Long Domination Poems
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You dictate to me
as you want me to be,
you strap me down,
and then you frown
if I break free,
to be who I want to be!
Yes, I do not fit
I won’t stand or sit,
as you try to school,
dominate and rule
defining me to be!
what you desire to see.
How can you desire,
to light a specific fire
quelling other flames within me?
Oh, what expectation
and determination
to snuff out the me in me!
Deciding for me
to be or not to be!
how can you ever
make me want, what you prefer?
Copyright © by Crystal David John
(Published in my book titled 'Trails of Thought,' which is available on Amazon)
This is a friendship I would like to develop
from their time periods so different indeed
Joan the brave warrior for God's cause
John valiant for truth poor souls to feed
Joan, John says what was prison like?
being interrogated before the final trial
well says Joan one just felt God's near
felt His strength to stand firm and no denial
Now, John, you faced such opposition
Joan speaks with such great admiration
what was Geneva like in your time?
well, John speaking it seemed a new creation
God was bringing conviction on so many
truth did effect even me deep into my soul
now, Joan, you dressed as a man in battle
your femininity, did you feel it was stole
Joan replies no it was my calling
God's will is always the safest place to be
I've just been reading through your institutes
justification by faith has set us free
John then relates to its real influence
when writing it he never thought it so
but God uses our weak efforts in His power
as in the reformation spread his word to go
Now John and Joan came so very fond
for each other and their own love for God
Jehovah Jireh means God will provide
both know this by the use of His sword
Gods provision was to work in both
appreciation for each other so clear
but I know in reality they never met
only 130 years divided them to be near
(I've brought together John Calvin the Swiss reformer(1509-1564) and Joan of Arc who rescued France from English domination. (1412-1431), both French by birth and both mightily used of God. I did a piece 'The coming together of John and Joan' a few weeks ago but thought there was more room to expand this theme and here is the conclusion.)
the fire of lust
consuming our soul
enslaved by carnal desire
testosterone driven lowly ghoul
desire birthing raging obsession
our mind dwelling in a brothel
addicted like an alcoholic
to sexual cravings feral
animal in human form
in this game of domination
finally discerning love from lust
in stillness of prayerful meditation
recognising senses have two aspects
we attempted polarity rotation
between outer and inner
in void of cessation
our primal instinct
a tsunami overpowering
burning us from deep within
yet recedes whilst we are praying
allowing ego urges to arise like bubbles
we view them with childlike curiosity
in wonder and astonishment
marvelling their tenacity
thus viewing mind body
as but an earth life interface
we shut down our lower ego mind
embracing love and light by Gods grace
15-February-2021
Meat Market
They sit on window sills in Hamburg Amsterdam and many beautiful Cities
Legally ‘freed’ they take part in a shady economy of flesh lust and domination
Skimpy dress bare buttocks and bosoms with red light advertising their ‘virtue’
Pimped and pumped out it is business as usual tonight and the punters arrive
Many are most recent imports from Eastern Europe snatched under false promise
Of valuable jobs now bereft of their passports and drugged to dark eye balls
They stand in dark alleys or prowl the streets offering rough rides and adventure
Hand out release for a tenner blow foul members like good sex slaves would do
On the passenger seat they take men to new heights and submit to exploitation
The point of service for entry is all good and if its not the front passage its dearer
Without protection the purse opens wider as the clients take their greedy pick
‘Some goods are beyond the sell by date’ but look now ‘Two for the price of one’
Some of the women and often young girls end up stitched up and dead in a ditch
But who cares they are only whores not pretty enough to be escorts or call girls
A vile supply and demand economy unregulated like neo-liberal infection below
‘The tart enjoys it and she can be proud to get stuffed by the great guy I am’
Modern day serfdom with no power of love but bonded in sick love for power
03rd June 2019
Bartholomew Barton; his friends called him Barty
Eighteen years old but no birthday party
Slumped in the mud, a gunshot to the shoulder
But unlike his comrades at least he’d get older
Tyrannical forces sought world domination
And Barty had marched with his mates for his nation
They gave him some medals for some of his actions
They don’t stop him flinching at noisy distractions
Those heroic deeds he did when he was able
His medals he'd sold to put food on the table
Brought him a pension that won’t pay the rent
With callers demanding the money they’d lent
One day the council demanded his key
And food graced his table now infrequently
But ‘table’ is merely an old cardboard box
And food is a bin-find he shares with a fox
He could do a D-Day and steal a small boat
And hit a Kent beach in his moth-eaten coat
But the taxes he’s paid since his battlefield hell
Do not seem to warrant a four star hotel
So thanks for your effort Bartholomew Barton
It’s qualified you for a pine veneer carton
You gave us your all to give us our today
Then too many governments turned you away
The question is now would you do it again
As you sleep under cardboard in torrential rain
For fighting a war for a brighter new day
Should not mean that home is a dank alleyway
Legally Addicted
Legally Addicted
I'm a slave a prisoner to its sweet nectar.
It calls to me like human flesh calls to Hannibal Lecter.
My lips need its sweet syrup to quench their desert dryness,
Without this elixir i cannot live my life to its fullest and in diviners,
Withdrawals make me a living corps the walking dead lifeless,
A demon risen from the depths of hell,
Living this hellish lifestyle is where I dwell,
Consumed by a solution never will I be able to dispel
I am damned to this addictions laws and orders
I cannot be the arguer for the horror I will endure would be torture,
Do you really think I planned for it to be this way
I am captive a hostage in each and every way day by day,
Prescribed by a physician you fully trust and whom you listen,
However they failed to mention the slight issue with this prescription,
That being the addiction, as time goes by the dose fly's sky high,
My body cries with hunger pains that I just cant satisfy,
An unquenchable thirst so bad you think you may die,
There's no escaping the yearnings and cravings,
The need for it is to great should you try behaving,
Then inevitably you will be left in a catatonic state,
Addiction has stolen my life, I cannot exists without it which I hate,
This unholy shadow haunts me following me closely,
Its impossible to abstain from such a euphoric feeling,
The more I use more layers begin peeking and peeling,
Revealing the depth of the addictions destruction and domination,
This poison begins to rot the flesh resulting in ruination,
Who knew such pure liquid ecstasy causes such catastrophe,
A TALE OF MY CLASS ROOM
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Whenever i close my eyes to rest
it comes and encroaches the complete vsision
Though i’ve tried to change it
it’s domination is great
Yes to say about it
I have to go back to my twelve
Oh! what a beautiful atmosphere to that
We,twenty enjoyed there and learnt
It was our third form in studies and opening of adolosence
My teacher ‘s rhyming verses and her hynotising tone our boons
The very sweetest music of those days was the longbell and
the happiest news to us was decalration of holiday
The amazing pleasure is going to other places with my father
Yes these are dominating my eye screens forever.
SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN
The elite ! a world wide organization
That has never been more corrupt
Now money ,power and domination
Yet the "status quo "we can't dissrupt
Whats created a world of segregation
People seem like they are more abrupt
Striped the fabric of societys foundation!
Feels like a war is now begining to errupt!
One of the topics of everyday conversation
People left phisically ,emotionally, bankrupt
Now that we are in this jilted generation
When unravelled the social construct
Written 2022 another abab style a follow up to other writes a new age.land of dispate.thy illite.world of today.kalidoscope of chaos
We pray for world peace to reign with kindness
midst blest freedom of liberty function
while exercising love and graciousness
affirming brotherly interaction.
Midst blest freedom of liberty function
let’s seek God’s intervention we do need
affirming brotherly interaction
by triumphant unity creed and deed.
Let’s seek God’s intervention we do need
to vanquish attacking aggression-blight
by triumphant unity creed and deed
since citizens have the right for truth’s light.
To vanquish attacking aggression-blight
let’s denounce domination, greed and pride
since citizens have the right for truth’s light
along progress with good governance-stride.
Let’s denounce domination, greed and pride
while exercising love and graciousness…
along progress with good governance-stride
we pray* for world peace to reign with kindness.
*2Thessalonians 1:11 Wherefore also we pray always… that our God would … fulfil all the good pleasure of his goodness, and the work of faith with power.
March 8, 2022
1st place, "World Peace" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 3/10/2022.
War taps into the pent-up hate,
anger and aggression, stored in the human heart.
And pacifist souls suffer
abuse, humiliation, denigration,
and even torture;
from those bent on domination.
We are taught not to feel empathy
or compassion for the oppressed.
Words get spun, sweet as cotton candy,
like hero, patriotism, duty, and service;
all designed to fuel blind faith,
fear, and obedience.
There are other words whispered
amongst the brave:
words like hope, love, peace,
and brotherhood.
But they are inevitably stifled
by the sound of guns;
or cries for revenge!
And so, the human story unfolds,
like a cat and mouse game;
with the pointlessness of the hunt
triggering raw emotions.
Innocence often gets caught
in the middle;
as truth and lies pull heartstrings
in different directions at once:
until all the heart feels is pain.