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TEMPTED TO MADNESS
Running away from insanity.
Going crazy with reality.
The Coronavirus staying around,
unmasked people getting out of hand,
ongoing protests all over
police brutality over and over.
I just want to run
to have my freedom.
Freedom to be care free,
not minding anybody.
Even for a brief moment
of peace and contentment.
All I want to do
to make it through
is to run free and wild
for I’m going out of my mind.
Like a wild flower child
making whoopee in the wild
under the sky full of stars
or in the back seat of a car.
In a pick up short/long bed
or on the bushes shades.
Ah… Bless my soul
trying to stay whole.
In this troubled time
trying to stay calm
by imagining I’m running free
and wild to keep my sanity.
All I want to do
to make it through
is to run free and wild
for I’m going out of my mind.
8/27/20 Tempted To Madness Edward Ibeh
Autumn though of herself as a kind soul,
and she took great pride in her compassion,
she believed things could be made perfect,
and her voting reflected this fashion.
She was to see that the wealth was shared,
and that people were nice in their words,
since so few out there ever recognized
how what they said could offend and disturb.
If folks would only learn some basic tact
then everything would run more smoothly,
and she was so glad to help elect leaders
who would take a strong stand against ‘hate speech.’
One day she saw on social media
a report about a conspiracy man
who liked to breath fire when he spoke his mind,
so the tech giants all had him banned.
But she didn’t think that much about it,
she’d never liked that fellow anyway,
so she shrugged it off as unimportant,
and mindlessly went about her day.
A month later she saw some new footage
of men’s right activists under attack,
for trying to change the family courts
they were set upon by hoodlums in black.
But Autumn did not care much for their cause,
opposing women was beyond the pale,
why listen to fools who had never been told
that the future ‘belonged to females?’
A year after that a church made the news
when it refused to marry two men,
the pastor tried to explain his reasons,
but ‘Anti-fascists’ just threw rocks at him.
Autumn just shook her head at the scene,
had not the pastor heard of the new laws?
Who was he to claim that he knew the truth?
To exclude folks on the word of his ‘God?’
Three months later, in campaign season,
a brash man roused the crowds with his rants,
said all sorts of things she found horrible,
it was really getting out of hand.
And when the networks block out all his ads,
and refused to cover his rallies,
Autumn felt that peace had been restored,
there were ‘standards’ to democracy.
Then a year later a new judge declared
that ‘hateful words’ were not protected,
Autumn was glad, progress would be made!
She eagerly waited for what lay ahead…
Over the next two years many people
ran afoul of this new ‘moral code,’
it started with fines, then came prison time,
hundreds, then thousands, to the jails did go.
Autumn started to feel a bit uneasy
at all the chaos that it had caused,
but every change came with some trial,
and those people had broken the laws...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
The Ouija board was rocking to and fro;
our game was surely getting out of hand.
As letters spelt out DEATH to one and all,
I trembled, scared to walk away and scanned
around, expecting evil forms to pounce,
each shadow seemed to me a lurking threat.
A booming laugh sent shivers down my spine,
I prayed to God, my body wet with sweat.
The moving glass exploded; dripping blood
was oozing from the ceiling, walls and door.
The candles died, we sat in darkness, stunned,
and then I bolted, slipping on the gore.
My butchered friends were found; I told my tale,
but, now, awaiting death, I’m stuck in jail…
for Skat's Eerie contest
This world of atrocious avarice
Marches on in a proud grimace
Corruption and calamity twist and turn in their stomachs, yet peace will conquer nonetheless
Consumption of the blasphemous people shout out their voices of vain pridefulness
Deception deceives the minds of many
Arrogance conceives all kinds of envy
Relentless reign of greed feeds the senseless spoil,
Allowing the poverty-proned needy in terrible turmoil
Some of the wealthy individuals rule over society in unattainable malice unfathomably
It’s horrible that we have a nation that have some leaders that lead in hostility ruthlessly
God will fight for freedom for us, as long as we’ll keep being resilient and brazen throughout our life,
Despite the government’s devastating tribulations; Christ will be giving us life-long joy instead of strife
Redemption comes from the Lord of Accord for each and everyone who believes unconditionally
We all need vigilance and deliverance during these trying times of horrendous sorrows and trials of plenty
This relentless reign of greed has thrived off of our zealous, efficient endurance
By taking advantage of our diligence everyday...cruelty alters into arrogance
It’s an insane world...chaotic and catastrophic in many ways possible
It’s an eccentric place I don’t call my haven...it’s indescribable
But in a detrimentally damaging manner...it’s a danger zone that leaves us feeling insecure and lost in the worthless weeds
It’s a fraudilent frenzy that we have to deal with for a matter of fact...but this relentless reign of greed will soon wither away along with its deeds
Injustice impairs the actions of sophisticated individuals who debate over their wicked plans, getting out of hand...getting out of hand...
Reminiscence of despairs and anxieties plague the minds of many these days
While politicians are feeding us propaganda and shameful sham...when will we make a stand? Will we ever reach out to His right hand?
Deliverance from our Father of truth will set us free from our despondency in many ways
Farewell! Oh my sire
King of once empire
I walked out at doomed in those spooky nights
Just to see you naked and died!
Who are you to killed those men?
Are you out of your mind?
Oh sire! You fought like Trojan war
And looking for Achilles heel in reward!
Who are you sire?
You the mogul of dismay!
See the apocalypses and omen of world
Are you not afraid of judgement decode?
You coward!
You ruined everything over three hundred decades
Spare! Spare forgiveness!
I will hence thee witnesses
Oh sire! What have you done?
Its getting out of hand?
Two tormoils at once!
Ho! You never be gutsy I know you can't
Oh sire it's not yet the end
Go and change!
Give peace among foes of Spartans men
And you still barbaric in the end.
I must write, I need to write.
This is getting out of hand.
My writer's block has got to go.
It's presence has been banned.
Pen to paper ... write one line,
then to the kitchen I head.
Coffee perks, that's what I need.
Hey ! Did I make the bed?
I must write, I need to write.
This book is not complete.
I stare at paper, I stare at wall,
I stare at red polish on feet.
Words have always been my friends.
We've shared a laugh or two.
The page is still a pristine white.
Time to pour myself a brew.
The minutes tick by and still I see
a sheet as white as snow.
I try to grasp an elusive thought
as they quickly dart to and fro.
I must write, I need to write
the scenarios in my head
but now I'm yawning, put pen away
and take myself off to bed
... tomorrow
14/08/2014
"Tell me how you feel,
Cause I wanna know "
It's all we left to say once another one goes
It's sad ?? we taking count once one is gone
And its even harder taking into account when they alive
Cause we've grown so tough we hide our pain in
Only for it to consume us like the darkness it is
And we left with more questions than answers
We've lost too many to it already
But still some more go, deep they sink
And for sure something is wearing them down
But we too busy to see it,
It's like a rolling stone that's too fast to get hold
Like a habit thats now getting out of hand
It's a sad tale we keep telling ourselves
A story that no one wants to read
With communities viewing it differently
With people taking different sides
While all that's happening is we stalling
Not actually dealing with what cripples us
I feel that maybe if things were different
Where we'd share things and get an ear
Where no body laughs when you make a wrong
Where a kid is taught its okay being just the way you are
Instead of comparing kids to what we think is right
Cause some battles are better fought right from the start
Listen more to your kids as they talk
Listen even in the silence of their actions
Create time and just enjoy time together,
Instead of always wanting to know what it's in their life
At times all they need is the warmth and comfort
So that it comes from them to actually share
Let them know it's okay to have moments of weakness
That it's okay not to always have it
And that at times things might go wrong
Show them how to deal even in pain
That there's always a right side that's left
For even storms come to pass and it shines again
The PO£T
Abraham Lincoln saw it happening and tried to stop it…a nation getting out of hand
he knew a house divided against itself would not be strong enough to stand…
Today we are a country divided..no longer are we whole
America…which was once a melting pot…has somehow lost her soul
Our country was founded on the concept of freedom; it is at our core...our very heart.
yet this freedom…to be different…pushes us further and further apart.
Democrats, Republicans, Christians, Protestants, yes to guns, no to guns, Straights and Gays.
Black and White, Rich and Poor--we’ve allowed our differences to lead the way.
This in itself is not a problem, our differences make America a more interesting place
The problem arises when our differences…we fail to embrace.
And when I as an American think living in the land of the brave and the free
means accepting as Americans only those who think and act like me.
I use to feel on the 4th of July…we could put our differences aside
and for one day…one moment…become a country unified.
But I no longer feel that way…for even on the 4th of July we’re not a country unified
we remain a country divided…the gap has grown too wide.
I used to love the 4th of July…as fireworks lit up the sky
when I thought of what this day meant…tears would fill my eyes
During this year’s celebration it was Abraham Lincoln’s words I was recalling
and the tears I wiped were for a house divided…and a country that is falling.
But I cling with hope to other words Mr. Lincoln said
knowing freedom would be filled with lows…and highs
He said:
I am not concerned that you have fallen…
I’m concerned that you arise.
Looking ’round it is sad to say,
we who think that we’re so advanced,
that cults are growing everywhere,
it’s really getting out of hand.
They make people think insane things,
out of touch with reality,
leave them unfit to face the world,
and all of its uncertainties.
It may be that nothing will work
but giving them all a hard jolt,
to break the veil of lies they’ve built,
to free them of these brutal cults.
You see the ones who worship Earth,
claim that the world is gonna end,
that humans are of no great worth,
that fish are just the same as men.
Endlessly say, ‘It’s getting warm,’
and think that it’s all humans fault,
point out the sun, ocean cycles,
ice age mechanics, they just balk,
and demand that we don’t heat our homes,
demand that we travel nowhere,
treat oil like it is Satan,
his carbon going everywhere…
You point to glaciers that still grow,
that carbon levels off quickly,
do they stop and examine it?
No, the shout like its blasphemy.
You note that volcanos dwarf us
in spewing carbon they so fear,
the oceans too release much more,
holes in the theory do appear,
Does this cause them to stop and think
if science is what they value?
No, they just scream out, ‘Denier!’
then go online to cancel you.
Ignore the people that would starve
if oil went away right now,
forget the tech that they all use
would end if plastics weren’t allowed.
It never was science to them,
just a cheap religion-substitute,
find meaning without doing work,
claim you’re moral and appear good.
They’d take us back into the caves,
render our species void and null,
this pseudo-science Earth worship
is just rebranded pagan cults.
CONTINUES IN PART II
Godzilla likes to terrorize
And bring fear in peoples lives
When he took an anger fit
Tokyo destroyed bit by bit
Fiery eyes full of hate
Not one second he would wait
To start tearing down
A big city he has found
And used as a fun game
While hotness and red flame
Rage out of his mouth and nose
Temper rises as he shows
His ability to cause
A lot of suffering and loss
To whoever's in his path
His postalness is growing fast
So run as far as you can
This monsters getting out of hand
And wont stop anytime soon
His enjoyments spreading doom
As he goes on more rampage
Using Tokyo as a stage
To perform a play that will
Go on cause he likes the thrill