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Victuals
Walking through the jungle, your liking or disliking,
Does not care greenish, pours for all,
Whether you like green or not, it doesn’t care.
You are in its capital; eyes should bear the victuals,
Publicity does not mind, how you became leader,
Your virtues or fall, is not the matter of fallacy to hearer,
Preachers know, what are saleable in the day,
In night they also, wait for the hay.
As swelling River does not care, whatever it comes in its way,
If you contact learn to move slowly or heavily,
River does not care, you like moving or not, it is feature,
Not findings of great teacher, it is absolutely nature.
You like or not, who damn cares, in a serpentine way,
Many curves are facts, bumping or jumping, you need manage,
But listen, opening ear-holes, if you are driving,
Your fates run being present.
You can think, because you have brain, perceive too,
But if children are, they tend to play,
You like it not, who cares, all know, children do play.
But, you fury at, if big shows the play,
Corpse, lie, dead sure no one will care,
All leave the way, through though he will not pay,
Because taxes are for alive, dead can fly
Freedom is not there, where care is.
Sleep can testify, freedom for horror.
Don’t wish, days and nights are, care for terror,
Always tend to sleep, nature does not bias,
Remain in the gulley, sun can not burn,
The shadow of home shelters, you from turn,
Desert know the panic of, merciless uniformity,
Poor deer if see mirage, supposes running wakes of water,
Dying for desire is rudeness foolish or wise,
Better to find solitude, rather than wish to have,
Poor creatures are within, boundaries of elements,
Ocean, space, sky untouched, earth is warming.
Leave the mission of moon easy for mars,
You have to deliver, peace for alive.
Conference can sell, fresh product of veil.
Jokes aren’t real, which was never, have you tried once?
Better keep quiet, fetter is far to you, victuals can’t harm.
( All whines are poetics only, not intended to any sect.)
I gotta be honest I didn't think we'd go good together
From disliking each other to standing in sub-zero weather
Little did I know I was forever in the prescence of my future wifey
I messed up multiple times, I bet you wanted to fight
I cheated on you because of your past and that wasn't right
Sublimenal corrections are in order
You promised to have my daughter
Or yet my son
Thousands of hours passed since our love begun
Now karma has the audacity to step to my front door
I felt what you felt and I beg you boo no more
I'm not gonna pretend that I'm irreplacable
The love that we have for each other is impeccable
The house I built for you in my heart is unwreckable
You and I bouncing back from this BREAK is inevitable
The BREAK...
A Bad Relationship Enters A Koma
Encased in doubt we are, I can't smell the aroma
Of your lip gloss when we lock lips
Of your breath when I pull your panties below your hips
But back to the BREAK, I feel like it is my blunder
If you hear my heart cry for you, it'll sound like a roar of thunder
The only thing I am trying to prove is I can't let you move
That is...on without me
Don't ever doubt me
Face your fears
I'm here to wipe your tears
I've always been in your shadow
Getting you back will be like winning the lotto
I don't have a car or a job, to take you on dates
But I bet a bus and a SS check will get us our dates
This ain't materialistic
Let's be realistic
I'm the only man alive you should be with
If not then take your pick
Me or Him
Other girls? Forget them
Deprived of attention is how I left you
Ignoring what we had was in fact special
Scared I was of being did bogus
I cheated on you what a hocus pocus
Love her I did, in love WITH her I wasn't
Laying in my bed thinking about it was not pleasant
Then it came out and I felt like a baby with a bottle
Then you forgave me so I pushed it to full throttle
Things went smooth for a while...
Between liking and disliking
While the reason being an arbitrator
But do you see the rift between
Sane and insane ?
That the privileged ones of the era today
Conveniently and keenly prefer to ignore
To differentiate between the two
For it is their lust for power (not prowess)
For it is their greed for grip (not random)
When the truth silently creeps between the duo.
They are skilled craftsman of beautiful lie
They are excellent spoliators in disguise
As the saying goes ‘ hay when it is sun ’
And for these magnificent ones
Any day is sunny day.
They open the gate of allurement
Lo, throng the crowd of odds and evens dull-witted
All of those underprivileged are roped-in
Here these magicians erect
Hypothetical mountain rise so high,
Hear the mighty illusionary oceans splash,
With hollow promise and assurances
All these wrapped in attractive packs
To gift away those poor souls
That never see a sun shine.
They are masters of your nation’s destiny
They want peace at all cost.
Not in the nation’s interest
But in their own interest,
They pledge to resort to anything
To achieve their goal of peace
Treachery, bribe, brutal force or divide and rule
They are not reluctant to avail any of these.
Y’know, they have the honour of dividing the nation
At the brink of communal line,
Here they play the game of emotion and passion
Followed by a mass blood-shed, rapes and mass exodus.
They would give you anything but freedom and liberty
Take all moons, stars, planets but peace,
The reward of your toil
Those starry twinkling sweat,
Not yours,
The blood that travels thousands of miles in your body
Again Not yours,
That salty water wailing out of sockets of your eyes,
That waif and stray tears,
That too Not yours.
It is they who are the masters of your blood, sweat and tears,
It is all because you have given them mandate to govern you,
To be more precise, to serve you.
Just who the mighty one can stop
Niro from playing flute
After city he sets ablaze !
Old Spencer, smelling of grippe, drugs, and death,
he couldn’t bend over to pick up chalk, magazines,
and failed acknowledgements of stupidity.
He certainly reveled in my foolishness.
“Modern science would still like to know what the secret ingredients were
that the Egyptians used when they wrapped up dead people.”
Funny, how people snub any disregard for my self-worth,
I could always smell a phony.
As if picking his nose allowed Spencer to hold his head high,
my presence was only preceded by three other competent institutions.
Success will overlook a booger.
Failure hones selective pride.
I felt it was important to know where park ducks went in winter.
Mayhap they occupied a posh New York hotel.
I left Elkton Hills for selfless reasons.
Attitudes make me cold.
There must be something grander than academia,
like being a good parent or having a large vocabulary.
It is easy to find reasons for disliking people.
They could be old and repetitive.
They could shake the wrong person’s hand.
They could be sarcastic,
exercising their passive aggressive skills after similar provocation.
It seems living can be a circle of depression.
Growing up is difficult if you’re not in the game.
Hot shots always make the rules.
They have an inside track on linear success,
always elated,
blubbering on about how good life is.
They lounge around in their warm homes dressed in bathrobes,
reading The Atlantic Monthly, drinking their hot chocolate.
You can hear them at the edge of your senses, concerned about your destiny,
hedging their own reputations and possible futures,
shouting in barely comprehensible tones from behind closed doors,
“Good Luck!”
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His buddies called him Brant, he was the strongest man
made of solid muscles and he seemed mighty;
he became a fugitive after he raped two women
and robbed to get money for his coke and whiskey.
One was his best friend whom he killed for a grudge he had,
and hiding his face, he pulled down his hat and felt afraid.
There was a reward for anyone who knew his whereabouts
or acquaintances, rumors attested that he must have escaped
to Mexico to join banditos who raped, killed, and robbed;
an American guy saw him in Acapulco kissing pretty chicas*.
He thought that nobody was looking for him and he laughed
in that noisy bar drinking Tequila* until he was drunk and sad,
but forgetting faces drenched in blood is pure madness;
he wore a sombrero* hat and mingled with friendly locals.
Marcela was not his favorite girl, she refused to sit in his lap
while he smoked Tabamex Toro;* he whispered, " Te adoro, mi querida*. "
And disliking the short phrase, she bit on his scarred, dry lip;
" Ah, hermosa, suave!* " He quickly reacted to the revengeful Marcela.
He didn't know that was a trap and be captured him by the FBI agents,
but he suddenly got up, slapped her in the face with murderous hate;
Marcela hit the floor and died instantly, " Bandido*, bandido! That's
my daughter! " The dark-skin man howled. He drew his gun with haste.
He shut him three times, Brant fell down and profusely bled from his legs,
" You are under arrest! " One of the agents said cuffing him with ease,
" We'll take you back to Texas and you'll pay for the rapes and killings!"
Every rapist and killer should know that restlessness allows no inner peace! "
* Chicas: girls
* Tequila: Mexican liquor
* Sombrero: Mexican Hat
* Tabamex Toro: Mexican cigars
* Te adoro, mi querida: I adore you, my dear
* Ah, hermosa, suave: Ah, beautiful take it slow
* Bandido: bandit
How can you focus on love, when you’re solely focused on hate?
How can you focus on beginning, when you’re solely focused on killing?
How can you focus on nurturing, when you’re solely focused on discouraging?
How can you focus on fullness, when you’re solely focused on lust?
How can you focus on compassion, when you’re solely focused on ruthlessness?
How can you focus on appreciating, when you’re solely focused on disrespecting?
How can you focus on heart, when you’re solely focused on outward?
How can you focus on connection, when you’re solely focused on detaching?
How can you focus on loyalty, when you’re solely focused on being fickle?
How can you focus on kindness, when you’re solely focused on ridiculing?
How can you focus on defending, when you’re solely focused on abusing?
How can you focus on harmony, when you’re solely focused on war?
How can you focus on happiness, when you’re solely focused on sadness?
How can you focus on growing, when you’re solely focused on minimizing?
How can you focus on caring, when you’re solely focused on disliking?
How can you focus on your emotions, when you’re solely focused on numbness?
How can you focus on courtesy, when you’re solely focused on grievance?
How can you focus on creation, when you’re solely focused on competition?
How can you focus on dreaming, when you’re solely focused on being perfect?
How can you focus on discovering, when you’re solely focused on concealing?
How can you focus on encouraging, when you’re solely focused on hiding?
How can you focus on the present, when you’re solely focused on always looking?
How can you focus on actually living, when you’re solely focused on surviving?
How can you focus on life’s riches, when you’re solely focused on greed?
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Mere Minutes Into May Sixth, 2019
Heron entombed within b44 man cave
at Highland Manor Apartments sitting
in catbird seat after shower and shave
attuned to silence permeating airwave
wondering what comprises silence music
to these keenly attuned ears as agave
tastes sweet on tongue curious just now
if those hard of hearing or deaf crave
distinct absence, albeit low toned hum,
sans various appliances buzzing this knave,
who relishes solitude and absolute quiet
though this facility, most appeal aye rave
constitutes very minimal cost courtesy
rental assistance, which provides us to save,
(that plural includes missus) feels a slave
hidebound to maintain tidiness, lest we
find ourselves homeless prospect I stave
off (just barely), analogous keeping wild
animal at bay, though grim prospect suave,
and debonair "FAKE" facade I don trumpet
merely self employed to distract grim fate,
which loomed large months few months gone
necessitated third automotive, repair spate
chilly linkedin (racking ma pinion), asper our
2009 Hyundai Sonata (sedan) original parts
(battery included) amazingly last years behave
ving admirably despite slew of upkeep sending
checking account into intensive care, a grave
situation kickstarting precarious mental health
(amazing how being penniless - dirt poor) brave
driver cannot withstand blistering maintenance
costs sustaining car, more money versus engrave
van tombstone, and more painful experiencing
a negative checking account balance, thus fave
veering disliking existential hardship, where entrenched
panic attacks (despite pharmaceutical magic) death gave
enticing option, cuz quotidian struggle undermines
affinity to enjoy life, liberty, blah blah to thrave.
it all came on so suddenly
that even the fastest jackrabbit alive
might have had a problem getting the best of it,
but as monkey sees
monkey will do &
when the wrong person with a rebellious look in their eyes
held up the woven quilt
which designed as the american flag
had all the names of the presidents of the US &
all the public celebrities out there today
making moola on their music & their movies
tattooed all over it,
with meticulously fine stitched faces of american
soldiers who had been killed by the force that
the US just doesn’t like,
in this country of dispute---
hell, it was a media extravaganza &
when all the cameras had captured the moment,
when the things started to be engulfed in flames
the citizens of the empire were whipped up into
hysteria
by the pump pump pumping
propaganda machine,
which has improved so much since earlier times it was needed
by the military acting on behalf of those with
property & power,
pulling the strings to get what they want &
never having to smile at the camera themselves
because their idiot figureheads will do it for them,
reelected every 2-4 years
in order to make the same stirring folk
who think that they are powerless in comparison,
believe that this new guy/gal
is gonna really change things---
but alas,
with the burning of the great american quilt
in a country of our current disliking,
broadcasted all over the television &
all over the web,
pulsating in the little smartphones &
being commented on by face**** & twatter,
the president didn’t even have to step up to the podium
in order to present a great speech of lies
in order to announce another invasion---
instead, the public was convinced,
because this needed to be done,
after all, they burned our little american
quilt.
YOU’RE AMERICANS
NOT DEMOCTATS OR REPUBLICANS
NOT TEA PARTY MEMBERS
NOT ON THE LEFT OR RIGHT
YOU’RE AMERICANS
YOU’RE NOT JEWISH OR CHRISTIAN
NOT MORMAN OR MUSLEM OR ATHIEST
YOU’RE AMERICANS
YOU MAY BE FEMALE OR MALE
CONSERVATIVE OR LIBERAL
OR INDEPENDENT, BUT
YOU’RE AMERICANS
YOU MAY BE PRESIDENT
OR SENATOR
OR STATE REPRESENTATIVE
OR VICE PRESIDENT, BUT
YOU’RE AMERICANS
SECRETARY OF STATE,
SPEAKER OF THE HOUSE
SPEAKER OF THE SENATE
MAJORITY WHIP
MINORITY WHIP, BUT
YOU’RE AMERICANS
YOU MAY BE A MEMBER OF THE TUESDAY GROUP
OR A BLUE DOG DEMOCRAT
OR A PROGRESSIVE CAUCUS MEMBER
OR MEMBER OF SENATE CONSERVATIVE FUND
WHATEVER YOUR COLOR OR GROUP
YOU’RE AMERICANS
SO,
BE AMERICANS
BEFORE YOUR SPECIAL INTEREST GROUPS
BEFORE YOU SEND TROOPS TO OTHER COUNTRIES
BEFORE YOU MINT USELESS DOLLAR COINS
BEFORE YOU MAINTAIN UNEQUAL TAXING PROGRAMS
BEFORE YOU SUBSIDIZE AGRICULTURAL CONGLOMERATES
BEFORE YOU FINANCIALLY SUPPORT OIL EXPLORATION
BEFORE YOU ALLOW PHARMACUTICAL COMPANYS TO CHARGE AMERICANS MORE FOR DRUGS THAN NEIGHBORING COUNTRIES
BEFORE YOU EVER THINK OF ALLOWING OUR COUNTRY TO DEFAULT ON SALARY FOR OUR MILITARY
OR SOCIAL SECURITY RECIPITANTS
OR MEDICAL CARE FOR AMERICANS, REMEMBER
YOU’RE AMERICANS
YOU MAY BE MEMBERS OF THE 112TH CONGRESS
PUFFED WITH YOUR OWN IMPORTANCE
BENEFITING FROM VOTING YOUR OWN SALARY INCREASES
AND NOT PAYING INTO YOUR OWN RETIREMENT ACCOUNT
AND NOT PAYING FOR YOUR MEDICAL CARE
REPRESENTATIVE OF A SPECIAL INTEREST GROUP
DISLIKING ANYONE WHO DISAGREES WITH YOUR AGENDAS, REMEMBER
YOU’RE AMERICANS
REMEMBER THERE ARE 314 MILLION AMERICANS
AND YOU’RE JUST ONE
WORK FOR THE BEST FOR
ALL AMERICANS!
From An American
In Greek mythology Partenope was a beautiful siren
who frequented the shore of Cuma on warm days
to deride the strong and handsome Odysseus
who was madly in love with a very young woman.
On that shore of delightful scents there was a pristine beach
washed by a pretty sea and while Odysseus was eager to teach
love to this virgin....golden as sun rays, fragile as sunflowers;
a tearful Panepole watched them touch, kiss and close eyes.
Were rejection and resentment the causes of all she became?
Her anger was enough to disturb the noon's beautiful peace
and stop them from being two souls immensely passionate,
but she needed the help of Poisedoin who stirred many seas.
Poisedoin's voice echoed through swelling clouds turning gray to rave,
" How dares Odysseus court a mortal...a mere earthly worm! "
And with a furious gesture, he cried out and started a storm;
" Ignore the angry God!" Odysseus shouted running with her into a cave.
" I came to Italy with my fellow Cumans to find happiness by loving
this woman who'll bear my children! " He replied with defiance
to the angered Poisedoin who kept on rising waves disliking his rudeness...
" Tell Partenope not to stalk me...she's an envious siren without feeling!"
A loud earthquake shook the entire sea and Cuma was submerged in water,
but in his haste Poisedoin had forgotten to warn Partenope of the danger...
she was swollen up by a huge wave and washed ashore like fishes and shells;
Partenope's jealousy caused her own death and we remember her on stormy days.