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That night when you realize that your husband is afraid of you
Lying in bed and hearing his plans for your life
How you will get a job any job that makes money will do
Something respectable maybe
Just pick from the approved list of things women should be
Soft and sweet
Maybe I can sell candy
Spoon feed you medicine
Take a payment
Caretaker, mother
Oh, wait that doesn’t pay enough
Not when I am a bomb
A car crash
A threat to the system
Seller of truths you do not want to hear
I am the hand on the ax right before it swings
The finger on the trigger right before it’s pulled
The whisper in the night that terrifies and threatens
I am the crier in the darkness
Speaker of hard truths
Knower of inevitable catastrophes
And he wants me to bid myself low
And maybe I should be ashamed of myself
For not wanting the easy normalcy of womanhood
The little corner he would give me
In which to find a cage of my choosing
I guess the problem is that I am not ashamed
I was told to cover up from a young age
Cover your body so men won’t want it
Cover your thoughts so men won’t feel threatened
Cover your emotions so men won’t have to feel bad
But that meant I couldn’t want my body
And I couldn’t think my thoughts
And I couldn’t feel my emotions
Pretending things don’t exist isn’t the same thing as them not existing
And all those thoughts and all those emotions and all that body
Waited unchanged under the coolly composed surface
Waited and simmered and undulated and moved in me
Until they could wait no more
Will wait no more
Remember that bomb?
I was built to destroy cages and men and institutions and societies
And he will tell me to calm down
That he didn’t mean it that way
But that is only because explosions cannot be undone
He fears the damage but not the blast
I can be put back in another cage with a few simple words
About responsibility and family and love
Because all anyone ever wants is to be loved
And once they know what you want
They will use it against you every time
Especially husbands that lie in beds and plan your life
So that they can be unafraid
In Native American mythology
The species of feline named Lynx symbolizes
The ability to see clearly, as well as being
The knower of secrets, in terms of what
We hide from ourselves as well as others
I did not ask for this gift
Nonetheless, it is ever present,
Sometimes, I strive to imagine
Having a blind eye for the
Things that I truly see
And owning a deaf ear
Towards what is really heard
Having known many people in this life’s venture
Associates sometimes are distant strangers
And strangers become close confidants
For to see what is hidden from others
Is to observe what is unseen by many
To know that which we attempt to conceal
From ourselves, is to look through the eyes of the Lynx
(pause)
Do these eyes pierce you?
Or do they intrigue you
Perhaps both at the same time?
I didn’t mean to make you shudder
While that smug tone of voice began to stutter
As you became aware of the pensive
Stare, that unintentionally seeps right
Through to the core, those false masks
So neatly worn, cringes upon the prospect
Of those interior thoughts exposed to the exterior
Gazing around a room full of puppets
To their own suppressed ideas
While thinking their inner most secrets are safe
However, the eyes of the Lynx do not lie,
(pause)
Go ahead,
Condemn the wealthy woman
Across the room in the corner
But did I notice a glare of envy?
Laugh at the alcoholic as he
Guzzles down his fluids of intoxication
But, wipe the saliva from your mouth
Persecute the two woman as they sit arm in arm
Was that a flicker of fascination I detected?
For now, I too will wear my mask
One of innocence and vulnerability
And saunter about the room quietly
For if they only knew,
Eyes of the Lynx
An unwanted gift?
Or underappreciated blessing?
Either way,
ODE TO THE MIGHTY LYNX……………………………………
It's now,now and Now.
Though God;
I am a child,
You the creator,have mercy on me.
I am ignorant,I know nothing;
All-knower,teacher,have mercy on me.
I am,in this world incapable;
fully-capable-One,have mercy on me.
I feel unhelped;
Best-helper-to-all,have mercy on me.
I,sometimes,feel instability in thoughts;
The-only-Guide,guide,have mercy on me.
I sometimes feel angry at heart;
All-Peaceful-One,have mercy on me.
I cry for what I want;
The consoler,console,have mercy on me.
I am uncared for;
O Gentle-caring One,have mercy on me
I make mistakes;
All Pardonnable-One,have mercy on me
I am in need;
All merciful,have mercy on me.
I sometimes don't understand what to do;
O benevolent One,make me understand & have mercy on me.
I can't care for what I should care;
Fully-Daring-One,have mercy on me.
I feel stupid;
All-Intelligent-One,have mercy on me
I become depressed nd confused;
O Enlightened One,have mercy on me.
I sometimes forget the 'aim';
O thou reminder,remind & have mercy on me.
I sometimes feel sick;
Thou Doctor,best curator,have mercy on me.
I am unable to walk your path;
Hold my finger,make me walk have mercy on me.
I often feel dumb-bound;
Thou the voice,speak for me and have mercy on me.
I sometimes waiver and wander;
O Master,put complete faith in me and have mercy on me.
I feel lonely;
All Pervading One,be my companion & have mercy on me.
I am innocent;
The Best-Judge,don't put me in trials,protect and have mercy on me.
I forget who am I;
Thou true One,dhow me the truth and have mercy on me.
I often can't bear or tolerate;
O Strong One-hold my burden and have mercy on me.
I feel left-out;
O thousand handed One,have mercy on me.
I am in search of identity;
God,make me like you,have mercy on me.
CRIMSON SKY
A Crimson Sky breaks the distant shore
stargates opening veils upon veils
portals portending lyrical or so it seemed
since senses were lost in labyrinth lots
angels pouring purple pearls and
comely camomile into timeless space
I heard old lions roar below an empty nest
though ears gone ~ I who knew me GONE !
becoming observer-listener-knower
arteries slithering serpents d a n
c i ng in S k y
free from flesh or blood
beyond Crimson Sky no grids, axis
numbers or clocks, experiences points
on l u c i d spirals F L A S H I N G
tiger lilies beckoned on another byway
sensations spinning signatures along
country alleys forming R i v e r s of L i f e
L o v e degrees alongside glamour goals
I realised S k y lessons are mystically taught
facets, strings, knots were muddles for mind
to untangle, create flower-of-life patterns
mitochondria floating omniversal
to a single destination
the Imperishable gifted His frequencies
“Keep facing forward”, a whisper I heard,
“the journey inward proliferates doubt
confusion, p l a y s
h i d e and seek
narrow focus to inside locus …
ignore demons or demi-gods with
malachite earrings, poppy pendants
or entreaties about historical distractions
through all your winters purpose is S p r i n g.”
Crimson Sky collapsed, distant shore dissolved
a crescent moon landed in my sunset H e a r t
I c i r c l e d a g l i t t e r i n g moon in my
SUNSET
CRIMSON
SKY
American Empire Supreme, By Davieo, David Rothchild
American Empire Supreme
Curator of geologic time
The One True Field Marshall
Of all being & Civilization
The One true One
The Clear Chosen One
Climax of all
Good in Mankind
Daily Making Heaven Together
The One
Above all
Which has all
The solutions
The one that really matters
The One
Transcendent, triumphant
Field Marshal of all
Real pure worthy truths
Born from the heart of eternity
The One
Super deserving heir
Of all history that lit the spark
Of this awesome big bright bold dream
History's most awesome superior protege
The One
True Knower
The preeminent One
True Way Shower
Thought leader of Eternity
The Power
Behind all Answers
The Sure Power
To ask all Questions
The Power
To go the distance
Beyond where all
Have dared go before.
The Power
To rocket past heavens
To catch the stars
To bridge the planets
Power up all the sparkling stars
The Power
To restart beating hearts
The Power
To rewrite nature and bring back the dead
The Power
To recreate the stars and the universe
The Power
To keep the peace
Set nations in their place
Speed developments pace
Inspire the entire human race
The Power
Future minds to view
The Power
To blend past and future
Into limitless bright best
Wonderful American dreams come true
The Power
To Always be the first
First in this world
Best in all the multiversed after lifes
In self renewal to improve all over again
Forever the best American Empire Supreme
American Empire Supreme
Field Marshal of all eternities.
Supreme Incandescent Excellence
An Ultra Supreme Empire built to always last!
By Davieo, David Rothchild
I never saw Him with my bare eyes, I pray that I shall, on one day, indeed
Through every pain and sorrow, there will be wisdom and peace, splendid.
Bare-footed subjugation with humility, declaring the oneness of God, faithfully.
A gentle wash from confusion,leading to brighter piety, for a better cause, loyally.
Ablution, prayer, supplication, for a better world, healing wounds, slow and sure.
Each step will draw more strength,bring a richness of spirituality, to fight impure.
Thy mercy overshadows anger, the all-knower of heart, the overpowering divinity
May thy mercy save us from hellfire, cleanse our sin with the water, full of purity.
Nothing is trivial to Him. And we seek for His aid only and His bountiful mercy
Mortal human rises up to the supreme, through his prostration, spiritual ecstasy
Word touches an inner word of wisdom, Inner pearls of reflection and acceptance
O the sustainer!Accept us in steadfastness,with humility of thy wisdom, richness.
I am rushing through words to depict a picture here. Maybe, I should not so.
Nowadays faith is a gemstone, a subject of cover-up or a show-off thing to go.
Alienated theory. Process of elimination. Nothing in the alignment of thy favor.
We get processed through a system of brain-wash, instead of being wiser, sober.
As I am pouring the words on a blank page, my strength of conviction says it, all
I saw Him in breathtaking fall color, in far-reaching clouds on a sky, serene, full.
Will you read it to the end? I am no one, yet, I need to be one, in a subtle way.
A lowly world with worldly pain. A poem shall reach beyond, on a promising day.
A Game
Chequered
!
Verbose;
Pawned divinity
Words are pieces
Phrases are moves
Players' wordsmiths
Egos crowned kings
Drawn out are words
Empty stands sheath
Reveal your Chess
Strategy-Tactics
Grand master Mikhail Tal speak
On checker board strategies.
"The deep desires
Of a chess player
To lead opponent
Into deep
Forest
Dark
And
The
Path
As Way out
Narrow enough
For only one to fit.
Quintessential paradox
Of battle games with words
Insiders from their prison cages
Re-arrange pieces in endless loop
Noisy minds trapped in eerie silence
Tactics is knowing-
What's done when there’s something to do
Strategist is busy -
In making, in contemplating counter moves
The gamer: the cold calculative mover, brutal
in purpose, moves words, forward and backward
The gamer knows; the words shall be rearranged
Checkered boards of Chaotic; Noisy; Wordy; Game.
The sale
Buy one
Get Two
The-Chessmatic mover
The-Charismatic Baiter
Squarer of self and ego
the believer;the knower
Biting bytes; Now is No
In -A never ending loop
The Self
But One
Not Two
Settled-flow-words when soaked in love
Entrenched-in- compassion all powerful
Wherein in-mated in thoughts and deed
To,
Checkmate the words-as-bait- is tactics
Know,
The web of words is A dense wild forest;
It is A habitat of 'Mind's wild wanderings.
.
The gamer; moves words; fore backward
In another brutal checkered board game;
~
I was a child of solitude, a phantom among games and echoes,
And my heart beat in rhythm with the hidden signs of the infinite.
I remain now an old alien fortress, atop a forgotten hill,
Holder of truths that defy the emptiness which the crowds do not perceive.
I weave my cloak from the silk of silence, laden with murmurs that cannot be spoken,
I am the guardian of the elevated dawns, knower of the song of the stars unpenetrated.
My soul, an abode of lunar bones, echoes a desolate dance,
I measure the space between thought and sound in a moment losing its resonance.
I carry within me the abandoned whirlpool that separates worlds,
My language is a thread of silver lost in the delusion of the sky's fabric.
Others take shelter beneath words and gestures, in an eternal hustle,
While I reveal myself in the whisper of starry nights, a silent corridor to requiem.
Solitude envelops me like a breeze that passes unnoticed,
Yet bearing within the seeds of arcane stories, scattered to be sown.
I am a stranger with a face hidden in the thicket of unanswered questions,
With roots deeply inoculated in the mysticism of the unnamed earth.
To know might mean to walk on the moon's paths, alone in the silvery light,
While worldly shadows dance, immune to the deep waters they defy.
Watching from my altered shore, wisdom becomes an eternal burden,
And in the secret spring of light, you are a sharp ray slicing through the darkness so cherished.
Beyond thoughts and forms, I find myself as a wanderer on the streets of my inner Ia?i,
where desires and wills are dreams of imaginary characters,
nature's dance is an illusion, a script penned by the unseen hand of fate,
and in my search, I've found myself as a lost heteronym within my own identity,
an essence of melancholy, contemplating infinity through the eyes of shadows.
In a realm of paradoxes and introspection, beyond the known and the knower,
I find a vast rest, like an ocean of thoughts breaking their waves on the shores of the soul,
contemplating infinity with the eyes of a dreamer who writes truths in silence,
like a poet living multiple lives in a single eternal moment.
I've traversed the hidden paths of life, become the echo of all unspoken questions,
the immutable truth revealed to me as a labyrinth of contradictory feelings,
I am the way and the divine soul, a story of love and unfulfilled dreams,
embracing fleeting moments with a thirst for eternity and inner knowledge.
My spirit, aware of all heights and abysses, rests in the core of solitude,
I no longer negotiate with time or deeds, my cosmic play is an unwritten poem,
and silence envelops me like a mist of memories and longings,
where all desires melt into a subtle and eternal light,
and I become one with all that is, without beginning and without end,
a whisper of the soul, resonating gently through the universe of a solitary heart.
That first thought
That first notion
That first split
That first motion
That first dark
That first light
That first spark
That first flight
That first Phoenix
That first Dove
That first desire
That first Love
That first higher
That first lower
That first shadow
That first Knower
That first Arc
That first glow
That first yes
That first no
That first positive
That first negative
That first position
That first perspective
That first in
That first out
That first whisper
That first shout
That first truth
That first doubt
That first projection
That first question
That first answer
That first rejection
That first loss
That first gain
That first feeling
That first pain
That first memory
That first recall
That first peak
That first fall
That first form
That first seen
That first born
That first Being
That first experience
That first expression
That first impact
That first impression
That first touch
That first ground
That first creation
That first mound
That first vibration
That first sound
That first sensation
That first round
That first circle
That first square
That first Set
That first pair
That first union
That first division
That first choice
That first decision
That first chaos
That first order
That first line
That first border
That first divide
That first respond
That first time
That first second.
© D.N.Moule/Verso 25/1/16