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Pierrot Lives In Sorrow

The people surrounding me keep asking “why are you going back and forth uneasily on the empty stage shedding crocodile tears, and telling the stories of negative effects on others, though you are not of a man of faculty who is even able to produce a theory comparable to 'Blind Will of Universe', one of worst hypothesizes a man can think of.

It’s because though, 
when a worldly-minded snob shouts from a podium
“you should have a positive attitude,” while displaying 
his resume proudly with the title that is little-to-do with his personality,
his limited academic background that barely conceals the lack of intelligence, and insignificant accomplishment with somewhat concocted experience hiding his real being and thought, he receives respect from the audience who fascinated by every movement the snob makes in the form of applaud with standing ovation, I was always treated badly from audience, fed only by unwelcome astringent fruits of rejection and drink bitter tasting water sprang from unwanted rotten roots to quench my desire…

And that’s why the course of my reasoning became negative, 
and, as a natural consequence, no matter how often you may say 
to the audience “you ought to be a person of positive attitude,” 
since there are more negative aspects surrounding us than 
the positive elements, and that’s why I was accepted by 
others negatively. More importantly, I was treated negatively 
from others simply because reality goes before me. 

Although positive thinkers boast themselves as if their thoughts are
sound and healthy, by saying that the water in a cup is half full;
negative thinkers sigh with a defected air and say that a cup is 
half empty. However, it doesn’t make any difference how you think, 
men’s thoughts cannot surpass the physical phenomena
and, therefore, a half is a half, no more nor less than a half.  
In the boundary and limit is as such, whether you like it or not,
men have to go on the path of their own destiny.

Then, why does everyone has to have a positive attitude? I suppose, 
that is, not more than a writhe of the men who won’t admit reality 
in desperate agony. That’s the self-gratification of men 
who are not able to face the facts as they are.

[The irony is, nonetheless, man is able to bear and raise a baby 
by an act of self-gratification. It’s amazing, the world is a place 
full of wonders.]
© Su Ben  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative


For My Sister

I saw you leave for a trip of discovery 
I saw your face alight with such enthusiasm and delight.
You set off, to explore the world around you
***
While you were gone, I witnessed the utmost betrayal to you
From the man, whom in a few short months, were going to exchange vows of forever love
I watched in horror as the events laid out
Dark and cold swirled around Me, clouding my judgment, making me crave the kill
***
You came back from the trip, so happy. I felt sick knowing I was about to destroy you
I opened my arms to embrace the cold and darkness, to over come me so I can go for the kill
I sat you down
I showed you the proof
Those minutes seemed like an eternity 
I saw when your world turned upside down, inside out
I saw your heart and soul shatter in your eyes 
It was then that the darkness left, and I cried with you, for it’s a pain I know all to well
Though amped for it is you that is going though this
A pain I would take forever just so you do not know it’s lingering existence 
***
Your screams and cries howled from your oozing wounds, shaking to the core 
You ran and enclosed your self in what use to be your sanctuary, but now nothing but ruins of lies
I sat on the opposite end, listening to those howls and fade away to them
***
After part of the storm of your chaos let up, 
I went and saw you. I went and said my final piece:
“It will hurt, it will hurt so bad and you’re life will never be the same. You’ll never be able to trust so carefree, you’ll second guess everything but most importantly yourself. Those wounds will scar and be a forever reminder on your frail heart. Those wounds though, will be gorgeous and you should bare them. They are your battle marks, they will make you stronger in time. My precious darling, my adoring sister, please don’t let him put a veil over your eyes, don’t let him mask the beauty of life. Don’t let him cover your flame of passion. He is nothing more than a speck of dust flowing in the wind, do not make that dust ground you, center you. You will heal, you will conquer and destroy, and you will rise to be almighty and glorious once more, for this will pass. When you don’t feel that you can  stand on your own, I’ll be there for you to lean, I will help carry you on. I’ll forever be there to help you fight if you so wish. I love you”
I left this for you my sister, my most precious friend
Form:

A Lover's Letter - Part 3 of 4

- continued from Part 2

I Am Making More Profits
Than An Open Window Can Scope!
But More Importantly
Than Any Viable Earnings Can Invoke …
Lovely … I Am Sending Valuable-Love
… Inside This Envelope

(Isa. 54: 11, 12)
Yes, Lovely … You Are My Amethysts & Rubies
and Sapphires and Silver and Gold
and I Am The Richest Person Alive!
… If The Truth Be Told …

I Want You Ecstatically Happy
Now Surely, You Must Know
I Just Want To See Your Own
Luminous, Starry Eyes Aglow

… and Pour Drops of Soothing Oil
and Lavish-Anoint You – Head To Toe
and Smell Your Sweet, Pure Perfume
Wafting Like Incense To My Nose …

And Hold You In My Arms
and Never Let You Go
My Lovely One, I’ll Be With You Soon
Because I Love You So …

My Lovely One, You Know Me
To Be A Lover of Honor, Most Honest
The Length Between Us Is Loyal
and Getting Closer By The Moments

And You Have Your One-True-Lover’s
Word of Oath – On This (like Sacred-Sonnets)
And I Will Come For You, My Lovely One
 …  I Promise …

But The War Rages On
and Will Wage Worse Before Its Gone
But These Things I Have Told You
So You Have Always Known …

About Harsh Ways of The World
So Go Past Them, You Must Stay Strong
and True To Me ‘Til I Come
and Make Us A Brand New Home
(For To Me, Again – You’ll Belong
… Before Ere’ Too Long …
(Rev. 21: 3, 4)

But I Must Finish My Duty
and Complete My Timeline-Task
The Importance and Responsibility
For This Job Is Very Vast!

It’s For Our Future & To Make Sure
That We Will Always Last
and That No One Else Dare Repeat
Poisoned Mistakes From Prideful-Pasts

And After This … We’ll Never Again
Ungroup or Unclasp!
But Your Understanding & Agreement
Is Needed Now … That’s What I Ask …

Oh, Let My Words Kindle
Your Starry Eyes Like Flames!
Let The Fire of My Ardor
& Pure Force, Course Thru Your Veins!
(The Song of Solomon 8: 6, 7)

And Let This Letter Draw You To Me
With Unbreakable Mettle Chains!
and If You Must Whisper and Weep
Just Softly Echo My Name …
(Remember, You Agreed To Wear My Name)
(Isa. 43: 7, 10, 11 /  Acts 11: 26  /  Rom. 10: 13)

Let This Letter Be My Lips
Speaking Forth Innocence
Let This Letter Be My Lips
and Each Word A Knowing Kiss

Let This Letter Be My Voice
Telling You How You’re Loved & Missed
For Soon, We Will Be Together
As If In Celestial Bliss

I Send This Letter So It Could
Act As Your Revival
I Sent This Letter So You Could
Know I Am Reliable

(Part 3 of 4)
Form: Narrative

Hey You

Hey you,
I know what you are going through
Trying to stand tall and strong
While a deep rooted pain arising from within
Is eating you from the inside	
You don’t know what is causing it
You don’t know how long it will hurt
But through all the pain and hopelessness
You still smile

Hey you,
I see the tear stains on your cheeks even after you brush them away
I wish you wore them with pride
Like battle scars or war paint
For every moment when you don’t give in to those thoughts running in your head
You become a warrior

Hey you,
I know self-worth is a foreign concept for you
You think you are not good enough for them
For her
For your dreams
Or for life itself
But you are wrong
They are waiting with open arms
She is waiting with an open heart
Life is waiting with all the opportunities you desire
Let them in
For if they thought they didn’t deserve you
They wouldn’t be waiting
For the moment when you are ready 

Hey you,
I know those days of hopelessness
When the pain becomes too much
When you feel like running away
From everyone and everything
When you feel like running away
From yourself
Just remember
No matter what
Come back home

Hey you,
I know those times
When you think too much
Worry too much
And don’t want to fight anymore
During those times, just remember
It will be fine
How do I know?
Because I have been through it too
Carrying the burden of the world’s opinions
On my shoulders
I lived every moment in anxiety
Had trouble sleeping through the night
Even though my nightmares felt more comforting than reality
I felt alone and defeated too
I had been broken
But then I learnt
To sing a little louder
To dance a little crazily
To let go of the burden of other’s opinions
And most importantly
To laugh a little more freely

I have learnt
That I don’t always have to be the best
Just the best version of me
That I don’t always have to be strong
That I shouldn’t be scared to cry
And wear my scars with pride
As they have made me stronger

So here I stand
Waiting for you with an open heart
So let me share your burden and lighten your shoulders
Let me give you a light if it feels to dark and cold
Let me make you a warm cup of tea for I know you are tired
 I just want you to know
You will be ok
So hang in there
And enjoy this moment
Spring is right around the corner

And Ignoble Prize Trumpeting Hubris Awarded To

And ignoble prize trumpeting hubris awarded to...

Bourgeoisie donning ersatz
overstuffed ego freezer bewigged pate
"FAKE" grotesque humanitarian
bribed corrupt judges will vindicate
jimmied cracked corn
land of "milk and honey"

red hot button he spoils to activate
countdown to Armageddon
leaving nation prostrate,
all the more reason to axe electoral college,
now holds electorate
hostage to bully tactics grate

for dead souls – zombie thriller, viz
Putin on the ritz,
whereby Pavlov's dog will salivate
on cue and pony show will titillate,
and worse case scenario, a far more terrible fate
than death by a thousand cuts

equals his refusal not to abdicate
presidency, should voters
get smart to administrate
White House with progressive commander
in chief he/she will adjudicate
decency, honesty, integrity... and acclimate

government toward amity, comity, equality...
oh,... and most importantly advocate
salutary measures affecting biosphere,
where industrialization didst devastate
contaminate by bajillion beings birthrate,
every square inch of Earth

*****sapiens succeeded to abominate...,
prima facie global warming doth correlate,
hence primary requisite mandate
to reorient modus operandi no time to wait,
where carbon footprint negligible
still preserving technological paradigm

fixing low cussed electricity to generate
courtesy renewable resources
else man/womankind will become footnote
atrophied trappings agglomerate
twenty first century civilization
damned, inundated, ossified bridgegate

checkmated, choked, chucked... wag gone wheels
das spare - tread fully tires fuming primate
jammed fruits of loins going bananas
infuriating, exhausting accelerating
no exit (sorry Sartre) to circumnavigate
hardy lee any recourse to extricate

oneself from madding crowd
self resignation minimally doth alleviate,
whereby impatient broods frustrate
inaccessible jackknifed mobility,
thence spark ignites spontaneous eruption
impossible mission to plug
crowdsource mob frenzy translate

pent up fury once loosed doth degenerate
into atavistic pandemonium cutthroat rage
snarling human logjam foaming at mouth
poised to strike ready to decapitate
any remaining shred of salvation barren feeble
slow vac hoovering, milking, and sucking
every last vestige of bondage peoples extirpate.


Love

I`ll never understand why people throw love around like its nothin'
I've watched the poorest person turn it into somethin' .
What once was ugly and bitter was now full of soul,
She filled the void till it was completely full.
Nothing prevented her from standing her ground,
In all her love is where she was profound.
Anything that tore her down only built her back up,
She knew the true meaning of true love.
Anyone who doubted her was always ignored,
She knew thats what the past was for.
The only time she looked down was when she prayed,
Prayed for this true love never to fade.
The only time she cried was when they were tears of joy,
Knowing the happiness has villed her void.
This love made her proud, it made her strong,
It did everything for her to move along.
People were intimidated by such strong emotion,
They did everything they could to stop her from motion.
She never looked back, only to say goodbye,
They not only waved but they surely asked why.
Her simple reply was because its only her love that matters,
Theres beauty in her even though shes shattered.
The people were amazed so they opened their hearts,
Welcomed their loved ones with wide open arms.
They spread the joy like uncontrollable wildfire,
Now it is only love in which everyone will desire. 

If only life could actually be like this today,
There'd be no greed, there would be no hate.
Nobody would have to suffer anymore,
Everyone gets a house with a beautiful door.
No more starving children dying,
No more will our mothers be crying.
Money wouldnt matter because everyone lives equally,
No more media telling us whats beautiful and whats ugly.
The world would be one big family like the creator intended,
Our sins could be forgiven because our enemies we befriended.
But if we learned to care just a little bit each day,
We could make a difference in even the things we say.
A simple smile could stretch as far as the stars,
Its the good deeds that help us make it far.
Learn to forgive, learn to forget,
Live your life with no regrets.
Tell your mother that you love her,
Spend some time with your sister or your brother.
Help your elders, no matter the race,
Always put a smile on a childs face.
But most importantly, learn to love yourself,
Nobody can do that better, gauranteed, nobody else!

By: Dorothy Dawn Robinson

Premium Member Death of Ikons

Death of I-Kons

In my life, I have seen many movies. 
I watched wonderful animation, 
tell stories that touched my heart, 
over the years of my life. 
Now they are stabbing the elusive
cartoons with sensor-driven remarks
and woke-ism that cuts and shreds
like a trash machine, 
in the kitchen... 
compacting and changing 
the shapes of all things
it is fed, 
or chooses to consume 
on its on. 
(EATR Machines, Military  Robots)

I have read many books, 
texts on history and science. 
I was blessed and attended college, 
to learn about business
and the world at large. 
It was enough to get by, 
and make a life. 
They taught ethics and morals, 
and math to me. 
Now on TV, they change the rules. 
They do as they please, 
hire for the numbers, 
and fire for the color of their skin... 
to win at some kind of gamble, 
no one knew or agreed to take. 
(Gambling was legalized on March 1, 2022
legalization of betting on and off-reservation lands. 
Now Advertised directly on the TV)

The parks are full of tents. 
There is nowhere to take the children, 
that they will not see, the evil of the day. 
There is no protecting them, 
from the darkness that is consuming the land. 
The only hope is the Hand of God. 

Resources running out, 
wasted by the powerful... 
taking jets to lunch in Paris. 
Food unimportant to those that have full pantries, 
and ice cream in their favorite flavor, 
ready to be consumed, 
at leisure. 
(Gourmet flavors for the head of Congress
at $14 a gallon.)

I grew up on "good wins over evil". 
I grew up on do the right thing, 
because it was and is the right thing to do. 
Grandma told. 
Grandpa told me. 
And, most importantly God told me. 

So why is the world upside down? 
Why do bad people hurt so many, 
and so few do anything about any of it? 

Frosty is melted. 
Rudolph was hunted down, 
and given a vaccine. 
Twenty-eight food sources,
factories and processing plants, 
have been leveled
in just under two years. 
Two by plane alone. 
But who would really believe that? 

The energy supplies have been cut off, 
or sent to other countries, 
by our sitting president. 
The citizens go hungry, 
and the children cry. 
But that is okay, 
they are meant to die. 
All part of the plan. 

Did you vote for this? 
Did anyone?
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.

Hidden Truths

I can tell this story because I stumbled through every chapter of this book.

I know the message and don’t understand from which passage you misinterpreted by the words you took.

You say, to be like me you have to be raped by someone close!

Molested by a stranger, touched by his fingers that’s the quote you wrote.

Not loved by my mother…

Never hugged by my father…

Non-existent to my family!

And you say as a man I am not unique and will always struggle to find a place in my society.

You questioned my love of GOD and stated hell is where I would be.

Funny huh…

What made me laugh is your Christianity leaps out the nearest window after communion on first Sunday.

Called me a female dog traveling the streets with no collar, a *****, a stray, a mut is this what you really think of me?

Look through my eyes real deep and lets just take a quick peek.

My character goes past my sexual preference traveling deeper than my child hood stories.

The quote you wrote was far from the truth.

A little far fetch’d that’s what I think of you.

Because we both know if you were more comfortable with yourself instead of hiding behind your wealth, with me is where you would be.

A lawyer to the community full of lies and infidelity

For some reason it seems you should have took a similar road to me yet lying in a bed full of treachery

Next to a woman with lights off you vision as me.

Lets speak up so to be…

Who are these people you speak of as being like me?

Are you speaking on those who are as comfortable as me in walking the road of life on their own two feet…

Or those who are true to themselves and more importantly their family.

Ones who don’t have to lie

Their spouse don’t have to spy

Nor get their shoulders drenched from their kids cry

When finding out their dads obsession to another guy!

Your quote was very oblique to a guy like me because I have already went through the changes..

Where friends are rearranged,

Family left and came,

Also my community going insane.

But yet I obtained…

Respect for myself which everyone else did the same.

So a man true to myself I remain

Maybe in time you would try it.

To be a little more like me and not fight it.

But to this day you refrain…

And a hidden life you maintain.

You could never be with me…

Because your truth hides behind my comfort ability!!!

Premium Member Mlk Day

Part of the speech of Martin Luther King
Bless Him for seeking God and better life
Song by Blind Boys of Alabama 

I have a dream that one day down in Alabama with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, one day right down in Alabama little Black boys and Black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today.

I am from Alabama and was born about 10 years after his assassination. I went to a mixed school and I am so happy this was achieved.
To be able to look past color and all just want to get along. The Love of God flowing through MLK to want to achieve this dream should leave one in awe.
That he just seeked to be equal. To show love to those who hate.
And I  wander how this ever came to be from future generations before me . This hate one day has got to be seen it's source is Satan, that is out to destroy, cause division and kill. 
I am sure MLK would be happy in the progress 
which has taken place. But now we even have bigger problems it seems with black on black, white on white, black on white. every race , religion I can't leave any out, even down to own households and most importantly oneself.
If one has hate dwelling within for anyone really, they should seek the source from within that is out to destroy ones soul. I saw alot of hatred growing up but something inside within could not go along with it. I have found it's the promise of the spirit from Jesus all our souls are longing for peace ,love and joy. When this love comes within you will just love all and pray that another could be transformed into a Child of God. If God could just dip this earth in the living water all at once and give this world an awakening to start over. Surely, I can't be the only one thinking this. This  whole world  in a whole is out of chaos. Let's pray for the spirit promised pours out across this earth that's available in this moment for a dying world. We just need some walking around for other to say I want what's it this one within.
Seek Jesus to separate old self and place that in the grave to receive new spiritual body.
We can not be good in our own will but when we give up the fight within we shall find rest, peace , love and joy in abundance.

The Honorific

"The Honorific Bridge"
             :  by Suzanne Alexander 
 [neé  C]  Nicknamed missilverwood 
 
                           In worth unmeasured 
                       free wealth pursue,a sake 
                     worthwhile. In comfort wait ,a
                   trio clutch, orbt fate -obliviously 
              unaware, even on hint or cue.Patiently
            Await , unprepared the clutch trio só , 'ku',
           ån honourable strong heart that graciously... 
        welcomes, generously give: ã smile delightedful,
     declaring, a change in queue. To establish truthful
   principles fused, smelted  in current era. An aim surely?
 Symbiostic simplistic relations emits true unification shared 

cognated and capsulated by an identical,trio , on pollarded truth...obvious that this universal common goal harmonised produce ...  a universal wealth already in practice proved.... shared from a heart peaceful , not a lie , ensures,equivalent  
wealth for all . Not one controversial existent statement...
can decline such integrity in heart, mind and soul a morale, 

Hence, wakening thé worthy hive arcaded.To wax the new way , arcaded years ago. With perserverence ,persistence and hardwork progressed from hands , the few. A song new - new bibs,baby cots ,aligns the varietY shapes sailing the home of the trio clutch. On stage a half moon sepset playing the tune Not an arcadian plot, isolatated

 
      Honorific   arcaved   goals  pillars,  unified  by ultimus.
Through perserved  character  stealthfully obtained hidden  keyes reflecting some known truth to the guardians , bestowed and entrusted holders .
The  Pendulum Clock sets Time .A key safely secured 
form this ideal , not to steal not earned honor for power, 
Exclusion of two main honoured believes- the witnesses. Maybe on purpose, and most importantly forgotten  
                   Gods,promise when two sparrows sold for a 
                   penny not forgotten, 
                                       Faith Prevails.
                                God  Protector Presets 
                                Planned these Promises.
                                            Nothing 
                                               more 
                                     Truthful than this.
Form: Narrative

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