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Well organized organisms are wary of defense
these shields defy all odds to justify the integrity of our borders
the enemy’s need to conquer and the drive to dominate
is stopped b’cos with the men in uniform, great cities are fortified.
Sworn to be dedicated back room boys
their sacrifices have made livelihood well simplified,
every soldier’s fall magnifies our strength and existence
each and every salute dignifies the country’s reputation.
The quest to penetrate border and envelope lands are questioned
b’cos with the last drop of blood, they’ll nullify all antigens
placed as utmost priority, even the ants can comprehend
nothing can therefore falsify the commitment of these men.
A nation’s defense scales its survival
every victory intensifies each citizen’s patriotic passion
a country’s posterity lies on each sweat-soaked uniform,
their mortality is crucified, while someone else-glorified.
The oneness of the country can testify
with every of its citizens fully satisfied.
Diplomacy has kept the battle field’s frequency modified
but history of victories already beautifies our coat of arm
With the structure of nationhood so diversified,
the zenith of their zeal has kept us unified
the globe has been notified of such a powerful drive,
keeping our enemies and rivals completely horrified.
a trijan refrain
Demagogues fighting in a war
spar to find the liars.
Though it generates some rapport,
toleration backfires.
Demagogues lose in false debate.
Speak up, strive to keep the facts straight,
demagogues, fight!
Demagogues' fight
hopefully ends in Truth’s checkmate.
Demagogues fighting for their lives
honesty clears their names.
Distorted data only drives
to falsify their claims.
Truth’s checkmate dies in deep despair
till forthright courage dares to care
truth’s checkmate wins.
Truth’s checkmate wins
the victory is answered pray’r.
Demagogues fighting could conclude
words divide wrong from right.
Grace and mercy grant latitude
if truth has won the fight.
Unanswered prayers we abhor;
integrity accounts for more
answered prayers.
Answered prayers
finds demagogues winning word wars.
February 25, 2020
a demagogue might be a person running for office
or a ruler already in power
They say they know the point of life,
That it’s different from just love,
They say they’re only fishers of men,
That they’re de Principa and gov.
Their fish symbol annoyed me so,
In the back seat of the car,
When I was young and really keen,
On self-achievement and going far.
There it goes, and there it was again,
I spotted a fish symbol so often,
On the rear window of the car in front,
But eventually ignored them and didn’t soften.
I didn’t need their tract, still don’t,
Because they have no line of argument,
No pleasant garden or solid ground,
To falsify the gloom which can foment.
The many to them are lost and futile,
In an ocean of sinking dissenters,
But science and medicine are the many’s saviours,
And different technologies are their identifiers.
Coal black eyes glinted
Rage surfacing
Seething, furious
He was like a hard stone
Without sympathy
Or empathy
His lack of compassion
Sent me reeling from him
Fire boiled in his touch
Clutching me roughly
Large hands tangled in tresses
Pulling away wisps, curls
Dark as the night
Fright colored me steely gray
Ashen from the dread
Of this man who I loved
Now on the floor
His boots kicking my limbs
My legs and my torso
As I tried to pretend I was no more
Hope struggled up in my throat
Promising he would stop
If only I could fake death
Falsify my demise
Finally, the ultimate shock
His lips puckered up
But this was no kiss for me
This was spittle all over my face
Bearing the resemblance of shame
That claimed my racing heart
At last the degradation was finished
I was mortified in my finish
Leaving me there on the floor
Aware that I had been chastened
For the love I felt
When I first met this man
With his chocolate eyes and dark skin
Inherited from his Apache ancestry
Now I knew that his eyes
Could reveal his dark soul, his cold heart
Yet, he could be so loving
Like a light in the darkness
Where he sometimes appeared from
And I could be so forgiving
Until the realization set in for me
Fear was stronger than my hope
Soon I would be giving up
As the filth and disgrace wore away my caring
Any and all Men,
if you are within sight of this poem
or the sound of my voice.
When you get home tonight, please be polite.
It is not my intention to start a fight.
But ask your lover based on your sexual
performance to date.
what grade from an A to F do you rate?
Making the grade
For some men, getting laid is already hard.
But what if ladies, men had to show a report card.
Let’s say the Law requires any man you meet,
for the first time.
Married or single, deaf dumb and blind.
Must show you his report card.
How many would have an A.
How many would you send away.
Most men if you ask them think they’re at least a B.
So, to me it is plain to see,
from cheerleader to truck driver most if not all women,
are always an A+
Not just their cup sizes or plus sizes.
Not talking about Big Beautiful women,
the one's with more cushion for the pushing. (I like them too.)
Not talking about the tall and sexy
Amazon's with more butt than Breast.
(The one's you like to watch undress)
I'm talking about women who make love.
Women who can perform above and beyond the norm.
Women you want to be stuck with in a snow storm.
Like they graduated from the Sex education academy.
But no! This is... about men, men with a in God we trust A+
A man's ability to keep a woman happy
will reflect on his report card.
It can't be that hard, but in case it is.
It would be against the law for men to trade,
fake or falsify their report cards.
This is breaking the golden rule.
If caught he will be sent back to
Sex Education school.
1. Every space is filled
this is definitely a love match
cultivating a field of many Asters
smoothening life to a mind boggling degree
the definition of this bliss
is an outcast to the perception of many witnesses
shining our star up so high
for single princesses royal
to marvel and fantasize.
Chorus
She loves me…….
I love her…….
All that matters…….
In our world is our love…….
2. We’ve given divorce a show down
and hand cuffed division before it stabs
too close for air to invade
filled into each other to falsify vacuum
nature will melt for our hearts to unhinge.
we are so equal in need of no mental diplomat
b’cos right from the beginning,
taste of any bitter pill has been reprieved.
Chorus
She loves me…….
I love her…….
All that matters…….
In our world is our love…….
3. Two pouring wines in one glass cup
is an embodiment of incomprehensible unity
with street lights of testament
even if from a third class.
There are moments when filth
and quest to temporarily act feather brained
are too spicy
but we’ve come this far with
the belisha beacon placed in these traffics
of rushing danger.
Chorus
She loves me…….
I love her…….
All that matters…….
In our world is our love…….
4. Uneasy and completely mixed
is this journey
each climb wakes us more.
I had to scour my pride
she in turn rasterized her emotions
for a legendary recreation
of a surviving sweetness so soft to touch
like the Nubuck
unbeknownst to life, It’s been creamed
back and front to be self unrecognizing
from its own mirror.
Chorus
She loves me…….
I love her…….
All that matters…….
In our world is our love…….
I had to be a people pleaser cus nothing pleased my mum
I never got approval she made me feel so numb
So I needed TLC and to hear the words “well done”
It made me easy peasy I was treated like I'm dumb
You’re telling me it’s my fault for being how she taught
as long as I fall short I need the drugs to mask results
She believed the bloody worst in me now I believe it too
And since I’m so very useless what on Earth am I to do
the friends I found were ego feeders
selfish through and through
and being just a nobody
was all I ever knew
So when chances came
they kicked me down
And just like Sue
they'd go to town
too selfish to be satisfied
my helplessness
their honoured pride
They are all just little nobodies with image to protect
The sort to take a people pleaser leave him as a wreck
they are overcompensating for the things they have not got
The girls don’t ever look at them the girls don’t think their hot
They think they’ve lost a friend and that they did no wrong
They say it’s all my fault as they have said all along
Praise them their so perfect and let’s sing a classy song,
let’s sing a classy song, how the brilliant live on
Fakers make denial with their superficial traits
They do everything perfectly and always blame their mates
Heavyweights with tongues talking narcissistic dumb
They can alter falsify and rise as champions
Talk until they visualise
fulfilment for their missing lives
where self reflection terrifies
posing perfectly a prize
And I am beaten battered broken
cut open I am potent
the nucleus is choking devoted
number one opponent
If you were a friend of mine
down until the end of time
And I left you a friend behind
do you think there's no reason why?
Deny the facts and make up lies
Believing in your alibi’s
Never been accountable
Have you worked it out yet fool
Who knows when the boys grow to men
talking grown up but act like children
I don’t feel for them, as they still depend
words are worthless when the talk’s pretend
Fallen from grace,
no longer do I sit high upon the pedestal that you had once put me
No longer am I seen as idol or mentor
Nor wanted as provider or protector
But now looked upon as an outcast and banished from your heart.
Betrayed by the one who now blinds you
With a veil of lies and deceit that weighs on your young fragile heart
With heavy words of animosity and abhorrence
You have been trapped in a malevolent web of hatred and retribution
Used as an unwitting pawn in a game of emotional chess.
Your words of respect and adoration
Have been replaced by venomous accusations of brutality and oppression
Taught to you by the on who now holds the chains that bind your heart.
But I will not be vanquished or deterred
By these attempts to falsify or dilute my love for you
I will be strong in my resolve and true to myself
I will not let these misguided asseveration's destroy my confidence
In knowing that my spirit is pure and that one day
You will be able to break free from your restraints
And uncover your eyes so you can distinguish the truth from the lies.
To understand the choices that need to be made in life
Through your own mistakes and life experiences
Until that day comes I shall be waiting,
Ready to stand next to you as opposed to being on that pedestal
And walk down a new road with you as your friend and equal.
All I am saying is you have to try
Not only will it help you get by
But truly indeed it will help you fly
Under a new earthly universal sky
You are the whole piece of the pie
Now, know when to go apply
This mathematical equation pi
Otherwise your brain will fry
Or it will just sit still here on standby
I am not trying to be this wise guy
Nor I am attempting to shanghai
I am just wanting to dignify
And I am wanting to beautify
They are the ones who falsify
The meaning of your third eye
Because they want to pacify
It’s your mind they want to occupy
With fear they try to petrify
So, I am here to declassify
And of course to testify
It’s you I want to exemplify
Yea, so I got the red eye
Though not like my mind’s eye
Which has definitely hit the bull’s eye
So you come and give it a vie
I bet you will scream banzai
Rodin’s thinker felt deeply misrepresented in his pose
he had been simply doing his business in privacy but
paparazzis had caught him seemingly sitting on a rock
nothing on his mind but having a pee after a night out
too much beer with his mates in the pub and all that
was on his mind was whether there were painkillers
in the vanity unit to soothe his nauseating hangover
twitter went mad and the tabloids fronted his image
raised him onto the dubious pedestal of iconic status
attested him with clarity of thought and contemplation
he had only been looking at the bathroom mirror and
counting tiles and toothpaste stains in the marble sink
did not mind so much that he was nude in portraits
they painted because the truth must be stark naked
and he was not one to falsify events and their cause
but taking his ablutions out of context made him
feel shame rather than reason for he was abused
in nature’s call and his wife might object but he would
never again sit down on the loo when having a tinkle
10th March 2021