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Prowling predator in a starless night.
No one knew when it began.
Have we forgotten all the lies about Vietnam,
the predatory newspeak from Pentagon deception?
Prowling predator in a starless night.
Do we recall a lying president dispensing
cocaine jingoism, driving the war in Iraq,
codifying the surveillance state
complete with GITMO torture?
Prowling predator in a starless night.
While all the eternal secret wars are waged,
no one sees how our language is infiltrated,
no one knows the infection of our tongue.
Overseas drones just cause “collateral damage.”
Everyone is suspect, a “person of interest.”
Prowling predator in a starless night.
No one gets laid off when corporations merely “downsize.”
Cutting vital services won’t matter with “government austerity.”
The “minimum wage” is a living wage while you starve on it.
Mass incarceration isn’t a problem in “correction facilities.”
Immigrant children are not caged in concentration camps.
Cages are not so cruel in “detention centers.”
Prowling predator in a starless night.
Devolving American imperialism reached its crescendo
with its devolving dystopian democracy
giving birth to the criminal president,
the nihilistic tyrant
rubbing salt in our wounds.
Published: Dissident Voice September 19th, 2021
Pressure to impress, perceived ineptitude, kills
Incapable of King imitation, blame plagued eyes
Publicly pressed to deliver sought after replica
Infiltrated by inescapable history Ben despised
Failed expectation driven prime of life suicide
Hailed Presley descendant, drifted pale ghost
Image Siamesed by status of rock relic
Near half century after legend's last show
Name advantage presented pedestal
Keough's fears disallowed him to use it
Comparisons ping ponged constantly
Admirers did so in Grandad's perusal
Poverty is struggle, earning the right to survive
Power's hunger pressure cooked untimely suicide
Perishing love intoxicated with jealousy
Eyes infiltrated with evil that the look on your face appears so malevolent
A bond once so strong broken into pieces
A good friendship flushed down the drain
Forever disappearing in a hole of no return
Memories penetrate my soul and drags tears out of my eyes
A good friend I have lost
Pillar of strength who tapped my shoulders when times were hard
Nourishing my beings with hopes
And constantly watering my future dreams
Gone are the good times
A leaf once so green has dried up like a river once so full
A good friend I have lost, the reality of life sucks
Farewell buddy, farewell my friend.
Written: February 5th, 2024
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My heart is leaking blood,
I can view hatred flowing,
from every corner of the planet,
a volcano spewing nasty lava,
their voracious acts are suffocating,
the flower that has yet to bloom.
My heart is leaking blood,
antagonism and skepticism are rife,
a deadly snake is gently coiling,
and choke the breath of mankind,
to further their murderous impulses.
My heart is leaking blood,
since darkness invades the psyche,
steeped in narcissism and xenophobia,
a broken culture has misled people,
into thinking differently over faith,
both ethnicity and attire face a threat,
In self-interest and as an adversary.
My heart is leaking blood,
a soul-to-mind debate has ceased,
lurking by avarice and false tenets,
for the eminent aims of foes,
cultures will spread,
as history has predicted.
My heart is leaking blood,
In reply to the cruelty and abuse,
executed upon the cult's people,
despite being freed from rivals,
but have we freed our minds?
My heart is leaking blood,
to ignore these savage fringes,
who has infiltrated minds?
eating away the distinctive,
need mind cleansing before locations,
restored successfully,
everyone must be a self-reformer,
continually striving to be a dear person,
than they were before.
the light within will always guide you;
all you must do is listen and follow.
Mein Kampf...Self Imprisoned Gulag
Onset of conception wrought significant
destructive quantum sized genetic quark
invisible, fissile, and congenital skull,
sans crossbones deathmark
scythe kill logical metastatic
psychic path head shrinking Reichsmark
financial reparation taxed this human bark
at peril of ark
covenant fomenting incruent
lacerating psychological ordeal
triggering mythological hound fierce bark
king Cerberus from Hades
bajillion times more
ferocious than a shark
oppressive teeth gnashing
jawbreaking, human prey stark
dead meat, bleak fin de siecle lifespan
razor sharp teeth trademark
death sentence worse
than totalitarian regime,
emasculating, defeating, crushing any spark
to muster livingsocial jackknifing
sole ambition waiting, Clark
Kent (alias superman) powerless,
thus letting me die non staining watermark
as permanent solution
freeing relentless gravestone mark
piercing, sundering, and vitiating
against nemesis, sans panic attacks
exacerbated by infiltrated FARC
militia firearms at the ready,
where soul will peacefully park
amidst cognoscenti immune to snark!
All is hidden within, preparing the mind individualism of fallen
free of the evil which perceive us
Will power strong domination to peace, law created for the good
of man by man in hopes
Master of peace, music to calm spirit of the soul give light
Empires fall while new rise according to poverty, wars around the
world, riot sweeping destruction
New nation rise in belief foreseen to reign, tempt show there
is control over the being that reside
United nation, infiltrated witchcraft to undermine the eye
that creates mayhem of communism
Socialist idea to new world order for peace, among their
journey gain; chaotic society in need of change
Life not your own, manipulated by freemason of secret
society to a knight's order
Left wing catholic, world found by ancient tradition, light
which enlightens the ego's survival of time
Essene bloodline to dark side of truth or mythical belief
save mankind in good faith
Fountain of light to realistic existence to wisdom for
all is light of world, universal cosmic spirit
Blind servant, divine essence create fire in us, we are
the God's to light of Christ
Working for the man, hidden master to WW3 to egotism,
brotherhood to psychic revelation of vast power
Is one leading his own or light fallen darken greed
to which grave meet our demise
Or perhaps descendants of past inhabitants we follow,
all hail to the republican
Heaven offers tickets to any citizen
Adhering to good behaviour, as Richard
Sin washed virtuous shines richeous
Permitted exclusive afterlife purchase
Richard prided himself on his neat appearance
Inside out Bible marked imbibed coherence
Nourised by 7am museli, leaving home soon after
Publisher for Eternal week days, on Sunday a pastor
Sermon prepared carefully, time consumed him
Pinnacle of Lord days pointed to duty resuming
Shared redemption message with congregation
Ensured wavering faith was infiltrated by elation
Devoted volunteer, full schedule proportionate
Monthly soup kitchen duty served less fortunate
Ten pm delivery of left over to his Mother's house
Widow nearing ninety, not readily able to get out
Forsaken God fearer one fateful day struck down
by hooligan during dawn walk in neighbourhood renowned
for echoing homes, high hedge edges hide pedestrians
Tyre tattooed road kill, dislodged by reckless heathan
Bedside machines duly beeped his fragile existence
Sacrifice of admired man to stagnant predicament!
Moral loyalty, immaculately ironed, full dedication
Could it be God had ordered his early eradication?
Flatlined screen, pulse serene denotes one way entry
To harp plucking, angel hosted, cloud palace heavenly
Proclaimed as reward, rule abiders' final destination
For the followers of God's word, a deserved salvation
Picket fence of precious metal keeps the sinners out
White ground expanse supports people equally touted
As pray-ers, obeyers, having delayed gratification
Burying bad tendancies for kingdom of imagination
Cloud haven loungers hear filtered sound of festivity
Scantily clad wilful tribal fire-side dancers devilish
Grins closed only to kiss ridiculous Mother marijuana
Eternity unconfirmed, turmultous tenure harnessed
27th June
Satire Saturday
Tongue in cheek contraversy needs no translation
Manic imaginings account for all inclinations!
A bag of spiders, two toxic frogs
Stolen, according to the police logs
I know this thief was none too bright
By opening the bag in broad daylight
A black widow bit her on the thumb
To poison she would soon succumb
Toxins infiltrated deep into her brain
Sending her loopy, she’s quite insane
According to all the medical logs
She’s as crazy as a box of frogs
Restrained for life on a psycho ward
Her sanity can never be restored
Strapped into a chair writing poetry
How do I know, alas the thief was me!
Bag of Spiders Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri
06/04/23
Santa stood in the warehouse
Full of nearly empty shelves
Last night they’d been ram raided
By a bunch of discontented elves
Recently infiltrated and recruited
Into an association of packing staff
Whose ideas and demands and wants
Caused Santa to cynically laugh.
He could have held out for longer
That much was very clear
But the clever blighters
Had subverted his reindeer
To make matters even worse
Pushing poor Santa to the edge
The blighters had gone and clamped
His only working sledge
Only thirty days to Christmas
He knew of no other way
Than to meet their demands
For increased shift working pay
He’d do what it took
To bring things back on track
And ensure he had enough
To fill his mammoth sack
He reached for the Gordon’s
For one last large stiff gin
Then went to arbitration
With a forced and fixed grin
The Lord my God is always true and holy
being fair to His servant all the time
for He keeps to His inspired word
so we learn not to commit any crime
In God alone learn judgment and knowledge
holding to His commandments so pure
for in the past, I went wildly astray
now keep to God's word to faithfully endure
My God is good who always does good
I plead for His statutes I be taught
with mockery, I'm infiltrated with lies
in my heart, I stay true not wanting caught
Your law oh God is my daily bread
while their heart feels not at all
I'm pleased that affliction has came
so to learn how to stand as a wall
Listen well to God's holy law
for it's better than all the gold
that this world is able to offer
for it's eternal to never grow old
(This is my " Psalm 119 project" which I began to write a couple of years ago, so this is the ninth poem of twenty-two poems I've written over that time to cover all of Psalm 119.)