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Dysfunctional young adult,
From a shattered home I was bred.
Seeking connection, wanting solitude,
Lost in moonlight, tears I shed.
Lines are blurred, days a whirl,
Court cases, too many made me hurl.
Father unknown, Dad called me a bastard,
And my school struggles labeled me a retard.
Mum's been gone, ran away they say,
With Michael, my father, a business powerplay.
Who's my dad, Danilo or Michael?
Someone told me, but my mind was in a pickle.
Michael moved in, Mum's love grew,
But I was lost in translation, with Bronx in view.
Far from home, missing Aiden's smirk,
And Leo and Matt, keeping him from being a jerk.
I needed help, a saviour to find,
Drowned in disabling waters called my mind.
Some nights I woke choking on air,
Longing for an end, life wasn't fair.
Hailey...
You were my guiding light,
Strongest in town, showing all males might.
Your mother loved you, her aurantia grew,
You loved them dearly. I miss you.
But then...
That man left you in pain,
Bloodied your face, a sinister stain.
I must explain, I never lost the race,
But he took my place, leaving a trace.
I didn't stand for it, I had him outed,
For you and me, I screamed and shouted.
Ran through halls in a relentless pursuit,
I grabbed my knife, justice to execute.
Body hidden in a neighbour's basement embrace,
Needed a new suit, for my soul had been disgraced.
But that was the price for hurting Hailey, you see,
There was no escape, you should have feared me.
Because I'm Max Narak!
Run fast unless I'll come back!
Giving those that deserve it pain,
Seeing it through that you are slain.
It is I, Maximus Lee Narak!
Giving my enemies panic attacks!
Prescribing their daily doses of pain,
Respectable trophies make their brains...
They say I have the perfect family.
That I have no reason to cry.
The onlookers envy me, stupidly,
Believing that pathetic lie.
My father is in Forbes Under 50,
My mum's on the cover of Vogue.
People think they've a flawless story.
If only they checked under the log...
Dad had always been very busy,
Even when I was really young.
Well, he's a drunkard, always tipsy,
With another family out in Hong Kong.
Mum had always been the belle,
No matter where she went.
I guess her love was hard to spell,
And into her arms, I was sent.
My older brother Aiden's an *******,
Rebellious 'cause he's got money to throw.
Left hearts shattered while he was all snowed,
But got away because of the dough.
Rosaline "Bianca" was an absolute brat,
The older sister who'd never heard no.
Married a don who was sniffed out by a rat,
Now she's raising 2 kids as a widow.
From the outside it looks fine,
But my family's breaking apart.
Bianca seeks funds for the little minds,
Aiden actions, a thieving art.
Dad found out I'm not his own,
He wants to put me up for adoption!
Mum met her Hong Kong clone,
I guess her life wasn't an option.
Everything looks so easy from afar,
Sometimes I wish I could pretend,
To be the onlookers, unaware of my scars...
But I'm stuck in a loveless dead end.
...He rode off into the wild,
seemed not to care for their child,
she would have to bear him alone,
for a doomed man could be no dad.
Three cold and lonely mounts did pass,
she heard the rumors travel fast,
no father would he child know,
they judged her and pitied the lad.
Until amongst a bitter fall,
she struggled to maintain it all,
her condition made business tough,
when Max returned to the saloon.
He looked at her and said,”Go sit.
You need to rest, I’ll handle it.”
She would have got her ire up,
but couldn’t, the kid would come soon.
And as he served drink on the fly,
she said,”I thought you wanted to die?”
Later she talked with the grim soul,
who said,”For so long I’ve been cold,
and life had just taken from me,
all I had left was my revenge.
Red took my wife, he took my son,
just avenge them, and I’d be done…
but you gave of yourself freely,
and messed up my desired end.
“And at first, yes, I was seething,
when I had planned out everything…
but I think God put you in my way
to help me find new hope in life.
You went and took me to your bed,
it’s only right that we should wed,
say so and I won’t leave this pace,
we’ll run it as husband and wife.
“I want to hear our baby cry,
and I no longer wish to die.”
At first she felt she should be mad,
that leaving her here had been bad,
but remembered back to those words
the first night that the two had touched,
and she could see in him the change,
his eyes no longer help the pain,
staying angry was hard for her,
Juanita wanted this so much.
She said,”We’ll do as you have spoken,
a whole we’ll make from two haves broken,
I can never be what you lost,
but we might just build something new.”
He kissed her right there, took her hand,
pledged henceforth he would be her man,
and though Max had born a great cost,
he had discovered something true.
Children would come, in total five,
and Max had no more time to die.
~~Max And The Snake~~
Max is scared of spiders
Insects and butterflies too
He doesn’t like kittens or cats
But he likes a rabbit or two.
Max is adorable and he has only just turned three
Blond hair and blue eyes and a face so full of glee
.
He’s not that keen on dogs either, so I did a double take
When his mum sent me a photograph
Of Max, wrapped up in a snake.
He is standing smiling widely
His impish face is set alight
A five foot snake all over him
And he’s laughing with delight.
His mum was not there at this particular time
She would have screamed down the place
If she had known there was this Crime
She thought about complaining and I think she had a case
She said she nearly fainted, to see a snake on Max’s face.
Her friend reassured his mum, no harm would the snake do
He had not long ago eaten, a great big rat or two
It will be a long time before the snake needs to be fed
So Max can play with snakey, the Ex-babysitter said.
Max’s mum looked at her, a bewildered look upon her face
But Max jumped up and kissed his mum, and said, “that would be ace”.
last night I slept in a closet
with my coat made of tangerine desires
and visions of distant permafrost
last night I remembered
white noise in her voice
buried hopeless in a bureau of disdain
the apartment on rue Fontaine
has fallen into disrepair
embraced by anarchist movement
embraced by emerald seaweed
embraced by quicksand swirl
embraced by golden doll hair
and transformed itself
into the roar inside the hourglass
last night I slept in a foxhole
with ace of spades stuck in my teeth
with joker hidden in my sleeve
last night I woke up to the music
of orchestra playing at the riverbed
to the cry from the valley of the rivets
there is no time for purple parables
as rocking chairs bring eyes to my tears
they bring the winds of mortal gestures
they bring the equations
they bring the reveries
while my co-existence
remains a mystery
Capitalism. It is what it is;
Accurate and efficient ...
Pity that humans
egoistically little understand it ...
Connivance can be pusilamine,
But it's not a sign of weakness ...
It is an option for the strongest!
In politics, it is not used
Just good for the good ...
Not even evil for evil ...
Everything can be reversed,
It depends on the support you have ...!
In politics you live for her,
or if you live it ...
Usually the two
practices are confused ...
Sometimes everything we need,
It's a right word, at the right time
To then realize the act ...!
If I am in a crazy mood
I play Max the axe
Max has red hair and a beard
You get to be him
Enemies come at you and you axe them away
At first it is really fun, because you are winning
Got two, got six, got eight.
There is a sense of power, you get excited.
There are bad guys that look like blobs.
If they get you, you evaporate with a sizzle sound.
As you get better and better, you get more and more of them.
But the closer to the end, the more bad guys come out.
Pretty soon your heart is beating so hard
You think your chest will explode.
They always get you,
but I play for the frenzy feelings in my heart.
"Can he talk?"
"No."
"Is he your son?"
"No."
He tries to take the chewed up
Food out of his mouth
Not because he isn't hungry
But to play with it
In his, for all appearances,
Half-conscious state
(head hung low, nodding thickly)
While being fed lunch
In the middle of a sunny park.
I gently bat his hands from his animal mouth
Jelly and peanut butter all over his tiny fingers
He rolls the moist bread crumbs
Between his fingers
Into a fine paste.
This frustrates me.
Until I try and imagine
Life behind undeveloped eyelids.
Watery white. Infant big.
Drool-splattered shirts.
Sadder than tears.
God's secret good.
Stumbling, now, stumbling.
In 1938, boxer Joe Louis did the patriotic thing.
He had an entire nation in his corner of the ring.
Here, he was facing German heavyweight Max Schmeiling.
Yankee Stadium in New York was the site for this meeting.
Schmeiling was the symbol for Aryan supremacy.
He was considered a hero in Nazi Germany.
Louis was fighting for freedom and democracy.
In the ring, Louis fought the way that would astound.
With a technical knockout, he defeated the German in one round.
Louis and Schmeiling became friends for years after the fight.
For many Americans, that was a memorable night.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
SAVE MAX, PAY TAX
Burdened in multiple networks of Tax?
Being stress-free, how to really relax?
Not to be paramount.
Keep update your account.
Prepare Income-Tax file using syntax.
Manage your expenses and maintenance.
Frame your credits and debits of Finance.
Don’t act careless or lax.
Pay prompt your income tax.
Do not miss the date of return by chance.
12/28/18
'EARLY FEBRUARY 2019' Contest by Brian Strand