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On Consideration of Tyranny
Postulating on the human condition with due irreverence
In incongruous arguments clawing at the conscience
Endless are the vacuous tools used at will
Of words like dirges slipping from the tongue
Tyrants on their serpent’s insidious game
Come with daggers at the throat of justice
Those minds that seek oppression as their friend
Firm ground is mired in cowardice and covers spoils
Slips into history’s decay
Two laws and worlds evolve, two worlds of different colors
One is the hue of wealth
The other, the black of poverty
To fall beneath, drown away in pockets of perverted air
Spoken in craven discourse over the all devouring depravity by such souls
Sponsored by our friends of anarchy
Drawn to that which is the black veil of life
That in that darkened soul to sin, oppressors came to win
Leave the world a better place?
Hell does refuse them at the gate
Is there a darker place to take them?
They serve themselves so cleverly and deadly
Clearly demonic but, rebuffed by Satan on the run
“Get out of Hell!” He yells. “Find another darker home!”
Repugnant In life and death their tyranny swims the sewers to breed
Trolling for more lost souls to conquer
As serpents garner favors from such darkened deeds
Been feeling a bit down lately
Weather's a factor but it's more than that
Seems my upbeat manner is starting to sag
The world's in a mess, a very sad fact
It's not unusual, been like this forever
It's been the human condition since year one
We expect if everyone tries extra hard
We once again will make life fun
A bunch of dreamers, that's what we are
But dreaming sure won't make it so
As hard as we try, it's the human condition
What else can we do, I dunno
Perhaps if we wake up with a smile on our face
And live in our own little world
It surely won't be a revolutionary approach
But will keep life from coming unfurled
Post-coital Tristesse:
Are you feeling violated, like you’ve repeatedly been the victim of some heinous, perverted molestation too gruesome to detail? Does the term gang rape fill you with a new-found sense of disgust? Do you feel as though you’ve been tossed out of Eden, your innocence lost, virtue corrupted, soul shattered? Do you feel empty despite the abundance of consumer goods that fill your shelves, stock your pantries, furnish your chambers, and entertain your senses? If so, there may be hope for you. If not, you’re a sl*t. If you feel like you’ve come away with a bad case of the clap, don’t be surprised. You did it to yourself. Now go home and put on your big boy pants or your big girl panties. There’s work to be done and you’re not helping. Let’s face it, most people are sheep. You can be like that, or you can take responsibility for ennobling the human condition by seeing through the bull! It’s your choice to make. Bon soir, mon ami.
The world is rumbling
our society is crumbling.
The winds are blowing
the Lord’s power is showing.
The fire rages the smoke pollutes
it’s his power without refute.
Tides raise and recede
another day there is still need.
The strength of our human condition
will struggle and grow from this rendition.
We will do more than revive
and even more than survive.
Living to grow strong
learning to right our wrongs.
Not settling for the times of yester year
for this I, must make absolutely clear.
I’ll accept no status quo,
If that’s what you offer, then my answer is no.
In this world of sublime,
that warns of the end of time.
I will fight for the hope of love anew
and struggle for my hearts renew.
This, is the life that I strive for
know this, as I knock at your door.
Ja, I remember the day
That I noticed that fellowship
Respect, and all installed ethics taught to be right was
child's play
And hippacrit sympathizers was definition of
adulthood
This caused in me a great confliction, of blind
contradiction
Of life and its meaning
To sooth the pain of this infliction
I grew from the earth , a seedling
Of divine intention to ease the human condition
My mind eased, eyes red .I am reaping My Reward
but, weaping. No more.
But ill say just This to explain
All these wars and religious mutiny.
Non stop preaching and barely reaching those in pain.
Before we use these words that hurt in wound, cause
death, embarrassment and shame.
Realize your to vein to be godly
Say and speak with this In mind
If you're religious and Jesus was here
To bring all 'All' us together, you shouldn't be
surprised, when he looks over the masses And with a
blank stare.
Speaks nothing just walks away In tears
In your heart and all you know real you Can't say you
wouldn't know why.
But cower do we still. Church is political, but
righteousness Is not we are all accountable
All that's left is to decide as one human race. How we
choose to live till its time to die.
When I was young and life was new
A wonderful new life was ahead
A life filled with exciting new adventures
Thrilling new experiences lay just ahead
On a dayly basis I was in awe
At what this old world had in store
I still have this wonder
Although a little less enthralled with life
When learning of the negative side
Of the human condition
I still possess that early enthusiasm
But a little less enthusiastic
When learning how there's a positive
AND a negative side to the human condition
That have evil and negative opinions
For personal gain and wealth
Oh well c'est la vie we are all unique
With different attitudes and goals
Live and let live I say
I shore up my doubt, behind a loosely bound hope
Which in turn is propped up without foundation
Cynical of a life, at the mercy of luck
Collateral damage feeds my reservation
I shore up my tomorrow with what I see today
Without conspiracy or investigation
I place trust in all that’s completely unfettered
For fear, I’m left to this present resignation
I shore up my life with whatever came before
Not hindsight or academic education
The oblivion traversed until I was born
Strings along primal echoes of information
I shore up my conscious with bliss and ignorance
Interspersed with indifference on occasion
It’s not I don’t care about suffering and death
Rather, I’m desensitised by their pervasion
I shore up my denial with an open mind
Which is nothing except raw interpretation
This planet spins correctly, even though tilted
Not by wishful thinking, but strange gravitation
I shore up my boredom, trying to fall asleep
When really tired, will attempt hibernation
Anything to forget this human condition
After remembering, I’m long past salvation
I shore up my heaven, by creating a hell
Balance looks more appealing, in an equation
Gaze upon purgatory, and share what I see
Not because I’m kind, it’s more my destination
I shore up this poem by claiming it’s my own
But in truth, it’s an open collaboration
I conspire with the musings of all that’s unclear
They dwell inside me, in flawless aberration
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(And as the sky darkened I heard these words)
better to face hell alone ~ than bring the whole world along for the ride
said the moon eclipsing the sun ~ who replied son I’m right behind you
THE HUMAN CONDITION
DAY AFTER DAY MY MORTALITY COMES TO HAUNT ME
MY SPIRIT FADES WHEN I LOOK
BUT CANNOT SEE REFLECTION
A TRIGGER PULL AWAY FROM AN UNFINISHED EPITAPH
I’LL RIDE THE LIGHT
UNTIL IT SHINES NO MORE
I CURSE THE WAR THAT IS WAGED EVERYDAY
WITHIN ME
UNSEEN FORCES PUSHING AND PULLING
AS IF TO TEST MY WILL
I FIGHT MY DESIRE TO SHED MY DEMONS
BECAUSE OF THE PAIN
FEELINGS I KNOW I CAN INFLICT AND I KNOW
MAY NEVER FADE
WE CARRY THE WEIGHT OF EACH OF OUR WORLDS
IT’S THE HUMAN CONDITION
BARING THE BURDEN OF MY TORTURED SOUL
AS ONE FINAL ACT OF CONTRITION
MY HUMAN CONDITION
Humanity's ebb tide flows from dark shores
Leaving the innocent with life's regret
Surrenders morality for greed's wars
Unleashing turmoil that none can forget
Whose righteousness follows the chosen course?
Those who battle hard with their passion's stole
Who leave the weeping lay, with no recourse
Left wounded in battle, an empty soul
Deep in their darkness, find a pit
A hell created by their heart alone
Wallowing in denial, flames commit
Then perish through ages like ashen bone
This hunger for death that you can't rescind
Humanity's last breath, gone with the wind
5/21/14
My most original poem is about the human condition
i am an egregious creature
my hands carry the weight of my mothers grief
my legs tied down by the burden of my father's sins
my eyes hold unspoken truths
that even the heavenly father would not breach
i am the consequence of generations
bonded not of love
but of something worse
the human condition
or is it the beauty of living so freely in darkness?
this has created me
me a person
where hands have freely touched
eyes shamelessly roamed
searching for a redemption i cannot offer
a hope i cannot promise
i hold love of a thousand stars
exploding in the night sky
my mouth bears the scars of words unsaid
lies freely told
i love she who created me
just as much as i cannot bear the man who made me
my head cradles the truth of a child
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