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Boy, you Folks sure have a lot of Nerve!
You empty your Corporate Colostomy Bags,
On the same Workers that filled up your Greedy Guts,
Then pay them off with their own Bloody Rags!
Have you no Shame? You Clowns! Have you no Soul?
Your Mantra seems to be a bit One-Sided,
More Money! More Money! More Money Boys!
You hoard the Cheese and keep the Mice divided!
Those Long Corporate Strings are strong and stretch for Miles,
You Dangle your Puppets and Dance them till Dawn.
"But, how dare "They" ask "Us" for Concessions,"
"Gee, can't they see that their Labor Leash is On?"
From their Lofty Loft, they "Blow" that Big Bullhorn,
Jump! Jump when we say "Jump" all you little "Slaves!"
"Breaks? Benefits? Bonuses? Insurance? Pensions?"
"Your list of Rights are "Moot" unto your Graves!"
"So, Adapt to your Strings that Feather no Wings,"
"Shove your Grievances up your Bowel Syndrome Rears!"
"You Demand our "Trust?" Then "We'll" give it to "You,"
"We'll pay you off with "Dust" for all your Faithful Years!"
during the quiet calm
of serene panting
beneath saint Cecilia's tomb
i'd began to wander
about stone structures
captured in sorted monuments
one would nestle so tranquil
throughout sudden raptures
gathered about Di Vatican's scrolls
tainted with forgotten truths
of mortified mystery
and gentle grievances
reaping beholding the just
of twilight laughter
a broken chalice
opening a wooden door
of surviving Florence
in nineteen forty three
karma arises behind
uncovered ashes
hindering the brutal
mindful beings clinging
to forgiveness needing naught
for chastising the greedy
accordingly upright
and slow to righteousness
a graveness thought of
only above hamburgs promise
feeding a whisper as we weep so
for the souls of the silent beings
the good the bad and the fellowers
T-the man that stands
H-high so tall with
E-every of his words and actions
G-good and right for humanity
O-only on the truth he
O-only relies to love
D-doe so good but dies young
T-the man so greedy and so
H-highly corrupt with
E-endless lies and
B-bad influence to no good
A-acts to humanity
D-doe evil but yet the world adore
Him
T-the people are so
H-highly in needs
E-endless we desire
F-for our urges are
E-endlessly and is obvious
L-less patience and
L-less honesty we
O-over accept like
W-we forbid nature and now
E-everything we need we
R-rely on the bad
S-so sad we just follow them
who was the witness
another revolution is on again
let's go out there to fight for
our right
lets go out there to catch out
freedom
we can't just sit and speak
in close doors any more
is time to catch a chance
of change
so buckle up your shoes
another revolution is on now
who was the witness
another revolution is on again
we need to stand against
intimidation again
is a new day
we oath to be free
we need our redemption
our life was a lie
our land is in a state of
calamity by this greedy cabals
they have brain washed us
a lot
they have killed ours hero
a lot of time
they have brutalised us
for too long
so now buckle up your shoes
another revolution is out there
who was the witness
a new revolution is born again
in west Africa
another chants for freedom
is on in the east side of Nigeria
indigenous people of Biafra
is at it now
demanding their indigenous right
as a free nation
we need to be free
is now on every lips
of the people of Biafra's
who was a witness of
brutality opression depression
and devaluation
a new revolution is on the
street
we need to be free
we need our right
we are the witness of
injustices and poverty
we are the real evidence
of the scares of wars
no need to ask
yes no need to ask
who was the witness
Holy Love At Stake
Quiescent prayer reached the flames in half hearted conviction when
flamboyant immolation reached ‘Gundred’ at the stake of retribution
Should she have been quartered tarred and feathered first to keep the
luscious cleansing fire engulfing her up from ankles to impious mind
was the arcane message to ambivalent for the crowd to understand
Or had she been the one who lead a righteous life ahead of her times
precocious in enlightenment a revolutionary Queen of selfless justice
‘Aelfraed’ thought in bittersweet confusion that the wicked witch had
little chance to float on water or on the ashes to prove guilt or innocence
when tactile palpitations joined him and her across their heart’s desire
They had been lovers for five years of quintessence in pride and greedy
lust shared bed and table where she had mixed her potions for seduction
How he now wished in gluttony and envy that it was him to be eaten
by the conflagration with the raging congregation hurling abuse and
bits of misdirected conscience at the puppet of humbug and hypocrisy
Was it human fallow weakness that made his prayers succumb to doubts
or was it God incinerating his blasphemous Goddess for there was nothing
No relief for ‘Gundred’ with ‘Aelfread’ the forlorn intercessor beseeching
in too moderate modest helplessness standing by his passion numbed he
wondered if he adjured too feebly or why else the Messiah did not heed his call
12th November 2016
Balanced through life's cup
our climate changes as war grips many poor souls
Caught victims in a maze poisoned by this pollution
Trillions dropped in bombs of grave suffering and devastation
the silent screams for justice that's never heard
Media no longer covers true facts bare to the bone
Holocaust where arms are supplied by powers at large
testimony witnesses living skeletons displayed
That would break your heart seeing such unbearable agony
Driven from their home lands by greedy tyrants
the greatest polluters of this world
Warmongers destroying cities and valuable relics
Amounts to the army of darkness never once showing
the olive branch of peace destroying seems to be all they live by
a sad story that is told over and over again
In one quick flash, while humankind rests
poisoned rain devours, seething like burnt fume...
that all the world like raged Babylon screams
when Fourth Horseman, on a knifed eve, descends
shrouded by darkness, rider now earthbound
collapsing stars and trees on ghastly stead,
lungs haemorrhage in terror of night’s tide
found in Revelations once prophesized...
hoofs trample burnt flesh , spiked by death’s revenge
a time destined...a quest for greedy blood
that in roar of voices, church bells freeze tolls.
Divine One looks at His creatures, pleas from souls;
Mad horseman gallops away as Light spins
unto earth, promise of fresh beginnings.
Apocalypse Rising Contest of Poetess Darkly
It’s difficult
To contemplate
My F8
A sad ending to relate
A psychological way
To masturbate
As I progress
Thru my allotted years
I face and analyze
My internal fears
And shed somewhat regretful tears
Of not doing that or this
Reminiscing
Of what did I miss
As I hurtle towards
Death’s kiss
I realize
I don’t wish to leave
I want to stay
And not have to grieve
Life is a gift
You want to continue to receive
I wish to extend my subscription
And reaffirm my conviction
That living
Is the ultimate addiction
I admit to being greedy
And spiritually needy
And I’m not done
With questions or fun
Or being lazy soaking up the sun
I want more time
To write and rhyme
I need more days
To enjoy the sublime
I’ve spent to much chasing green paper
Wasting my time on a financial caper
Collecting crap that will outlive me
Only to be given to the next attendee
So, they may add to the pile of waste
Filling an emotionally empty space
It’s such a disgusting race
This is the F8 we face
The never-ending material chase
That simply has no place
Fleecing my time
Demanding I grind
To serve the unkind
I will make you a deal
I refuse to squeal
Bow or kneel
Or waste myself
As your personal toy on a shelf
I will be me
Come and see
Genuine and free
Not a care in the world
To which I was hurled
I will enjoy
The chains I destroy
As I disregard your ploy
To keep me locked in a cage
While you revel in my rage
To keep me from turning the page
To write a new section
Called my personal resurrection
This is my F8
Freedom’s reflection
Look into your own mirror
And own your fear
You having nothing to lose my dear
Eric (and sometimes not)
Balanced systems normally calibrate
through double-negative dipolar feedback loops,
in which a change in one cause
incites an oppositional change in another effect,
so they balance each other out over reiterative adjusting time.
Hungry systems eat.
Devouring systems become satiated systems, potentially,
or at least less hungry systems.
Time-to-stop feedback,
time-to-start feedback,
are two nondual dipolar faces of reciprocity,
a hypostatic union of internal causal subsystem
and responsively effected/affected/effective environmental subsystem
co-creating mutual sustainability climates
and landscapes,
mutually echoing
dipolar co-arising
ecosystems,
discerning reiterative delineations
between 0-sum optimizing WinWin outcomes
and 0-sum suboptimizing WinLose competitions,
heading toward runaway LoseLose.
Double negative feedback loops
are also positive/negative mutual sufficiency feedback loops
accessible to double-bound listeners,
also responsive co-empathic,
polypathic loops feeding and starving back
to strengthen WinWin self-as-part-of-other ecosystemic disciplines,
building resistance to runaway viruses
taking too monoculturally much
through WinLose competitively suboptimizing acclimations
not yet fully resolved WinWin potentiated.
Ego survivalist rampage
is the monolithic megalopolis monster
recreated in reverse of creation stories,
in which antiheroes encourage us to recoil
from greedy hoarding feedback loops within.
Like looking in the mirror
expecting to find a positive healthy democrat,
and finding a too-fat plutocrat
still hungry for yet more
instead.
Land of the Lost
Time in time out
What's it all about
Got no freedom
Drunk on rum
Russian roulette full of fun
Empty barrel, trigger gun
Bust a cop
Prison mob
Modern warfare
Lord's prayer
Life's a steal
Keep it real
Living will
patients bill
File for divorce
Marriage course
False image
True discourage
Hating phase
Finger peace trace
Murder case
Birthplace
Where's my justice
Religion practice
Body full of lies
the truth dies
Overdrive
Sex thrive
Driver licenses
Fatal expense
Public enemy
Hermit disease
Auspice unity
Combined greedy
Foot prints
Heart dent
Failure to communicate
Achieve to hallucinate
Judged by hypocrite
3 seconds, 3000 kilobits
Every minute matters
For jugglers and gamblers
Every life has a cost
Land of the lost
By: P.D...