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What about China?
When they compel you to stay home,
imposing cloaks on nature's beauty
as a fellow friend becomes a foe
and the media unhorsed propaganda
Can we all all ask
what about china?
When old Brit's prime minister
masked tyranny by orders
confining millions to solitude
for the fear of his fickle frame
susceptible to the Wuhan's scourge
can we all ask,
what about China?
When confused men make projections
to feed the greed of the tech giants
or to maintain the cult of the pharmacy
as the media control our lives
as we surrender our freedom to fear
can we all ask
what about China?
So fast was the manipulations
so wide did it spread
so gullible were we all without reasons
to ascent to the communist schemes
who will ask my questions?
Are they clear of the scourge, and we are not?
Can we all ask
what about China?
Communism mocks you all
Perestroika and glasnost seeks revenge
so while your media makes the rouse
as ignorant men speculates,
turning humans to masked animals
obfuscating nature's beauty
can we all ask,
what about China?
I'm an ashen dove,
fading in zephyr
of wine valleys,
saturating in fog
upon enchanting hills,
draped in
grape-green silk,
where fantasies of forest,
sprout cynthia moon
of a bygone
medieval saga,
amidst heavenly
eventides,
and wailing weeds
prick my shadow,
infusing iced intentions
of the puppet's paradise~
floating in islets
of shackled bones.
My wings are
made of violet wool,
fluffed with
blueberry cotton
and stitched
with the fabric of
amethyst satin,
but as soon as
my tiptoeing feet
touch the
seafoam grass,
it stings my silent
glacial flight,
making me bleed
in chloroform-
dipped letters.
If love was a
rosy matte comet,
I would carve
pastel orchid smiles
amidst kismet-coated
cherry blossoms,
with frozen floral paints
and forgive
beige betrayals
of aqua sirens,
to which the
scents of evermore,
sweetly succumbed.
But maybe,
jasper tinted
jasmine petals,
are sewn with
poisoned thistles
whilst being
dispersed upon
the chambers of
midnight raindrops,
and those
soulful stars
in your eyes are
a mere mirage,
flourishing
false silhouettes of
a perfumed
saudade in
nocturnal negligence.
So, pardon these
bleeding metaphors
that echo sombre
sun's soliloquy in the
hazy kiss of gloom
and follow me
to the teal towers,
where this
fluorescent flesh
slumbers in enfolded
spruce leaves of
sequoia sonnets.
For, when the last petal
falls as poetry,
my soul would be
alive in wistful runes,
mourning in a
doleful decanter,
whilst eyes
would frown
in fragile promises,
wiping diplomatic
dust of dolent delusions
and knitting mists of
manipulations,
carelessly sinking~
to soil of feathered
dandelions.
Where nurtured seeds
of jade reflections,
still haven't ruptured
every pixie dust of hope,
in their life's
dormant decession,
reminisce me
as an ivory moonrise,
fluttering beyond,
dahlia chains of sunshine.
above our heads
and flying high,
manipulations few could believe
whole generations fooled
and bled to slave at life - with chance
to stay above the doom
that lay beneath the lies - that feed
the masters of our destiny - blindly led
to fight their wars - for gold beyond
what measures know - to harvest
souls and build a race - with no emotion
....shades of gray - everyday we start
again - with chosen scripts
approved by those who rule this
place we think is free - they give
us games and penny idols - 'till
one morn' - we'll wake and look around
with no emotion
to
be
found
inspired by and a tribute to "Rowdy Roddy Piper"
and his featured role in the 1988 movie.... "They Live"
The trade
Production
Needs
Communication
The international
The channel
Transportation
All causing
The environment pollution
So much for the industrial
The revolution
Parameters
Of buisness
Regulation
Nature of buisness
Taxes
Registration
To law obstruction
What presents
This dam
Computer Science
Figures
The system
Paths of the products
Sources to the ocean
And purpose
Of existence
May determined be
For value in the schemes
Of integral
For real values
Of mankind this
For me
The legacy
The layers of tectonics
The weird lists of goods
Commodities
And most
The lack of proper logic
Judging statements
The loss of literacy
Sense and point is lost
The capability
To building proper
Sentence
The strings that have some slightly
Longer lengths
Persuading shall them be
Some kind of incentive
Or government producing shall be
Regulation acts
Manipulations of the market share prices
Secret agendas of concealed the gains
The psychopathic the so called the power
And their trade talks
The thunder
Lightning
Brief the pause
And then it rains
What if it's neither
The democracy
Nor the republic
Bipolar the society
That always polarized in two the parts
And choices
And decisions
Might be implications
I am mostly kinda into the world of arts
So much for artificial intelligence
That cannot build the proper causal sense
In favor of the tactic addresation
Oh isn't it some sorts of revelation
Some irony
Perhaps
Satirical depictive illustration
Yes, sir
In order to achieve the what
Where lost we real point of preservation
And had we won if we would say
We fought
We fought the bot?
Or had we fought the app
It's either or
The entropy of many unrequited
The system isn't transformational
It's bore
New phenotypes of humans
Aren't attractive
For species theirs the development
For me
I am waiting for the when we start applying real judgement
And automatic generations drop
In favor of limit
Limits of learning thus
Pursue shall the some kinda purpose
The giro of the floating point shall exist
I am sorry I was out for a second
What have I missed?
Cloaked in grinding whispers
Such inhabitants feel
Their way
Gallop the day
By thrusting, trusting
Emblazoned minds
Envious looks deflected
As the clan stays on task
The full-time preoccupation
And execution of self-expression
Daring risks trickling
The vacant gutters
Thirsty for adrenalin
And a satisfying gulp
Of shattered dreams
Fashionable product
Underserved and underappreciated
By the sanctimonious angels
Slinging hash in pits
Adjacent to the realm of man
Does thou hast remedies
For secrets and manipulations
Self-inflicted
The favored play of
Tenderlicious vassals
Who clamor for more
Than anyone truly deserves
The proven chorus
Decorated in colors
Beyond their years
Hum a distant buzz
Galvanized harmony
Textured strokes o' plenty
Count the measure seventy
Plus whatever is needed
No budget heeded
Because symphonies
Laced with street sugar
And turnstiles revolving by
The peeks and cheats
Sing the bling
And never stray too far
Given no better place
To go.
(8/7/06)
In the void of my transitional mind,
the aimless scatter-shots of snapshot in kind
finding itheir way.through pokes in the brine.
Saran wrap bindings of biased memories, invent orys,
and tupper-ware leftovers tidings of dreams, kept palatable for the aroaming beasts.
I find the manipulations stirring like mercurial-gravy,
sardonical Last Suppers of my humanity at
the toppings station, insulting.
Where's the variety, where's the if there
is a will there's a way?
Where's the frikkin beef?
I heard that commercial say- (I agree,
where's our defense against the dark arts Teacher
or our non f'd with bandwith to have our say?
;My Atriuk-Consultants,
disappearing, through a buffet line
of suitors for my gun hand-as treason's malignant mercenary gland.
Stranger in a strange clan.
Now every thought is like a remembrance, a
severance to pay for it all.The tying to-me
in Gordian crossroads mocked silverly
by multi directional unabaiting winds
blowing adversarily.
Each pointing "this way you fail !"
"Every which way a noose !"
"This way you fall !"
Of on the loose this way dungeon echoes
a calling as dark corridor Shades
with no true form to call.
The past haunts, the future calls,
lost in the chaos urn, as time falls-
in diminished return,
for the base is nearly full to lay
as a squandored mound of time.
Like shooting stars across the sky,
my dreams flicker, then fade and die?
Searching for purpose, to see what sticks.
I fire all of my rounds at once
In this endless maze of day and night I pace
these walls, like those Demonic Shades,
who chant "hey Jude" and perform "Jude Law"
in Shakespearean play, "There's something about Mary...
whomever target to sway. Come wicked this way s.
But in the darkness, I find a kin-spark
guide in my self defense,
of cheerlead everence in reference to
hope belonging to everyone the same.
A torch in the deepening dark
to saber heroicly for my good name.
Iwill rise from the sullen ashes,
strong and brilliantly bright, aiimless no more,
faith in my sights.
Pull !
Let the scatter shot fall where it may,
I'll carve my path, come what may.
For in the chaos, I see the arts of strength,
the part I play,
I find beauty's confidence and vision
in the facets of my jaded heart,
that maybe I can help the World in some small but
contrite way.
The world of Expectations
Expectations, do – in all likelihood – become frustrations.
They, in their painful anger, do become manipulations,
of both – both the aching heart and the fragile soul
and of the one’s you seem to want to know
and would prefer to show.
So, what one must do , is set them free, let them go
so that the seeds, one needs, in order to sow,
might have a chance – into something – grow.
Expectations, therefore laden the load, hamper creation,
making for uncertainties and difficulties in any situation.
WORDS
Words fly upon gossamer wings of invisible angles,
from sources of universal / internal, unseen energy,
to and through the fragile tips of my crystalline,
clear fingers, like specks of light, fireflies
out of the darkness of my mind, to light up,
- in shades of gray or rainbow colours, bright -
the empty spaces that wait to be filled.
Those pieces, - eight and a half by eleven – of paper,
pages I write, - for the sight of others – of shadows
that are cast upon the retinas of the minds that look,
upon, read, see, understand the essence of this old man.
Dawning of this day has come to us in untarnished,
Salvador Dalí, blues, chaperoned by a blinding glow
– that bright, life sustaining, golden orb radiating down –
giving light to this early mornings life, life in this tiny,
portion of this great blue planet – my multi coloured tomb,
my four cornered room, where loony size orbs , of violet,
indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange and red orbit, slither,
– in their cloak of rainbow colours – these coloured comets,
their tails streaking across, upon, all-around an ocean
of material objects, objects of historical value,
objects – a visual representations of , pages of my history
basking in the light of beautifully coloured flakes of rainbows,
drifting, rainbow specks, coloured splotches splashed across
the eggshell white bars of this prison I sometimes inhabit,
this tiny little universe washed in history and colours.
This beautifully coloured day was brought to me by crystals,
chipped at – pieces cut away by the hands of artisans –
by the hand of man to allow light – white and clear –
to be refracted, reflecting, releasing to sight, that which
the human eye is unable to comprehend, to see.
Rainbows filled my day – too bad they could not stay.
Then again, that would be asking to much, isn’t that the way ?
B. J. “A ” 2
October 27th 2002
Wisdom came from the East, not the west. Who will give the West a cup of wisdom, maybe the East?
The West had a great opportunity to change the world and make it a better place, but pride and pomposity got in the way.
Western hypocrisy is a source of social disharmony in the world. They preach peace, but they create chaos. They preach democracy but they promote tyranny.
They say they are democratic but how can a colonialist and slave master be democratic?
If they are democratic why send weapons to Gaza to kill women, children, and innocent men?
If they are democratic why create satanic organisations like World Bank and IMF that suppress the poor Nations of the global?
If there are democratic why do they plunder resources of other nations with impunity?
If they manufactured racism and operation, how can they be democratic?
If there are democratic why do they force their culture and modernisation on other nations?
If they are democratic why do they interfere in the affairs of other nations?
If there are democratic why is it that their economies were built on fraud and not critical thinking?
If they are democratic why do they sponsor Wars and terrorism around the world?
If there are democratic why are they sponsoring genocide in the Middle East?
If they are democratic why can't they leave Africa alone but plotting against African day and night and stealing its resources for centuries now?
If they are democratic why do they create poverty and conflict around the world?
If they are democratic why is it that their help and support comes with strings attached?
The West they will never learn from their own mistakes. They are like children who never grow!
Is the Western hypocrisy of human or devil?
They built their influence on the wooden Towers of lies and manipulations. Now it is collapsing.
Western hypocrisy "Rest in eternal peace!"
By Chanda Katonga
Perhaps most people would prefer a free and open society.
But God forbid that I should DAMPEN anyone's spirit
or BLEMISH someone's VISAGE by exposing some
PERNICIOUS manipulations of a few fraudulent people.
Must I dare TREAVERSE another's 'rights to indifference'?
Nevertheless, standing at the SENTRY post on yesterday, I observed
free ENTERPRISE in a most unusual way. There were no hands barred,
a free-for-all survival of the fittest like 'robber barons' reinvented, or like
before anti-trust laws. Business transactions, 'the buyer beware type',
were being made by ASTRAL citizens "from somewhere out there".
102020PSCtest, Eight Word Challenge 11, John Hamilton.NA
Ex is gone
I am glad
I moved on
I am not sad
Ex is gone
I am content
I moved on
No resentment
Feeling excellent
Feeling exquisite
Exchanging smiles
For many miles
For many miles
For many, many miles
We were rivers apart
When you stole my heart
You tore me truly apart
but not this time…
but not this time…
but not this time…
Sometimes, I wish I was no more
Sometimes, I wish I can live a little more
I wish you were mine and so much more
I’m a hopeless romantic to the deepest core
There’s more happiness and hope in store
You’re the one I adore
I opened the corridor of my heart to you
I opened the windows of my mind for you
Not anymore…
You choked me with fake cheer
You choke me with so much fear
It appears I’m in tears..
As it truly, sincerely appears
The sky is maroon
We’ll see each other soon
But, you, never
And I’m feeling excellent
Exquisite…exchanging things so relevant
You are insignificant
You hurt me with ignorance and manipulations
I’m now in frustration in the aftermath of my abominations
I’m tested positive for being positive…
I’m no longer negative to your…let-die ways to live…
I hate you
Yet, I love you still
The things you put me through
Be still, yes, I will..