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He brings the music of death
The music that’s take our final breath
I’d rather come in and play on my cold feet
Than warm up to be old heat
If I were to die on this day
What would you speak of at my funeral?
What would you say?
How would you sooth the mourners
Of a forgotten general
He was a man on fire
For his lord, your savior
Wouldn’t take his soul any higher
So he remains a man on fire
We make mistakes, because we know we can
And chances are we’ll be forgiven for them
An eye for an eye, I’m awaiting a heart break
As for now
I’m a casualty living for your sins
Every man coming for my head
Prophets already censoring me dead
I bring the music of death
The music that’s gonna take your final breath
I mostly refer to myself as a child
I don’t know why
Perhaps I feel immortal
As if I couldn’t die
But now I’m just a man on fire
For my lord, your savior
Will not take this soul any higher
Now I’m a man on fire
Form:
Plop, plop, plop.
The white light of the window's
Modern-day tavern shone
On the writer's keys
as the raindrops plopped atop
The wooden barrels outside.
His mind both racked and vacant
Body-dragged and summarily questioned
Twixt miles and miles of driving to connect
The dots as the mind, the mind, the mind...
Mutters, mumbles, and mucks through the hours
Like a muddied pigeon struggling to spread its wings
As small concentric circles grow outward on the writer's
Cold wet barrel outside in the inclement Seattle spring spritz...
So you have a break.
So you have time to rest.
So why complain?
Look at all this mental health bliss.
Why fuss and moan and
Stress and with such duress?
There's a way to find the calm in the chaos.
Just go away, get away, though check your emails.
The kids have the flu, go take your break.
It's walking pneumonia, where's your harmonica?
Let's sing the blues.
The songs of our lives.
The tears of all the angels.
Human tears taste better.
An eye for an eye
A hambone for a hambone
Who called the vegetarian?
Fooled you that's a pescatarian.
This poem is a train,
That never found the rails.
And that's okay
When excavating
The soul of the soul,
The eye of the eye,
The plop of the plop
From the Beer Barrel Bop.
I am the raindrop.
And even the barrel.
Plop, plop, plop.
Is this my moment of clarity or another illusion
It's hard to fight a battle when it feels like you keep losing
I question would it be best if I had a short fuse or try to just defuse this
Sometimes it's useless and with knowing that, some choose to abuse this
An eye for an eye, it's hard to tell if we are even on the same side anymore
the rumors are true when it rains it pours
But that's what happens when you keep knocking on the wrong door
I can only speak for self and the way I felt
It's an eye for an eye, I never did switch sides
but this is what happens when the worst out the best people collide
One day later
My ego is protected
All the pain deflected
From the hurt you caused
An eye for an eye; zero pause
You cut my tongue; I take your eyes
Count and pray on my demise
Until I rise like an eagle
Up to heaven; the angel of evil
Hurting more
One week later
My eye bawls blood
Soaked my hands, skin scrub
But the mark will never fade
The sinner's brand; you claimed
Demons stalk me at midnight
Till dusk to dawn is a fight
Curses etched on my wall
The thorns start to crawl
Hurting more
One month later
Thorns crowning and piercing through
Penance; the karmic coup
No justice has been made
But baptised; in blood I bathed
New face; new name
Old sins; same game
The same inner war
Same man, hurting more
Hurting more
One year later
I'm soaked head to toe
Facing the red soaked path below
Towards a future clouded by guilt
From the monster I had built
Hurting more
Hurting forevermore
You killed one of mine.
I killed two of yours.
You retaliated by killing ten of my brethren.
I hit back killing one hundred of your people.
Enraged, you eliminated one thousand of my countrymen.
Outraged I obliterated a town of yours.
To get even you destroyed a city of mine!
I came back.....!
The same thing is repeated for thousands of years:
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth!
And now here we are, my enemy,
Both with one eye, and both with few teeth left.
Don't you think that the time has come for us
To end this insanity before we end up, both,
Toothless and blind?
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 January 2020
*The escalation of provocations in the Middle East brings humanity
closer to a total war as days pass by!
** "Two things are infinite:
The universe and human stupidity; and I am not sure
about the universe! " Albert Einstein
Tongue in Bloody Cheek
Cheek on tongue he slithers on abundant wilful slime
Checks in with teeth of timeless throaty choking curse
A serpent snail an earth worm fiery dragon in disguise
He cuts the chase incises to the point of razor’s gash
Knows his lingo carves positions through his acid battles
Penetrates fissures of inherent gripping gashing strokes
Battle critique and arguments for combat shed bloody ooze
Serrated edges dribble from articulated uttered discourse
Words can kill as they prepare the ground for deeds and action
Follow seamlessly draped in gusts of gut and gory shrapnel
Prepare the field of poppies sprouting over groans of bones
Make a meal oblige culpability on cumber lands’ sickly sauce
He takes the rough with the smothered smooth and from
the camel’s needled mouth delivers one final twisted slaughter
An eye for an eye tooth for tooth tete-a-tete and tit for tatty tat
He lies in mourning finely tattered slipped from blade’s double ridge
When doctrine implants demise of reason inculcates self-righteous venom
Toxic spittle engulfs gloopy scum as he dies by his very own skewed skewer
20th June 2018
Please do not try to categories me
so as in order I may fit into your own
personal remit
Or what box you want me to be placed
So other's can jump upon the same painted
wagon encircled in the pyrex flame's
These savage's attack with such vitriol
and vigour
As we're they once now wishing to pay
forward for nothing more than to revenge
An eye for an eye natural enforced justice
Do unto others as others would do unto you
No 1 turns a blind eye or looks the other away
Until the day as such comes when
In the land of the blind the 1 eyed
Man is King
And he can get away with anything
Because he alone narrates the narrative
And has everyone's ear lent
BLACK DEFORESTATION
Like innocent trees rooted and growing
In a black social forest, we’re being chopped
down by roving lumberjack officers of the law,
as if we were arboreal-like diseased black growths:-
Ironically, such deforestation, is a view of jurisprudence
Along this forest trail, least traveled by the blind goddess
Of justice, as she forgivingly hugs guilt with minor reprimand:-
While it is true that natural nature has a way of self-redeeming,
Far be it, it seems, for human nature to be of the same purview;
Particularly, when it has been demonstrated that today’s
Social-forest rangers are above and beyond the law.
How long must we allow the black forest of humanity
To be the victim of wildfire bigotry and its blazing bullets?
How long must we allow it to be a burned-out hued field of tears?
Indeed, how long will we just sit like frogs on lily pads of apathy?
Forgiveness is not to forget the offense and take care of the offender;
Rather, it must be about assuring that the offense never occurs again:-
Indeed, an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth, never solved anything;
But there is nothing wrong with soothing a pain, and prohibiting its recurrence:
Let us now be about the cancellation and prevention of Black Deforestation;
There is a time for everything, and it is now the time for us to be doing our thing:-
How can one say I love you when it is not there /
I baptize the sky and say a prayer.
Once I open up my eyes no one is here/
All my life I have been abandoned and now I have no fear.
I am really not feeling this place/
I do not want to crowd your space.
Ideas and thoughts flow insincere in my mind/
While you are out all I do is look up at the time.
To sum it all up on one try/
All you can say is that “are you telling me another lie”.
This time I speak only of the truth/
If not an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
What we had and what was meant to be are great/
We all are humans and that was one of our most crucial mistake.
When I depart this life and you arrive to my awake/
Do not shed a tear and tell my kids they were never a mistake.
You posed the question
So i will answer
What matters most to me
In simple terms is my family
For i fear not for myself
As expendable am i
But those i love
And have come to rely on
Are not
And should anyone or anything
come between us
Be truly sure and understand this
I will not a single of my remaining day's
Inserting pins and reciting curses
On you and your loved one's
Both past and present
An eye for an eye
You take one of mine
I will make it my mission
To haunt you for eternity
26th March 2020
What matters most to me
Chantelle Anne Cooke
Poetry Contest Entry