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The stench of urban decay winds thick
and rank through squalid, narrow
streets christened with booze and urine,
permeating decades of neglect.
A drunken derelict slurs enthusiastic
amens in hopeful penance at a rabid
street-corner prophet spitting frothy
travesties of religious dogma and warning
of the divine wrath of a burlesque god.
A conspicuous tourist clutches her handbag
nervously as she skirts the entrance of a graffitied
alleyway and pretends to ignore the wolf-whistles
of a nearby band of loitering malcontents.
Her pace quickens at the sound of footsteps
and raucous laughter closing in behind her
while desperately seeking safety and the
illusive walking bridge leading to the protective
haven of St. George's bustling square.
Most of us couldn't care less about another person's color
We're too busy with everyday things,
like working hard to make a living
providing for family
setting positive examples
raising children to be a better version of ourselves.
In between all these mundane things
we try explaining to them.
About the curious phenomenon
we call God.
The media -the wealthy -the radicals
are trying to topple democracy-to topple us.
They choose to focus on the rotten apples of society.
Make it seem like bigotry is the way everybody thinks.
To promote chaos and mayhem in society.
It's not just a white, black, or blue thing.
As they would have you believe-it's a human being thing...
The extremist blames their failures on {white privilege}..
The bell curve can tell you many things but not everything...
On either end of the bell are the anarchists and extremists.
They focus on and spotlight the exceptions to the rules.
These are the malcontents of our races and society.
In the middle are the majority of us-we the people.
Just trying to get by-fencing with everyday devils.
The middlemen- standing by our rights and freedoms.
Trying to deal with the violent, intolerant fringes.
Humanity Upon the Falling
Catastrophic predictions for humanities future
Another universal wound that needs an international suture
A forced appropriation into sacred laws and culture
A non linear approach to living by an exhibitionist social vulture
Wondering through the alleyways of regret, loss and fear
Meandering through a lonely day I’d prefer to forget through all the tears
Pandering to an overt display of the signs of decay formed over the years
Gandering at an intelligent play of counteroffensives that draw the enemy near
Culminations of interstellar events that illuminate the sky
Promulgations of technology filled with cement as they play with concept and design
Insubordination at the elements of counterfeit disguise
Unco-ordination of the prevalent response to human rights upon demise
Distinct notions of postulations on beauty and manifestation
The precinct motions for consultations while refuting the observations
As instinctual devotions summon the sun, sky and oceans while computing the conversations
And intrinsic commotions of the expression of emotions form while convoluting their invocations
Exploitation of a man’s political ideals
Importations of a lands empirical repeals
Considerations as he stands for unequivocal honesty in what he reveals
Commiserations as she commands her right to inadmissible evidence in the face of extremist zeal
Fortitude when considering the future of the human race
A child exudes the embodiment of heavenly dispensations of grace
A mild interlude of admonishment as they misinterpret the expression on your face
A wild vicissitude of capital punishment that needs legislation to replace
Fine tunes of personal exaltation as radiance falls from the distant sun
High moods of verse and imitation as recompense overshadows all the fun
Shy exudes of terse limitations as malcontents mellow out the place of number one
Why be so rude to visitations as many circumvent homeostasis as the humans discharge their guns
Copywrite Elizabeth Moroz 2023
The End
The night before the eve,
Of a New Year that's overdue.
Where tomorrow's celebration hastens,
A sole reminder to define virtue.
This move to a current season,
Can be a fresh start for some.
While yesterday's baggage is still carried,
Unpacked quickly, to the present asylum.
No matter how much one seeks renewal,
Prior seeds must be remembered and used.
Since our prior journeys have left their footprints,
Casting imperfections to be abused.
As long as change is chosen and resolute,
A constant memory must be tethered to the past.
Because if we forget the realities and hardships,
We'll underwrite tomorrow to a short-term, not to last.
It's not only critical, but also fundamental,
That we don't tire through all the prior events.
Since the volume of noise can often deafen,
Those listening and fatigued by malcontents.
If we see change with this passage of time,
Then reason stands freely to confess.
Where admissions of our regretful behavior,
May relieve the burdens that reduce and depress.
So pay attention, stay alert and focused,
Because another year won't forget the one before.
And when the truth reaches out, to hold and cherish,
Beliefs can be reshapen, while those at fault, can now ignore.
He had a Trump sign on his front lawn.
I was concerned, so naturally I set fire to his house.
She told us that men cannot give birth,
Naturally, obviously I was concerned, upset,
and had her committed for reeducation.
He wore no mask in the restaurant,
deeply concerned, I had him thrown out.
Naturally we doxed him,
chanted ‘racist’ outside his home.
She refused to be vaccinated;
said they did not work.
of course I blew the whistle on her,
had her sacked.
We must stand together, and not tolerate
these ungrateful, reactionary malcontents.
Concerned citizens must be vigilant,
yet caring – as I am.
What shall we keep after the revolution?
Lies will go on, yes lies always survive;
state sanctioned lies,
personal lies, collective lies, secret lies, open lies,
lies of omission, lies of admission,
lies about yesterday and tomorrow,
lies for our own good,
lies about how we have overcame.
Oxycontin and sedative factories
must be kept on a war footing of course.
We will condemn, replace, dismiss
ban and debunk all the unfit that do not fit.
Declare that forgetfulness is natural,
safe and should never be treated
unless there are signs of recovery.
Breadlines will be considered
a patriotic and legitimate form of exercise.
Who needs toilet paper anyway?
Malcontents will to be turned
into a much needed glue,
in order to hold together our glorious future.
I am reminded of his legacy,
Through the media events.
Where he opened doors
In a professional sport,
among many malcontents.
While learning about his struggles,
I became certainly more impressed.
As he surpassed in my mind,
Images of Bo and Deion . . .
He was truly blessed.
I don't know of any other, that
Could skillfully perform in so many ways.
While a collegian, with Football, Basketball,
Baseball and Track & Field . . .
I mean Jesus, there's only so many days!
As an athlete, receiving the
Accolades, while garnering the
Endless, admiring looks.
He must have mastered the
Space-Time continuum, if he
Was ever to hit the books.
This is why #42, has moved up
The list, as the GOAT to number one.
Since he was responsible for so much
More, than his ability to outrun.
Panicked people pour into the streets pushing past each other; they’re powerless
Against the awful atrocity unleashed by unknown armed assailants.
Normalcy has fled; so many in the debris are left lying dead!
Disarray, destruction, distress and doom! On screens around the world we see
Escapees emerging wounded from rubble. From everywhere, we keep watching
Madness made manifest by malcontents in the mountains of mutilated bodies.
Obscene and odious terrorism, now overflowing in the land -
Never before in my own lifetime has nefariousness felt so omnipresent, nor
Immoral acts so incessant and innumerable!
Ugly and ubiquitous, these evil deeds could be humanity’s undoing.
More noble souls are needed, else we become *All Devil’s Land!
Aug, 1, 2016 for John Hamilton's Pandemonium Poetry Contest
Oops, I had a typo on last line; hope I caught it in time!!
*All Devil’s land is the literal translation of Pandemonium
In my defense, in other silent words
In my actions they are deemed in perils
Harness, perish the thoughts, bring it out bring it about
It’s hard, so very, very, hard to hear
Those empty words
Those words that are always, always heard
And I won’t play favorites or try to flatter anyone
And I won’t as the grumblers malcontents following their own sinful desires
And I won’t be loud mothed boaster
Showing favoritism to gain advantage tryin to git over
While using, empty words
Empty words
Have you ever heard all of those empty, empty words?
They mean nothing if they’re not heard
Empty words
Them there those
Empty words
5/7/22
Written words by James Edward Lee © 2022
Job 32:21
St. Jude16
A quivering shadow shrouding a clouded pane
Shared pain scribbled in the doleful rain
Hollow words that broker heartache and disdain
A sorrowful whistle emanating from a distant train
Poorly trained recruits struggling above the furor to remain
Stridently striving nation's honor to uphold; but only vitriol,
criticism obtain
Sacrificial fodder sheared of its free-flowing mane
Pared of hope; left only with the incalculable strain
Stationed in a humid hovel that every ounce of stamina doth drain
Surrounded by enemies who fealty and allegiance feign
Fighting to defend a people tethered to a weak, tenuous chain
Serving under commanders who constantly seek fallow grounds to
regain
Sacrificial lambs whose blood the unforgiving terrain doth stain
Seeking a wily, amorphous foe in a borderless territory to contain
Reconnoitering through boundless jungles that equally beauty and
poison contain
Searching for 'guerillas in the mist', but only marauders and
malcontents detain
Scouring villages for contraband; arbitrary jury distributing pain
Showered with toxic chemicals that clear our paths but our lungs
restrain
Conditioned to violence as barbaric, torture devices many
comrades have slain
Transporting the liberal vices of burgeoning social revolution to a
frugaler domain
Satiating the lonely days; secluded nights with: booze, barbiturates
and cocaine
Surviving a hostile conflict where sanity seemed to constantly ebb
then wane
Trite conscripts whose epitaph will read, 'Every battle objective
gained, but the national will could not retain'.