away
To kill or avoid everything there is
That can be neutralized or voided…. This I pray
Our world is under relentless attack
We all need to be careful about the impact
Of this virus on us. Be strong, healthy and positive
About defeating “Hate”. Be active. Be proactive
Wash our hands and brains and stay awake, away
From people who’re sick, sneezing and thrown away
By the toxic virus, which is attacking all of us
We’re under attack; we need to exterminate this bug
Which is invisible, and elusive. Spray under the rug
And disinfect from top to bottom. Let’s be the boss
Of HATRED-100. We’re under constant attack
Let’s fight back. Let’s push back
This pandemic. There’s no need to panic
Yes, this is not the time to have a picnic
Let’s be safe and conservative
Let’s be careful, personal and proactive
Exercise, jump for joy. No ‘high five’ please
We must defeat this deadly disease
Our world is under unrelenting attack
The enemy is deadly and elusive
We all must fight and push back
We must be strong and proactive
Be prudent against all enemies
Say thank you, you’re welcome and please
Wash our hands, love our friends
Kill the virus by sanitizing our brains
Hearts, souls, spleens and hands
And keep Hatred away from our friends
From our neighbors and from the folks
Of our surroundings. Hate is no joke, no hoax
Love is the answer, love is the panaceas
Love is hope. Love is the antidote against all galimatias.
Copyright © March 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
A year without your calls each day
Oh what I would give to hear you say
‘Hello Mum, how are you today’
A year since that day you were taken away
So sudden
So cruel
No warning for us all
One moment you were here
Then nothing at all
My son you are now
with sweet souls you loved
At peace
No pain
Pray we’ll see you again
Oh what a year
you’ve missed my Son
Covid 19 took over our lives
Lockdowns
Masks
Social distancing too
A Worldwide Pandemic
the likes of which ne'er seen before
Has taken over all our lives
as we hide behind our own front door
Parcels left upon our steps
Hand gel
Hand washing
To disinfect
To kill this virus
This evil germ
it makes me scared
it makes me squirm
You are probably wondering as you look down
wondering why we are wearing a frown
No Theatres
No shows
Pubs closing at 10
No hotels
No holidays
No mixing with friends
It’s surreal
It’s bizarre
for we cannot be who we think we are
Taking over our lives
Will life be the same again
Millions have perished
Coronavirus is to blame
known as Covid one nine
for that is its name
2020 was the year this toxic virus came….
Will it ever go
?????
Well ~ we really do not know…
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Written 3rd October 2020