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"Cured" by the medication, my mind goes numb
Is feeling nothing better than feeling it all?
Screaming in my head becomes a constant drum
Do people really love me or can I not recall?
They say to me that I act okay, like I'm totally fine
But behind closed doors I'm crumbling
So where do I draw the line?
I have a list of names I want forever seared out of my head
The fire can burn but I won't feel it anyway
Am I scarred until I'm dead?
When the ducts finally hit their peak
And the tears they overflow
You can call me such a freak
But the lines on my thighs don't show
Cuts and slices, blood on keys
Call it my mental disease
Flashbacks play like pictures on a film
And my thoughts, they grow so dark and dim
They tell me I'm strong to carry it all
That I should feel proud that I remain still alive
But when the weight cracks my fragile facade
I'm doomed to watch everything fall
One is the crying, the sadness it brings
Two is the pretending, the smiles I enact
Three is the screams, the echoes, the lies
Four is the nightmares, that haunt me to sleep
Five is the images that cause me to scream
Six is the knife into my own skin
Seven is the death I will ensure upon them
In this life, or the next...
God knows I tried
I've done my best,
Restored our pride
Aced every test.
Who only knew
Who could have guessed,
What lies would spew
From Socialists possessed.
The vote was rigged
The Media lied,
My fans all twigged
But cast aside.
The courts were bought
Judges aloof,
No cheaters caught
Democrats screaming "Where's the proof?"
My wife fast packing
My kids all gone,
Fast losing backing
But “bring it on”!
They think I'm done?
Washed up to rot?
Again I'll stun
Enact my plot.
Just lie in wait
Watch Biden flail,
All will then gyrate
Back to me, the holy grail.
Until then a little fun
Parties galore and adoration,
Florida golfing in the sun,
Itching for that call to lead the Nation.
Tribute
You are a wonderful human being and a man of many talents Jack Ellison for all your many achievements.
Age is only number - your charismatic persona and optimism shines through your poems.
I’m honored to be your friend. Thanks for your poem ‘An Aussie Sweetie’ and for the Laughs.
Weather forecast Sydney Bondi Beach tomorrow…
Hot, Sunny with a ‘slight swell’.
So still on in front of the Bondi Beach Pavilion tomorrow?
Oops! I hope I don’t get you into trouble with this one!
Enjoy our musical greeting from the late and great Aussie - Slim Dusty in true Oz style.
Such a wealth of talent this Cool guy Jack
Lives in freezing temperatures and that’s a fact
Dreams of a hot Aussie beach to re-enact
In the Land Down Under his ardour asunder
He pops a popper to celebrate the wonder
Of ‘Knockers’ galore and for sure naught a lack
Oh Glorious Days! His libido is back
A song by Slim Dusty ‘G'day G'day’ – inspired by the great ‘land down under’ - Australia
Mach my words, that time travel aye
foresee (rather than being
at a stand still, nee frozen
analogous to cry
oh ja hen nicks, or more particularly
going backwards)
this chap doth espy
great breakthroughs,
asper similar advances this guy
i.e. myself witnesses quantum leaps I
learn (reading The University Of Penn Gazette)
the Burmese doctoral
engineering student Kai
Sir Von Wilhelm Harris
made profound advances within
advanced combined research
laboratory of rocket surgery
and brain science set my
mouth ajar
(with rivulets of drool spilling forth)
constructing a simple
to assemble gizmo (avail able
common household materials
rendered unto YouTube), and/or Cable
Comcast, Fios, Infosys, et cetera
which accidental discovery
automatically codified feign
top secret "FAKE" news to enable
boot (simply for formality sake)
code named Clark Gable
yet in reality (a faux veil of secrecy)
to con Vince sing lee
foster an inimitable
mystique, button truth
for general public to unzip noble
no red bull) knowable
handy escape to past or future
and essentially unlocked laudable
simple "household solution"
to become the latest craze
(synonymous with an opiate - manageable
minus addiction, conviction,
and excruciation viz zit operable
via needle marks of the masses
within a fortnight necessary
supplies sans quantifiable
while Das Donald Trump
could enact legislation satisfiable
knowing majority being
totally tubularly oblivious unalterable
measures permanently infringing on inalienable
rights such as life, liberty
and the pursuit of winnable pacification.
Akashic records
Akashic records
stores joy and discords,
with each flicker tracked,
on earth we enact.
Time herein stands still,
replaying our will,
which we may review,
from love’s point of view.
What holds true ascends,
whilst falsehood descends,
that purged in love’s flame,
soul and God be same.
Ego’s a bubble,
causing us trouble,
which once laid to rest,
each breath is soul’s crest.
Aliveness, a pulse,
everywhere at once.
As part of the whole,
each soul plays it’s role.
Love’s the only rule,
in this earth life school;
our innate essence,
soul’s luminescence.
Be still thus to know,
debts of love we owe
are gifts to ourself
and to God Himself.
29-July-2022
Notes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akashic_records
We the people, of the United States of America, choose to live in harmony.
As respectful citizens under the protection of our laws,
That we, the people, have established in this great Republic of these United States.
When any nation is overwhelmingly threatened,
By those who choose to break their protective laws,
And disrupt their harmonious way of life, in any way, shape or form,
Then we, the people, must enact jurisprudence to defend it similarly,
In any way, shape or form, and if such counter-measures,
Be the wall, then let it be done.
Any act that will not result in bloodshed,
That is, to cause injurious harm and or death of another's life,
Unless it is something that they themselves have created,
To which the end results in the effect,
Will be deemed as an act of caution on both sides of the wall.
Present and future expenditures of the existing conditions,
Outweighs the cost of the wall,
And members in Congress who are in opposition,
Has so far offered disputable counter proposals.
We The People
Of The United States
In Order To Form
A More Perfect Union
Establish Justice
Insure Domestic Tranquility
Provide For The Common Defense
Promote The General Welfare
And Secure The Blessings Of Liberty To Ourselves
And Our Posterity
We are proud of our
Past accomplishments
And humble of our
Past inabilities
At present, we are stacked,
Against formidable odds,
As a nation, indecisive in itself,
Instills indifference, both here and abroad,
As the American people faces their most fearless foe,
For a nation's future has yet to unfold.
My Crucifixion
One of a few regrets, I face my mortality
Time spent in dissension, self imposed exile
I face my God, drop in prayer asking for reprieve
My penance; life, my sentence; life
In what else can I believe
Judge, jury, and executioner
Pontius Pilate at my crucifixion
I see things that most do not want to see
Blood on my hands
My own blood from my own crucifixion
Feeling things that most do not want to feel
I’m facing demons, living nightmares
As I am forced to look inside at the real me
Who I was, who I am, different yet the same
Fighting through the battles, torn and scarred
The only way to get over the shame
We all make mistakes, admitting it or not
I too was only created in an image
Falling short, falling hard, bottomless abyss
Truly sorry for the paths that I may have strayed
For the monsters I’ve created
Still I have become my judge, my jury, and my own
executioner
Pontius Pilate at my crucifixion
Seeing things that I don’t want to see
Judge, jury, and executioner
Pontius Pilate at my crucifixion
Feeling things that I don’t want to feel
Blood on my hands
My own blood from my own crucifixion
Believing things that I don’t want to believe,
And all in the name of repentance...
Bless me father for I have sinned,
With my first breath of life I became tied to you
With a never-ending need for forgiveness
Always sorry for the very way of the world
As if through death I could enact a change...
1.
WHAT?
Are we going to enter the ill-fated whirlpool of
Unintelligible madness, and let calamitous folly,
Anchor its obscure ships of destruction in our
Harmonious hearts?
Or
Are we going to follow the discerning star of
Glowing reason and allow lustrous wisdom
Institute its simmering dominion in our
Tormented minds?
2.
Are we going to constantly give fortified shelter to
Detrimental fears and permit fatal pessimism
Establish its depressing presence,
In our serene lives?
Or
Are we going to evict, detrimental dread, from our
Excruciating consciousness and relinquish vivifying
Optimism to enact its invigorating message,
All over our agonizing planet?
3.
Are we going to stand, apathetically still in front of
Virtue’s constant devastation and grant mean vice,
Permission to grow its abominable fruit of injustice
In our loving society?
Or
Are we going to become vigorously implicated in
Rectitude’s resurrection by putting up a gallant fight for
The condemnation of dreary crime,
In our fearful world?
4.
Are we going to let fading belief steadily degenerate our
Blazing ethics and permit sinister infamy, build its
Damnable empire of anarchy, in our
Mystic souls?
Or
Are we going to work, with ever-expanding zeal to
Revive glittering morality by sanctioning compassion and
Regenerating empathy and bringing harmony in
Our damned society?
5.
Are we going to sacrifice illustrious truth on the
Wicked altar of self-interest and endure venomous lie
Undisturbed to flourish in the midst of our
Community?
Or
Are we going to courageously strive against the
Catastrophic falsehood by allowing rapturous
Veracity thrive and blossom within
Ourselves?
6.
Are we going to remain helpless prey of
Mischievous hatred and grand carnivorous war the
Permit to destroy and devour life on
Eternal earth?
Or
Are we going to transform ourselves to
Charitable giants and give birth to everlasting peace and
To ever-enduring love for every fellow
Living being?
7.
If your choice is not the former but the latter, my
Loving friend,
Then
Do not just whisper but ROAR!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 December 2020
Sixty-five million years B.C.
No human being around to see
Near total extinction: a catastrophe
Heaven knows when the next one will be
Astronomer Bob, didn't expect to see
Speeding on its lethal trajectory
NASA insist it shall pass safely by
Lowlife reporter exposes that lie
Three days remain to atone for our sin
Many men turn to beer, whisky or gin
Mothers on knees beseeching the sky
Clutching their children they openly cry
Two days remain to face our worst dreads
And ponder the lack of atomic warheads
Some say a couple of well focused hits
Our nemesis shattered to vaporised bits
One day remains to reflect on humanity
Many enact hedonistic insanity
Others pen memoirs hand written at speed
Futile indulgence for no man to read
And lo is the sky ignited ablaze
Searing the vision of man’s final gaze
Impact tremendous but count not the dead
For it simply flattened my grandfather’s shed
Enemies Of My Breath.
Like a purple dragon of doom, I breathe fire behind your knecks!
With the quake of the earth, I ensue your essence to the ends of the realms.
Like a volcano I erupt with the rage of gia the mother of storms,
As my wings flap upon your backs, I enact the four winds upon your heels!
Like lightning I arouse fear within your minds, and dishearten your allies!
Driven like the rivers of time, I erode your terrain, and bring you to ground zero.
Just as I breath the last of my stamina, I consequently the elements unearth you once again.
As my incursion enacts itself upon their society, it rupters like an artery and spays your offspring from these planes.
As the eye of my hurricane enters upon your community, it dissociates you from your truth, and snaps you from the ather!
As your bastion fails i breath my finale upon your souls, your coup de grace is as follows.
As give chase like a hell hound i enact the command of the merciless sultan, euthinasia for thy foul fiends of the kingdom of bleeding hearts!
Yes my liege has been done as of yesterday, i say as they all lay dying all one hundred fifty fold of them.
~Benjamin Luke Aguas.