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Does Anybody Care?
Does anybody care, what you put in your hair?
or think, of the ink
you mail to somewhere?
With no thought, you lick the stick,
nor dawn on product of which you smear on.
To you, it’s all gum under your shoe.
Yet! In my home like crayon, you drag on floor with poo you left on.
And there you go, without a care.
Laying face first on the carpet, on which your dog dragged his butt somewhere.
Oh! How you don’t care,
to kiss me and touch me,
with that mouth you just shared.
And to think I would allow you in, with your cats!
And tolerating your roaming kittens, on the counter of my kitchen,
after they in the box just crapped!
The knives, the forks and the spoons you have licked.
The thought of it turns my stomach and makes me sick!
Corona Virus 19 you have nothing on my friends who are unclean.
It makes me angry, and want to destroy my TV with a brick!
Does anybody care? Nobody cares!
This is the world, the house, and the people who are so filthy.
It makes me disgusted; you have no thoughtfulness of germs.
Your consciousness to cleanliness is highly unlikely.
Don’t touch me.
Don’t think of me.
Don’t blow me a kiss.
You disgust me.
I have no care for thee.
You all can go now; you are kindly, and promptly dismissed.
by
Martin Braun
3/16/2020
I’m not a Mysophobic, but I play one as a poet.
Please explain to me why those beatings survived,
Remembering the fear and terror in their eyes,
And being a child there was nothing I could do,
Except taught him towards me instead of you,
Even the church people sat in number and watched the horror of his abuse,
They sat and did nothing and just watched from the pews,
I thought at least one would stand up or call the police,
Yet they all turned their heads from my brothers and sister and me,
As if they didn't see the violence of a 5 year old being thrown up against a wall,
And dragged down the aisle in front of them all,
Those days haunt me and that was the day,
I lost faith in the church and some of they're phony ways,
I thought how could they preach love and do nothing at all,
And just ignore all the abuse of a child they just saw,
After that I vowed to God in silence that I would fight like hell,
That I would become just the opposite and protect my children as well,
All it took was the ignorance of a congregation who decided to turn a blind eye,
That ignited my heart to stand against even the crowd and changed my entire life,
And there I was
With the future on my palm
Success on my lips
In such a way that I could taste it
Achievements on my wall
My mom was proudest
Then it came
Hit my immune system
And swept away my sensitivity
Murdered my manners
And killed my sense of humour
Respect became a fairytale
As it flowed from the bottle to my tongue
I couldn't feel a thing
In such a way that Vodka became the sweetest
Liquid on my taste buds
I couldn't stop talking
It was my thing
You know that guy who's always surrounded
Because what came out of his mouth
Made people taste success
But it was different
I had a lot in mind
I couldn't stop
Until it got out of hand
I could barely walk
They tried to assist, but I was stubborn
And didn't want to listen to anyone
I was drunk
They dragged me into my room
And locked me inside
Because they couldn't handle my noise
Only if they new, that all I needed was love
To be loved and appreciated by my surroundings
I couldn't handle the pressure of my thoughts
I took a marker and wrote on the wall
"I'm messed up, I needed love but all
I got was betrayals and back stabbing friends"0
Then hung myself
The first time that cold sharp metal blade slid across your skin while you were lying on the bathroom floor was the first moment you realised you were as mentally deluded as you thought you were
The blood that dripped down your leg gave you a sense of comfort and warmth that was unmatched
Opening up your skin was easier then letting someone inside ur heart, creating scars that will never heal made u feel alive making your heart pumping with adrenaline
The first time you compared urself to the skinnier slimmer prettier girls made you self conscious, every time you passed a mirror you saw more flaws in yourself, more pieces of yourself u could depict and compare
The crippling feeling that you are insufferable creeps up into ur mind taking control of it like a puppeteer and you are the puppet
The first time you realised you were a mistake, a disappointment a failure made you seek that blade again and again and again until you layed in a pool of your blood lying on the freezing bathroom floor, the same place you sat the first night you dragged the cold sharp metal blade on your skin.
The blade whispered to you like an old friend, it was an unbreakable habit, you were so helpless laying on that bathroom floor that first time not knowing it would lead to this.
My Granddad can’t stay on the straight and narrow
Robs garden centres with his bow and arrow,
Police knew his scheming
So now he is screaming
Speeding downhill in a plastic wheelbarrow
As gramps in his wheelbarrow got lots of LOLs
The river impeded his getaway goals
When used as a boat
It just wouldn’t float
Since when did those wheelbarrows have drainage holes
He dragged out the barrow as fast as he could
Expecting somehow it could do him some good
He thought it made sense
To ask Fred the Fence
“Who launders wheelbarrows in this neighbourhood?”
He sold the wheelbarrow and tried to go straight
Then Grandad found weeds all round his garden gate
“Oh for goodness sake,
I need a new rake.”
Went shopping at ten ’cause the store closed at eight
He snuck through a window by breaking the pane
And made his way through to the garden tools lane
The alarm’s manic blast
Brought police really fast
He grabbed a wheelbarrow and set off again
An ancient mariner in the seamless sea,
I’m sailing for ages in the intuited undefined course
in sparkling sunshine and tormenting tempest,
on the rolling timeless teal waves,
rising high to sanguine sky, falling low to onyx depression,
as my boat pitches, I toil to float in journey uncertain.
The moonless opaque nights descend
with the debris of shrouded stars on the charcoal sea,
the sky sinks in the ebony horizon, nothing I can see,
but to reach the land beyond the bleak misty veil
I need to sail determined for long and far,
lost and lone in the alien sea I scan my course for location.
I depend on the sailor’s age-old creed of confidence
to find by grand estimation where my life is presently placed,
trace a faint line of reckoning to the destination,
revealed by my prior position I’ve left behind.
The driving wind on the sagging sail is weak,
before the sunset to the promised land I must reach.
Navigating the prudent life in the dark night,
dragged by the discernment currents of destiny,
the dependable calculative compass of perception
defines the committed course I follow to be where I am.
During the span of the sensed slice of eternity I sail
from where I started with the acumen of dead reckoning.
DON’T MOURN ME YET…CHILDREN
Been stomped, kick and beaten to the ground;
But don’t mourn me child; I’m not yet dead.
Comatose…maybe…but I’m still around;
So don’t count me out; count your blessings
instead.
Been chocked, hog-tide and dragged through the bloody
streets;
I have been slapped, shot, spat, peed upon; but still
I survive.
Had cigarettes put out where my ebony thighs meet.
But don’t mourn me yet; I’m hope and I’m still alive.
Despite the trials, tribulations, trepidation and the blood
that’s shed,
Do not succumb and wallow in despair; with head held high,
Square your shoulders and stare adversity straight in the eye;
Rip the veil of fear; let your light shine; remember the blood
the ancestors bled.
So wipe away the tears, my dawning darling
dear;
I’m the father of hope and I’ll always be
right here.
*recite to Night Before Christmas
Who was this white haired Claus
with buck-rabbit teeth?
Carrying a ton of peanuts
for everyone to eat.
Dragged in a sleigh
pulled by Agnew and Nixon,
who ran right beside
old Donnar and Blitzen?
He circled Camp David,
A fast fly by;
with lox and bagels
for Jewish guys.
A carpenters’ pencil
was poised by his ear,
and boxes of nails dangled,
from the gear in the rear.
Why! It's Jolly Ole Carter Claus
draped in menorahs.
Handing out home plans to
the Arab before us.
Visions of world peace
danced in his head;
as, he flew to Afghanistan
‘Fore noggin hit bed.
When down from the sky
in the form of deer dung,
fell fruit tree seeds
to be sown in the sun.
And, as Carter Claus’ whip
cracked O’er Nixon's ear,
as Agnew blanched,
his eyes filling with tears.
Droplets hit sand with
a plop and a splatter
’pon the fruit tree seeds with
nary a clatter.
The desert grew green.
Trees sprouted and grew.
Hearts filled with wonder
bellies with stew.
Homes were rebuilt,
as before the fall.
Cook fires were lit.
Children grew tall.
And Ole Carter Claus
flew home in a daze,
passing out sandwiches
that Roslyn had made.
As I lay in the night and ponder at the mistakes I made when I was younger your my biggest the only one of importance you took me by hand a lamb to the slaughter
You robbed me of everythg my body my looks but I held on to you like a flea dose a dog
I lost my family my friends all of my pride you were always there right by side
I wept and I cried I begged you to go when you did I followed no life of my own
You were master and i was your slave
you dragged me to hell and back again
As I sit and look back of the life I could have had I wish I never met you your evil and bad
You hide in the shadows for another victim to snatch another soul to fall into your deathly grasp
i weep for young who next you will slaughter I pray you keep your hands of my son and my daughter
If I see one of the devil's that peddles your wears even look at them sideways this promise I make
it will be the last thing that they ever shall do I will rip their Hart from their chest and stamp on it too
For me it's too late you have taken all that I had
stay away from my kids them you can not have
to protect them I will do all that I can
I will sell my soul to the devil again and again
You have left me a shell of the girl I once was
dead and empty inside nothing left for you to rob
If I could go back in time knowing what I do now one things for certain I would Never try you
Blessed are those
who love God, the
God of love and
mercy
Blessed are those
who follow one God,
who leads with
compassion showing
mercy
Cursed are those
who follow the Prince
of darkness, who fell
from Heaven dragged
down by the weight
Lesser Ego --
He who shows no Mercy
will be shown no Mercy
A Terrorist is the
Son of the Devil
a Harlot of Evil
All Lives Matter
Even the whores
of the press, the whores
of politics, and those
building mansions
profiting from war
let those who hear
with ears yet open
pause and listen to
the tender heart of
wisdom
while those darkened.
Shut off souls, will know
the Fires of Purification
So written
in the annals of
bloody history